Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 1078 Mental Games
Such a small episode did not affect everyone's mood, but everyone made fun of Wang Yi more.

Some people say that a scholar can know the affairs of the world without going out.

Some people say that traveling thousands of miles is worse than reading thousands of books.

The normal life of writers may be more boring than ordinary people, and what Wang Yi encountered today can even be regarded as rare.

Maybe, what happened today will become the material of Wang Yi's writing in the future.

When a writer creates a work, he does not necessarily need to experience similar things, but it is definitely better if he can have more experiences.

Most writers also incorporate their own experiences into their works.

Sometimes when readers are reading a book, they may be very surprised when they see some fragments that they find unbelievable, thinking that the author made it up by himself, or used exaggerated techniques on purpose.

In fact, this is not the case. Reality is often stranger than fiction.

Before, Zhuang Yu wrote a novel reflecting the backwardness of rural thought, and a sad thing was written in it.

A family with three generations of grandparents and grandchildren. The young couple went out to work, and a pair of children were left to be raised by grandparents.

One day, the grandma bathed her grandson and granddaughter. She washed the older granddaughter first and was going to dress her. She was afraid that the water temperature would be too low and the grandson would get cold in the water, so she put the bath tub on top of a coal stove to heat it. Even put the baby in the basin.

Later, the grandma may have become old and mentally ill, dressing her granddaughter for a while and forgetting that the grandson was still on the coal stove, cooking the child to death.

When this incident was written, some people did not believe it at all, and insisted that Zhuang Yu was creating tragedy for the sake of tragedy.

But for Zhuang Yu, this incident actually happened, and it happened in their same village.

However, this incident also reminded Zhuang Yu that although such things happen in reality, he is not a journalist after all, and what he wants to do is not to record the news truthfully. He should be concerned about the effect of the story after it is written. .

If it is written, it will make many people think it is false at first. No matter whether what is written in it is based on evidence or not, it will be a failure on a certain level.

Before the food and wine were on the table, everyone was chatting about today's incident, and Zhuang Yu mentioned the previous incident.

After listening to Zhuang Yu, Liu Yuan said, "I don't think you need to think too much about the readers' feelings. Although I know that you are taking care of the readers, but after a long time, you seem to cater to the readers, and it is difficult to stick to your heart."

Liu Yuan expressed his objection, which was later objected by Wang Yi, "If you don't consider the audience's feelings when expressing your thoughts, it's tantamount to talking to yourself."

"Perhaps the best literary work is talking to oneself," Liu Yuan said.

Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows, which reminded him of Zhu Guangqian.

Zhu Guangqian once mentioned his proposition in an open letter: the best article is talking to oneself.

It coincides with what Liu Yuan said at this time.

It is not surprising that Liu Yuan and the former Zhu Guangqian have such thoughts, because most pure literature is like this. The author's intention at the beginning of creation is to vent what he can't vent in his heart.

Later, when Zhu Guangqian explained what he said, he also quoted what Lawrence said: art for myself.

He was a faithful believer of Croce, and Croce believed that art is expression, and expression is intuition, and intuition is a kind of pure spiritual synthesis that produces concrete forms through the intersection of emotion and imagery.Therefore, the creation of art is completely conceived in the heart, and then completed in the heart.

As for writing out the art in the heart, it is just a physical fact.

However, Zhu Guangqian's thinking changed a little later.

"Zhang Zhong, what do you think?"

Zhang Zhong was thinking about "Talking about Literature", when Yu Dongyu suddenly asked, he said with a smile, "Liu Yuan, what you said is somewhat different from what you did."

Liu Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you say?"

"Ask yourself, can your work speak to itself?" Zhang Zhong asked.

Liu Yuan pondered, then shook his head helplessly, "No."

"Of course not. There are many places in your works that are suspicious and suspenseful. If you just talk to yourself, there is no need for these things to exist. And the reason why you write like this is actually to hope to have an effect in the hearts of readers. "

Wang Yi deeply agrees: "Looking at it this way, many techniques in literature and art are actually designed to impress readers. If you just talk to yourself, you don't need those skills at all. And most of us here have no way to flaunt it. My own works are talking to myself, because many of us are professional writers, and we only pay attention to inspiration when we preconceive and produce literary works. Our original intention is to write a work for people to appreciate."

Liu Yuan wrinkled his face. Although he didn't say that he agreed with Zhang Zhong and the others, he must have heard their words in his heart.

Probably at this moment in his mind, two different thoughts are playing with each other.

Now that the food and wine were on the table, Zhang Zhong said with a smile, "I'll talk about other things later. Let's move your chopsticks first. There was a little accident tonight, which made it a bit late for dinner. Everyone must be hungry."

It's almost eight o'clock now, but luckily it's summer, and it hasn't been long since it got dark.

Wang Yi picked up the wine glass and said, "I'm to blame for this, I'll punish myself with a drink."

Seeing him toast, Liu Yuan joked, "You have to pay attention, you came here by 'driving' a car, don't forget to find a replacement driver when you turn around."

Wang Yi waved his hand, "Don't worry about it, I can push the car back even if I push it."

Zhuang Yu said: "Don't rush to drink this glass of wine, let's play a game, if you win, everyone will give you this glass of wine."

"What if you lose?"

"If you lose, you will naturally have to drink two cups."

Wang Yi thought for a while and said, "Okay, how do you play, is it shooting again?"

"Let's not play shooting this time." Zhuang Yu shook his head and said, "This game is very simple. One person says a word, and then you have five seconds to say whether the gesture of the word is odd or even."

Wang Yi curled his lips and said, "What's the difference between such a question and guessing? As long as you say a lot of words and strokes, I can only guess randomly. The probability is about five or five."

"No, no, this game is very different from Guessing, because you choose the person who asks the question. You choose one person on this table to give the question. If the person you choose is not willing to make things difficult for you , give you a simple one, won't you win?"

As soon as Wang Yi heard this was the reason, he nodded and said, "Okay, I agree, then I will choose the questioner."

(End of this chapter)