Essay collection the not annihilation pathos Okawa _ Geng Li blog

There are a few people at a time, can get to the youzhou Taiwan-Ang song "sentimental mood? In times long gone, these no see ancient, once license today, Ku underappreciated by the ancient Yan-Ang, will think of warring yanzhao Wang Kui courtesy leyi, Guo, Yan Prince Dan courtesy, hikki, etc historical deeds, but ancient wise Lord see-Ang, later even with wise Lord, that I did not encounter-Ang, staging a distant, boundless universe busy, great, great, with the vast expanse of the sky in the North, only alone face shadow, wuli wilderness, where injured Wolf, pitiful cries, the songs of the South-travelled far "this sentence:" If heaven infinite, sad life long service. To ' Yu River and, to me. "Fear is the spirit of the ancient-Ang upon it. It is rather the cry, round, long tears and gloomy, as a lonely singer can find child-who is the tears? who? Millennium, each exhibition and read is also trapped in the chest, block barrier difficult to address. But careful thought to this poem of a shape, attracted my interest, that tears down an so-Ang details is to detail to ensure that the spirit of full, gave spirituality to stand. There is poetry in prose writing, details of the material and spiritual, is my thoughts and concerns, the only way to guarantee that the text isn't weightlessness. Details of prose is substances, cannot be lightly clad distortion, it is a container that is the case; however, many write essays often went here, a lot of people pursuing so-called poetic, forget about the real is the basis of essays from the snow spray Yang Shuo "lane-old Tai Shan, his discourses of scissors can be hinged Yunxia language, make people feel this kind of old farmer father is the level of knowledge and the University. It was the poem as prose, finally make prose into a narrow and project, I think, especially in our often hide text and deception to and life and truth fragmented national, thinking about the details of the material and spiritual, is resistant to blur in the name of the helpless volley going virtual approach and the way of salvation. Ink-Che LAN (Zhang Yang), there has been such a pain and to think, he said: "... I can not deceive ourselves that my experience there to text conversion is suffering because of the expression of weightlessness ... This phenomenon of ' consciousness ', is really read-write without fear of peace, ' suffering to text conversion for that weightlessness ', frankly, so far I haven't found the answer can be quiet. " Yes, select a Word, do not choose the word, is a writer, but it's also hard to avoid speculation, escape, have deliberately, with small, expand and shrink. When Zhang Yang's buddy mengmeng died, Zhang Yang Miss Mengmeng essay "smoke", followed by a recharge, caught my interest, Zhang Yang first see when is mengmeng on the train, the train into the yunyang mountains. Authors are NAP, suddenly a cry "" look, smoke! we smoke of yunyang! "this sound was calling to Zhang Yang wake, this clothing special woman has made Zhang Yang surprised her scholar, now suddenly issued a child's cry of" we smoke ", of yunyang makes Zhang Yang surprise. This has lived in the mountains in the eleventh year of the woman, surprisingly so poetic. This is mengmeng, later and Zhang Yang became the philosophy of fellow buddy, many years after mengmeng cancer died, Zhang Yang is mengmeng series commemorating the text, I have a collection of essays, but I am concerned about Zhang Yang in the smoke of the trailing transcriptions, recharge, are as follows: "smoke" and "back into the smoke," write once, I suddenly find that a Word is a metaphor of existence. The "smoke", noun, "this is smoke" named, what is the "smoke free" ask its definition, you can also use the "smoke is" if not "the cloud", not "fog", not "steam" to consolidate its definition of certainty, that the "smoke" is an entity, an event, an experience, an erase out of existence. But the "smoke" and can disappear, or rather, fume is may fade away, is the presence of the absent �C it is also in a; in the presence of absence of �� it fade away. The "smoke", an intuitive with marks, ever. Therefore, "back to smoke", that is, the past become the trail, and it is a continuous, divergence with tracks, it never one-dimensional to you links to the past, it actually can point to any one direction, whether it be on a winner or a loser, are absolutely equal. If said she, and her smoke images, left me with something, I'm afraid is "smoke" is a metaphor of life. This is Zhang Yang in Miss Mengmeng prose of afterthought, mengmeng died, like smoke dispersal? like smoke disappear? Nietzsche said: "many people die too late, but several people have died too early. Yes, there are immediate, lips and heart things you really can write? life really, personal experience how to text conversion process of transformation in how not to lost distortion by not weightlessness? yeah, text is a