Bi Shumin
Literature floats in money and lowliness, and its body has been submerged, leaving only an old head.
This is an era of advocating "lightness". From the wife's weight to her belief in life, from historical comments to the rhythm of music, it has become a style to take light as beauty.
The reason is that although our country is young, it has also experienced peace for nearly half a century. The scars of war are full of flowers, and the story of blood and fire has become a myth. The elimination of the two camps in the world has blurred some long-term boundaries in an instant. When people find that the heaviness of the past has nowhere to attach beauty, it is both rebellion and return to look for the long-lost "lightness". Not to mention the "high", "big" and "complete" model operas in the Cultural Revolution, which made many people feel that it was sublime.
Great changes have taken place in the world. People found money so lovely on a cloudy morning. China people like to overkill, because we have a large population, and at the same time we have discovered a truth. The result of joint efforts and strength is to make it close to falsehood. An elder who studied history told me that Qian Chao's impact on the belief of intellectuals this time was stronger than that of previous political movements. At that time, people looked down on you. This time, you were told to look down on yourself. ...
So contempt for the sublime has become a kind of "fashion".
People are not indifferent to faith, friendship, love and eternity. It is normal that people are cross-flow and materialistic. A hero who sacrificed himself to save lives appeared on the road. People can understand thieves, but they should regard the rescuer as heresy. ...
Writers (please forgive me, including all writers) have their own choices.
So there are so many humbleness in our literature. Literati try their best to convey humbleness with flowers, while readers appreciate humbleness with deep hearts. Humble is like a basin of warm and turbid water, in which everyone rolls happily. We cleaned up our dirt in the water and then returned to the sun with more dust. This kind of reading gives us unprecedented satisfaction. It turns out that the world is in chaos, so we don't have to criticize our own problems. We are much cleaner than the characters in the book!
The sublime side can be ordinary, not humble.
When accepting Nobel Prize in Literature, Faulkner once said that the special honor of poets and writers is "to remind people of courage, honor, hope, pride, sympathy, pity and sacrifice, which were the pride of mankind in the past. To this end, mankind will be immortal. "
This is the conscience of a great writer.
In the face of humility, we can surrender and worship the turbid flow. Writing kitsch and inflammatory words will pull the taste of public appreciation to the negative again. While handing in shoddy and even poisonous barnyard grass, he changed the buying and selling price and said shyly, "Writing a book is only for fanfan." In fact, if you just want to exchange money, treating writing as a commodity is the slowest and the income is meager. I always feel that low manuscript fee is a good thing. While starving the real screenwriters, they also ran away a lot of gangsters, which played a certain role in cleaning up the team.
In fact, humbleness is not our new discovery. It is a spiritual property inherited from our ancestors. You can have it or not, and it will accompany our whole history. In literary works, it has always existed, but it has never been the protagonist. For example, the "two ugliness art" lashed by Mr. Lu Xun is a kind of image humbleness. Knows everything erudite. On the surface, he is very passive, pointing fingers behind his back, but he is still not at ease.
Fighting against humbleness is the need of human survival. Man is a delicate and fragile creature, and his fear of nature and other powerful creatures makes him yearn for the sublime.
I went to Tibet as a soldier when I was very young. Facing the vast glaciers and wasteland, I realized the personal smallness. The cold silence there makes you doubt whether your existence is real. I think that's probably what happened when the earth just solidified into a solid. Mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon are all dead, and only people, although young, are constantly crawling, bringing fresh life to the whole earth. I suddenly have a strange feeling in my heart-although I am like dirt, I will not give in, and I will definitely climb the highest mountain.
When I really stand on the main peak of that mountain, I know what is sublime. In fact, it is a feeling derived from fear, and it is heroic after overcoming fear.
Perhaps my youth gave me too deep feelings, perhaps the blood of soldiers is always surging in my veins, and I have a special love for great and magnificent things. I look for things that capture the essence of the times and life in my life, because the stimulation of "lofty" feelings depends on a certain quantity and quality. Facing a shallow river, we can admire its purity and tranquility, but it is not worthy of its sublimity. But when you face the sea, your feelings are completely different, and its surging will arouse the vicissitudes of your destiny. I don't despise the tranquility of the river at all, but it belongs to another category, called "beauty"
Zhu Fu: This is an article by writer Bi Shumin, which is very similar to the theme you mentioned.