What do you think of Fangfang's scenery? Who will give some information?

"This novel is not only an adventure, but also a narrative adventure in itself."

I read this in a magazine a year ago. I didn't fully understand it at that time, and I thought the author was playing word games. But after reading some theories of new realistic novels and novel narratology, I suddenly have a new understanding of this sentence: if the novel is a window, which can let readers appreciate the poetic meaning of "the window contains autumn snow in Xiling", then the window itself should be exquisite and beautiful.

In my reading experience, the new realistic works are a bit like convex lenses. The details and fragments that we often ignore are transmitted in black and white, and the real state of life is restored and enlarged one by one. There is no tragic sense of heroism or tragic style of aestheticism. The parents of the common people only have short life and daily necessities. The writer seems to consciously touch the most trivial details in life and the seemingly unpretentious personal emotions of ordinary people. However, in the ordinary, troubles and difficulties will inevitably penetrate into people's lives, making them have to think, work hard, or compromise. When we find that all our efforts are in vain, readers, together with every unknown little person in the novel, are closer to the tragedy of human existence in the philosophical sense.

Tragedy again. Tragedy inevitably gives people a gloomy and desolate impression. So is Fangfang's scenery.

Behind the vast scenery of life, in the darkest part of the abyss, I clearly saw those strange worlds ... Baudelaire.

The opening of Landscape gives people an unattainable feeling, as if the reader had to look up solemnly to see the stars of the author's thoughts. What does Fangfang want to express? I'm confused. Think, want to say, want to describe, but always can't think of the right way of thinking, half of them are blocked by the crowd, and the other half are melted in some emotion in their hearts and cannot be formed.

However, the novel is followed by a complete transformation from heaven to earth, from abstract philosophy to concrete life. Fang Fang's brush strokes took a sharp turn, and the stunning "scenery" at the foot of the mountain was completely presented to the readers.

All the stories begin with the gentle and calm tone of the dead baby Xiao Ba. In a dark world, the bystander's eyes can fall on everyone, and he can quietly tell how a family of 1 1 people was compressed in a shack of 13 square meters, eating and drinking Lazar repeatedly for decades, fighting and abusing, being careless and suffering. He can also feel the heart of the world and the indifference of the world in every member's life situation. It is precisely because of this special perspective that the distance between Xiaobazi and his parents and brothers is not only the distance between the narrator and the narrated, but more importantly, the distance between death and life, warmth and cold, tranquility and noise, happiness and pain has also been invisibly opened.

"I really shudder at their world. I am a coward. To this end, I ask all my relatives who are growing up in new places to forgive my cowardice, forgive me for enjoying the peace and warmth that should belong to the whole family alone, and forgive me for watching them work hard and watching their hardships and sorrows with very calm eyes. "

The seemingly impossible narrative has become the truest confession. In the absurd and bizarre atmosphere, the narrative of the dead baby is thought-provoking. For the seven brothers, in the riff-raff environment of the shed in Henan, life is like suffering, and death is like liberation. Isn't it ironic to make the dead sympathize with the living? If so, what is the purpose of satirizing the survival dilemma? Is life a puzzle destined to be answered by tragedy? The second brother's questioning and confusion about the value of life is more Hamlet-style melancholy and indifference:

"The second brother stood in front of the grave, looking at the white monument of the black grave full of green leaves, and his heart was steep and desolate. Life is like an ant and death is like dust. How many creatures is this, including him? How big is the gap between the living and the dead? Is it possible for the dead to say that they are alive in their world and everyone in the world is dead? Has death entered a higher level of life? The second brother has a pain that he has never had before, because he is confused and confused about life and can't let go of it. "

Compared with the tenacity of the seventh brother, the second brother is sensitive and fragile. Compared with parents' ignorance and fearless vulgarity, the second brother is noble and sincere. The second brother may not be the most tragic figure in the landscape, but he is the one who can give me the most warmth, and he is also the one who makes me regret it the most. He is beautiful, kind, considerate, hopeful, and more importantly, he knows what love is. When the dying seventh brother snuggles in his warm arms, when Yang Lang in a white dress monologues in the moonlight, when he mumbles in a trance: "It's not death, it's love!" When I was young, I felt love and burning pain intertwined. Love makes his world bloom with the best expectation, but he doesn't understand that the word "love" is not a shield that can cope with everything. Is a huge weight, causing people to fall leisurely. Yang Lang's sentence "I never loved you" made him understand his love, and paying homage to love with death became his whole life. The second brother has resisted his father and fate, but his own strength is only a candle in the wind after all, and he is destined to be annihilated in the cruel reality.

"Who is holding you this time? Guess-"

"death." I answered.

"... not death, but love! "

"Not death, but love!" -the second brother's will left to the world before his death. Like a farewell poem, it is a strand of his dead soul, and he is still mourning the prosperity of the past.

Borges said that when a person leaves the world he loves forever, it is like water disappearing into the water. The second brother died quietly, without the gorgeous atmosphere of tragedy rendering, only the peace and serenity of water droplets disappearing in the river.

What is life? What is death? What is kindness? What is cruelty? Sometimes it's just a thin line.

Those people in Henan who are shackled by poverty, such as mom and dad, live so embarrassed and humble, but they don't realize it or even enjoy themselves. In the field of human spirit, I think they are indeed dead. Because indifference to the tragedy of life is always more painful than the tragedy itself.

"Qi Ge said that when you look at everything in this world and the world itself as worthless, you will feel that you have not lived until now, and you can walk back and forth freely on the road of life."

"Seven elder brother said that life is like leaves, and it comes and goes in a hurry. Sprouting in spring is to fall in autumn. " Why do you care about robbing others of nutrition and making yourself fat? "

Brother Qi is like a gyro with wings, spinning alone, but cutting someone else's palm. His philosophy of existence tells him that everything is vanity, pain and injury are insignificant, and the tragedy of life is nothing but noise and commotion.

What does a gyro with only one fulcrum stand on? Ideal? Faith? Pursuit? All kinds of kind words painted with bright colors do not belong to Qi Ge. There is no ability at all, only a gyro that falls to one side. Why does it spin so fast?

Yes, it is the power of whipping.

In the crowded and vulgar shed in Henan, there are violence, vulgarity, filth and ugliness everywhere, ideals are trampled, human feelings are frozen, father is beaten, mother's indifference, sister's poisonous smile, enough death ... These are condensed into a flogging force, which hurts Qi Ge's soul, but also makes his desire for survival stronger, so he "spins" quickly by hook or by crook. He succeeded.

Climb high and look far, and the clothes are clear. No longer the humble "lost dog" curled up under the bed of 13 square meter shack. It succeeded and attracted people to worship.

And the price is youth, body and soul.

He succeeded? Or go further to death?

Or is the lingering mystery in the landscape making me think and unable to get an answer?

That deep place leading to eternal loneliness, death and unknowable human nature is the charm of landscape.

postscript

Landscape is a work that has shocked me a lot recently, probably because of too many feelings. I don't know where to start at the moment. Some of the above words are things that I didn't expand in depth when I was doing the courseware. You can combine the two and talk about the enlightenment and thinking brought by the mountains and rivers. I recommend vomiting blood to read this excellent work "Landscape".