paradox that some words are dead, some words alienation, Word also implies many other traps, the authors argue, even author their own inadvertently will fall into their own learning how unsuspecting trap. Yes, in writing, write each like Zhang Yang, argues Richard "smoke" detail, there is life and death in the works. Back to the essay writing, I think, day-to-day mundane, not been contaminated with details and language more real and close to reality, when Yang Shuo pineapple in song in praise of good times in life, writing the little bee, verbal or written to the countryside, she wrote to the dog in the countryside, Yang Jiang said: the village of dogs, which are not at the beginning of her daughter next!, the countryside with Ondol small wazi la a big bubble feces in hang gallery; daughter was busy with plenty of toilet paper to wipe. Angry at her aunt came to darken the paper �� also darken the manure. Aunt "uh-Lulu Lulu Lulu" a shout, and ran to a dog, a wave was on Kang licking eat, Kang Xi-doll ass licking all trimmed, without washing or cleaning. Daughter every morning, hear a chorus of East West homes "�C Lulu Lulu Lulu" and call the dog's voice, know each doll feedingDog? Yang Jiang was only know why pig Township is unclean animals; because pigs and dogs have preferable. But pigs as a dog has courteous to all non-greedy, and of course, be squatting man knocked down. Dogs to sit on the sidelines waiting for far, to the time before shook his tail in the past. Pigs and dogs here, not the Yang Shuo's bees, red leaves, nor write in Taishan pole top chicken claws set foot in Slate, write a little: words, America the beautiful, but after many. Yang Jiang in the six-remoulding school "in the text, this is more the impact of the 20th century in the 1960s, the real rural farmers, it is poetic Yang Shuo poetic, but also from true and shocked, when his songs praise, he did not know that a few years after the cultural revolution of the torch can also burn that eventually committed suicide. In fact, Mr. Yang Jiang, in the six-remoulding school ", she also writes to the son-in-law had a death. Not be encouraged to write the pain, the pain is not blank, the future of flowers and commitment, we do not see, do not see also LU Xun, Lu Xun said future Golden State he is not going to hide, this is a sober and deceive teacher, we want to portray the future, but we cannot promise the future, the future is the next person. If elderly, can I listen to, but these words can be abandoned, in fact, the abandonment of the desert, abandoned as our footwear may, no big deal. In the last century the great famine of the 60 's big hunger in Yang Shuo's writings became the poetic, the life of tragedy to comedy farce, this is the old Chinese then normal thing, but there we can see: a spiritual degradation, so that many people live in misery, suffering jiankou apathy, in fact, the prose as hungry as a poetic, we can ask, after the tragedy of dilution has watered down or tragedy? what's more, the tragic comedy of last fall's is a play of spirit is a kind of suffering amnesia, in aesthetic of drunk, his blood turned into my poems, wine articles course in prose writing, really, really, really it is necessary to temperaments, but perhaps, in prose writing, carefully the details, the details of physical grasp, discover or reveal details of spirituality, is an essay writing basic principles, in the historical records of Sima Qian, we can get to. Historical records in many details, it is shocking, but that is the true power of condensed, those personnel is not a God, is breaking through individual limit of persons and things, but rooted in the land, is the foundation of a secular, Super pull of nianxiang. I know that in the so-called writing art on a lot of people have often emphasized the spiritual level, art, but often lack the Chinese people should have the most valuable historical responsibility and livelihood perspective, this makes a lot of work to become erratic and rootless, rootless art are often the only change is that there is no root of works of art are often pursuing "DEEPNESS", so the sense of language in the form of the writers of blur under panting. In fact, unless the car sells pulp's life, is the historical roots and rootless art is pale and no blood is water, the people rejected. In fact, on the expression of the existence of things, not only in the use the language select scene details, our Chinese language is sometimes vague, ambiguous, so unreal and symbolism, it involves a joint, that is, write the author what happened has happened there. Is ignored, Liars, reset is to the body, or participation in, experience, put themselves in the presence of the "." "Presence", not merely refers to the presence of experienced authors, more is the author of the spirit, soul, reset the heart which was present. "Presence" of a mark, it is someone else 's, past bitter as her own bitter, and statements into their own flesh and blood