The salvation of the soul

? 1

"Diarrhea can be turned into an essay?!".

After watching "The War in the Belly", my wife exclaimed, with doubt and admiration in her voice. It was an essay written by Wang Xiaobo. It was about the ridiculous incident in which he witnessed the so-called "doctors" in the hospital disemboweling the patient and cutting his appendix. I was already drowsy, but at this moment I suddenly took a shot of chicken blood, just like a wandering body looking for its soul, so I sat down and wrote a book, for no other reason than to respect the soul.

At this moment, in the study room of less than ten square meters, it was Wang Xiaobo who recited the spell through someone else's mouth and gave me the salvation of my soul. Because at this moment, I am lazy and exhausted from work and life, and I am suffering from not having any ink in my chest. It is extremely difficult for me to write, and I can't type out a decent text in this elm skull.

It was like a shooting star flashing across the night sky. My eyes saw its brilliant light. This was pre-buried in my subconscious, just like a drowning man grabbing the straw floating nearby. , and I am just the drowning person. Wang Xiaobo's essay is undoubtedly the straw, but it is definitely not a straw. It is simply a small boat, which allows me to struggle to embrace this world again.

? 2

Appendiceectomy is a very common operation among many operations, and a person may have to do it once in his life. But in Wang Xiaobo's view, a small operation is not simple. It has become a war in the stomach. The plot is so complete and rigorous, and the description is so real. Of course, if you are good at thinking, you may say: "I'm moaning for nothing! The literati are arrogant! Idle people are gossiping! There's nothing under the well! I'm entertaining myself!".

Yes, you can say that, and no one else can verify whether what you said is true or false, because it should not be framed by reason. It originally belonged to the kaleidoscope of the romantic, to the mind of the silent, to the stubbornness of the thinker, to the dew on the flower tips, to the shadow of the tree dancing under the moon, to the monologue deep in the soul, to the "scream" in the wilderness, It belongs to the deep sky, to the thick earth, and to all free will throughout the ages.

It doesn’t take much thinking to know that most of the articles that have been passed down to future generations like to "moan". It just happens that tonight, Wang Xiaobo speaks for them, and it just so happens that my ears Listened in.

? Three

When I was 18 years old, I fell in love with writing for the first time in a real sense. I remember exactly that it was because I read Han Han’s new concept composition "Looking into the Cup" . The shock at that time was even greater than tonight. I was unprepared and without any warning. I was hit by Han Han on my youthful waist. It hurt me, woke me up, and almost knocked me unconscious.

From then on, I suddenly realized that I carefully reviewed the grid books I had written since elementary school. They could only be included in the ranks of compositions, but were far from being "articles", because they were The composition I wrote at that time was still a new stereotype for exams. I just used the right format, gathered enough words, and wrote the words neatly. There was absolutely no soul in it, nor my independent world. I can't speak for myself, and I even talk about "establishing a heart for the heaven and earth, establishing a destiny for the people, inheriting the unique knowledge of the past saints, and creating peace for all generations." Not only did I not get a glimpse of human nature, the pain and suffering of society, or the prosperity and decline of my family and country from the cup or anywhere. And I actually imagined that my summer composition "A Meaningful Thing" and the like could unleash humanistic care.

? Four

The teacher who created the question stood near the table. There was a glass of water on the table. The glass was transparent. Opposite him was a young man holding a pen and paper. In the 1999 National New Concept Essay Semi-finals, a separate examination room was set up for Han Han because he had missed the registration for the national semi-finals. This was a national battlefield, and he was going to fight it alone.

At this moment, the examination room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The organizer has decided to re-title the event in advance. For the sake of fairness, the essay questions had to appear on the spot. Editor-in-chief Li Qigang is the teacher who created the questions.

He picked up a piece of white paper, crumpled it into a ball, stuffed it into the cup, and said only one sentence: "Just write on this topic."

After more than an hour, the paper ball absorbed the surrounding water and slowly sank to the bottom of the cup, but Han Han's article also surfaced. Like thunder, his talent and independent thinking ability shocked everyone and stirred up the education world.

That year, Han Han was 16 years old.

His profound thoughts were far beyond those of his peers, and even surpassed those of many well-known writers at the time. I think that must be the salvation of his soul. Because that day, he really hurt, stunned, and woke up the Chinese education experts. Then, new concept compositions began to bloom all over the country.

In the same year, Han Han wrote the novel "Three Gates" in one go. Han Han's style, Han Han's heat, and Han Han's critical literature became popular among middle school students across the country. Only then did I realize that middle school students can also write propositional compositions. Although topic composition is now the norm, at the time, it was truly a pioneering work.

If we are troubled every day and have nothing to talk about, nothing to talk about, nothing to express, we feel that we have not experienced enough suffering, we cannot sing sad songs, we cannot write tears, and we cannot compose well. Life. Then think about how much hardship a 16-year-old boy can go through? But he can whisper about life to paper balls and water cups. Is it because our souls have not been redeemed yet? The soul is still imprisoned, how can the skin and flesh feel comfortable? How can thoughts be liberated? How can the pen "moan"? In this way, life will be nothing but the boring vanity fair.

? Five

Lu Xun said: "In my back garden, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree."

In middle school, these two sentences became a popular joke, and everyone would make fun of them, but now they don’t dare.

At that time, I didn’t understand Lu Xun, and I even hated him for being mean and “moaning for no reason”. Now, when I get to know him, I find that I have already become the living beings in his writings, and it seems that I have not missed any of them. I really have no shame in making fun of myself.

I don’t know what posture Lu Xun used and where he looked at the sky. In short, this late autumn night sky is extremely blue, extremely high, and extremely strange. "It seems to be leaving the world and leaving people no longer able to see it when they look up." Of course, the jujube trees have lost all their leaves, leaving only the iron-like appearance. The branches are "piercing the strange and high sky". Therefore, the branches of the jujube tree are meant to kill the sky, the moon and the stars, stabbing straight and silently, without making a sound.

For this jujube tree, a very common plant in the north, Lu Xun wrote about the confrontation between heaven and earth. The jujube tree had a fresh and cold life. At that time, it was in the period of the New Culture Movement, and the spiritual world The alternation of old and new, without deep understanding of it and modern history, it is difficult for us to understand that the jujube trees are more than just two jujube trees, and it is normal. Just by looking at the plants and the sky, Lu Xun stubbornly "moaned" on that very ordinary autumn night in that extremely extraordinary era.

As far as the eye can see, laughter and anger are all articles, and the soul is attached to the flowers and plants, which is the world.

The world of jujube trees is vast, but the vision of all sentient beings is small.