What is the golden thread of literature in Feng Tang's Big Line?

"Golden thread": Tell me, what is the golden thread of literature? In the April issue of GQ, an open letter column, I wrote an article, "Da Shi", saying that Han Han's novels are not introductory, and his essays are clever. I said that literature does have a golden thread. If a work is achieved, it is achieved. If it is not achieved, it is not achieved. For outsiders, it is looming, and for discerning people, it is like a fire. This article attracted a lot of scolding, which helped me to review many four-word derogatory idioms in Chinese (scholars despise each other, throw stones when they are down, seek fame and reputation, talk with honey and hide swords, etc.) The only thing I'm inclined to accept is "helping others to abuse" objectively. Although I don't think it's that serious, it seems that Fang Zhouzi and Zhou Wang are a little behind each other. ), it also gave me another nickname: "Feng Jinxian". Some people even think that this article has created a new four-word idiom: "Feng Tang Jinxian". Lu Jinbo, the publisher of Han Han and I, said, Feng Jinxian, you should write an article to explain what you said about Golden Thread and what good literature is. First of all, is there a standard for literature? Literature certainly has standards. Like music, painting, sculpture, calligraphy, movies, drama and other art forms, like beautiful women, beautiful jade, fine wine, good tea, good fragrance, delicious food and other beautiful things, like vague things like civilization, democracy, human rights, morality, Buddhism and universal values, although "literature is no first, martial arts is no second", although it is difficult to quantify, although subjective, although in some cases, Under this golden thread, read as little as possible, or you will unconsciously ruin your aesthetic taste. Above this golden thread, except Zhuang Zhou, Sima Qian, Li Bai, Du Fu, who have been a top master of code words for hundreds of years, there is no clear distinction between high and low, twenty-four poems, silent flowers, people as pale as chrysanthemums, flowing water today, the predecessor of the bright moon, and so on, all of which are colorful and colorful. You can just eat your favorite bite, or you can eat all directions with your mouth, taste a hundred herbs, and be poisonous to all. "the article is eternal, and the gains and losses are well known." Unfortunately, similar to other things mentioned above, similar to truth, this golden thread is difficult to describe, usually in the hands of a few people, not decided by the majority. "Ercao's body and name are destroyed, and rivers will never be wasted." Fortunately, the "principle of large numbers" still applies here. Taking a hundred years as the scale, the noise at that time faded away, showing an immortal article that defeated time. If Kong Qiu, Zhuang Zhou, Lv Buwei, Sima Qian, Ban Gu, Prince Zhaoming, Liu Yiqing, Sima Guang, Su Dongpo, Wang Anshi, Zeng Guofan and Wu Chucai were allowed to live today, let them choose 3 good Chinese poems from 5 BC to 2 AD, including the Book of Songs, Chu Ci, Han Fu, Tang Poetry, Song Ci, Ming and Qing novels, pre-Qin prose, official history and unofficial history. The characteristics of these good articles recognized by discerning people are the golden thread. Besides, is the standard of this good literature important? Standards are of course important. China has a vast territory and abundant resources, a large population, and a lack of products. People like to compete, take shortcuts, have bad rules, fish in troubled waters, and the winner is king, so they can muddle along. There is no standard, no bottom line, easy to muddle along, always slipping away to a lower place, easy to satisfy oneself, and easy to make vertical well-known. However, without standards, it is difficult to improve learning efficiency and create good things continuously. After completely failing to meet the standards, the number of discerning people continues to decrease, being ridiculed, exiled, castrated and killed. After becoming famous, Erez became a god (or more precisely, he was pushed to the altar, but he didn't refuse). After that, there will often be "pointing the deer at the horse", and the remaining discerning people will collectively silence because of various interests and taboos. Even if it happens, "As for those who make statements in ancient times, there is no hope of their quick success, no temptation to be snobbish, raising their roots and actually adding their cream and hoping for their glory." Take your time and take the narrow door. In the long run, it is the fastest and shortest way to a better life. Finally, what is this golden thread of yours? Westerners have Fifty Lessons of Fiction, while China people have Wen Xin Diao Long, all of which have built a rather complicated standard system. There are also concise versions. Westerners have a 6C standard for a good article, which uses six adjectives: concise, clear, complete, consistent, correct and colorful (conciseness, clarity, completeness, consistency, correctness and vividness). To put it more simply, the content of the expression should be able to impact the ignorant and narrow world outlook and outlook on life, explore all kinds of subtle fires of human nature, and the form of expression should be able to explain things and challenge the limits of language expression ability and efficiency. To give some examples, regardless of modern people, ancient people, Han people and Hu people. "I'm at the foot of the 14th team, and she's at the foot of the 15th team. One day she came down from the mountain and discussed with me that she was not a whore. . . At this moment, Chen Qingyang's moans spread around the house like a flood. I was so surprised that I lay down and did not move. But she said, come on, asshole, and twist my leg. After I was' fast', the tremors seemed to come from the center of the earth. Later, she said that she felt guilty and would be punished sooner or later. " (Wang Xiaobo's "Golden Age") "It's cold in winter, and the mountains are closed by heavy snow. When you go out, you will slip away your footprints. If you follow others, you will often be followed by others. If you don't, you will be copied into the cave and eaten like a refrigerator." (Wang Shuo's "Letter to Daughter") "After getting the meal, I started eating immediately. I ate quickly, my throat shrank and my face was full of muscles. I often stop suddenly and carefully put the rice grains and soup oil flowers on my mouth or chin into my mouth with my whole index finger. If a grain of rice falls on the clothes, press it immediately and put it into your mouth. If one doesn't hold it down, the rice drops from his clothes, and he immediately stops moving his feet and turns to his upper body to look for it. If he meets my eyes at this time, he will slow down. "(Acheng's Chess King)" They don't hide their meat. Kill pigs next year. Killing pigs is in the hall. Everything is the same as at home, boiling water, wooden barrels and sharp knives. When tying pigs, pigs also bark desperately. Different from the family, there is an extra ceremony to recite a' death curse' to the pig who is about to ascend to heaven, and it is always recited by the teacher's uncle, with a solemn expression:' ... all viviparous, oviparous and dormant births come from nothingness and return to nothingness for afterlife, so be happy. There is no Amitabha in the south!' When Master Rendu went down with a knife, bright red pig blood gushed out with a lot of foam. "(Wang Zengqi's" Being ordained ")" I wake up at night under the moon, the flowers are messy, and the sleeves are full of people, and I am as suspicious as curling. " (Li Bai) "I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happy man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I am. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, thank God.”（Henry Miller, 《Tropic of Cancer》）“I knew it was my own creature I heard scrabbling, and when Sissel heard it one afternoon and began to worry, I realised her fantasies were involved too, it was a sound which grew out of our lovemaking. We heard it when we were finished and lying quite still on our backs, when we were empty and clear, Perfect quiet. It was the impression of small claws scratching blindly against a wall, such a distant sound it needed two people to hear it. "(Ian McEwan," First Love, Last Rites ") I caught an early flight to the airport today. After five o'clock, the sun has come out, not dazzling, not hot, but it can't be said to exist, and it is golden. On both sides of the airport expressway, rows of locust seedlings are not as thick as teacups, and the trunk near the surface is white. Near the trunk, above the golden thread, the blue is all over the floor in February. I think, after my creative ability fails, I will take the time to compile an anthology called Golden Thread. The rest is not one by one. Feng Tang