experience. Everything about with us. Our degree of presence "," we know the depth of history. Remember that won the 1991 1994 pulizi news features the works of photographic award. That is a Sudanese girls, starvation knees, and the vulture is the girl behind GRAP, not far away, waiting for the hunt girls pictures. When people have been asking about the little girl's whereabouts, unfortunately, Carter also do not know. He news professional role, press the shutter, but later, he left, vultures and little girl final outcome that he did not know. Carter in the were awarded this highest honorary lifetime for two months after the suicide. People will think Carter why there was no active rescue the little girl, he can take this picture of his career, he was sensitive to the presence of professional "," but he's not the "presence" of life, finally, in the absence of this life has become unbearable his life, he chose suicide, suicide from him, Carter is a dare to play a man, Gu around us, in the anti-rightist movement during the cultural revolution, in, how many framed by informer killers, few people in deficit and debt to his life a sin? at this point, I particularly appreciated the Japan writer Haruki Murakami, February 2009, was awarded the Jerusalem Prize in Japan's famous writer Haruki Murakami, finally made up his mind "in order to convey a message", came to Israel Jerusalem participate in the award ceremony. In 15 days of keynote speeches, Haruki Murakami harshly criticized the host Israel not long ago in Gaza military action, he put the man metaphor into wall of eggs and declared "I stand on the side of the egg." , Originally I put as popular novelist Haruki Murakami, mistakenly believed that he could not have been so many plays, watch the Haruki Murakami's speech, I think should be on their prejudice to apologize to Mr. Murakami, his speech is the most recent reading to shock me, I excerpt, as at the end of my prose preamble, is also my efforts in prose writing is standing at the side of the egg power: may I convey to you here a very personal message. This is my creation is always in mind. I've never been to the real line called text or attached to the wall, but ruled in my heart wall. This sentence is: "to egg against a rock, in large hard walls and eggs, I will never stand in the egg that party. "No matter how high is correct, how bad eggs, I will always stand eggs here. Is wrong, Others, time, history to conclusion. But if the novelist regardless of reason, write out the stand at the side of the walls, this works it works with any value? what? bombers, chariot, rocket and white phosphorus shells is the wall; while they crush, char and shooting of civilians is the egg. This is the parable of the meaning one layer. Further, each of us, but also more or less is an egg. We are all unique, fragile shell of the soul. You are also more or less, all must face a name of "institutional" walls. System supposed to protect us, but sometimes it is killing us, or force us to cool, efficient and systematically killing others. We created a system I write novels there is only one reason is to give the dignity of each soul, let them be bathed in sunshine. The story is intended to remind the world that lies in the review system, avoid it acclimated to our soul, denial of the significance of the soul. I am confident that the novelist's duty is through the creation story, about life and death, love, moving to tears, shivering or laugh, make people aware of each soul's unique and irreplaceable. This is why we do day in and day out, such a serious cause of braided novel. I 90-year-old's father passed away last year. He is a retired teacher and freelance monk. When he studied at the Institute of Kyoto, is forced recruitment into the Chinese war. As a child born after the war, I'm curious why he every day before breakfast, all at home altars very faithful to prayer. Once I asked him why, he said that he was killed in the war for all people of prayer, either accidentally or enemy. Watch her kneeling in front of the altar of Buddha, I seem to feel surrounded around the shadow of death. My father passed away, away those I never did know of the memory. But those around him in the shadow of death around you, but remain in my memory. This is me from him one of the few things inherited, but is also one of the most important thing. Today, I only hope to convey a message to you. We are all human, beyond the nationality, ethnicity and religion, we are all just a fragile in the face of institutional walls. No matter what, we have no chance of winning. The wall is too high, too hard or too cold. The only possible against it, just comes from our hearts to believe that each soul is unique, only come from our heart and soul fusion with each other, that can produce warmth. Refer to here, my heart tremble, Yes. For walls, we have no chance of winning, but we stand on the side of the egg, warm the soul of the poor helpless, give them a comfort.