1980 My literary era

Chapter 299 I didn’t write it anyway

Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eager eyes, Lin Weimin selected another male student.

This male student does not need to introduce himself. Lin Weimin knows him, whether before or after time travel, Hajime Benfu.

Before traveling through time, Lin Weimin watched the movie "A World Without Thieves" adapted from his short story of the same name. After time travel, his short story "Selling Donkeys" won the 1981 National Outstanding Short Story Award together with Lin Weimin's "The Death of Yura".

"My classmate, long time no see!" Lin Weimin said hello with a relaxed expression.

Hajimemoto didn't expect that Lin Weimin would still remember him because of just a brief encounter when he won the award, and he was a little flattered after standing up.

After saying hello, Mr. Hajimoto asked: "Teacher Lin, I personally particularly like your novel "The Horse Trapper". I am from Jiangsu, but I am extremely obsessed with the border desert. I fantasize about the distant desert. Hanhai, there are always countless flashes of thoughts bursting out in my mind. But I can never catch these flashes of thoughts, like quicksand. I wonder if you have encountered such a situation during the creative process? How did you avoid it? "

A few years ago, the two of them were on the same stage to receive the award. Now the location has been changed. Lin Weimin has become the teacher on the stage, while Hajime Beno has become the student in the audience. Fortunately, he quickly adjusted his mentality. Asked the question.

"This is a very good question. I think not only this husband, but also many students here must have had this problem."

When Lin Weimin said this, many people under the podium nodded in agreement and felt the same way.

After Lin Weimin finished speaking, he pondered for a moment before continuing to chat.

“Here, we first have to figure out what we want to write about, and I think this is a very important question.

I’m not sure about other students. My main creative direction is novels, so I’ll talk about novels.

Putting aside those vague definitions, I say that novels are about telling stories. I wonder if everyone can accept that? "

Lin Weimin looked at the students under the podium with a look of inquiry, and many people nodded. This is a popular saying, and there must be no problem.

"Since we are telling stories, where do the stories come from?" Lin Weimin's question made many students think.

He did not wait for everyone's answer, and continued: "Suppose that when you are eating today, a picture suddenly appears in your mind. A skinny old woman with a rickety body and a wooden stick is begging for food in the wind and snow. This picture is out of thin air. Are you here?

If you were an ignorant child, could such a picture pop up in your mind?

Of course not.

Therefore, students, you must understand that all your inspirations and flashes of thought are by no means accidental. They must be the accumulation of your life and study.

It is precisely because of these accumulations that you have the lowest level of desire and logic in creation. You want to tell others the story you know.

Just now I said that writing novels means telling stories. Many people here nodded. I think everyone should understand that what I mean by telling stories is actually a popular explanation.

When we go further and want to turn this story into a real novel with literary value, we still need some other accumulation.

For example, the accumulation of language, the accumulation of artistic means, etc. are indispensable.

The picture I just described is the origin of the story and the accumulation of our life and study. Next, we have to add some seasoning to it.

For example, it was snowing and the old woman knocked on the door to beg for food. The dog in the yard was barking. The old woman was mercilessly driven away. The moment the door closed, the man threw a piece of cake to the dog. At this point, everyone may be able to hear it at once. Isn't this "the wine and meat in the rich family smells bad, and the roads are frozen to death"? "

The students below laughed. Lin Weimin's description indeed coincided with the ancient poem.

“Yes, the story is almost the same, but what we need to do is how to tell the story in our own way to be exciting and different.

Let's continue this story.

The old woman begged for food in this small town for a long time, but no one was willing to give her a piece of cake. In the end, there was no more knocking on the door in the small town. "

When Lin Weimin said this, many people had a bit of sadness on their faces. In their minds, they had already imagined the image of the old woman freezing to death in the ice and snow due to hunger and cold.

"In the evening, a family in the town suddenly discovered that their child was missing. The family hurriedly went out to search, but couldn't find him.

After several days of snow and wind, a woodcutter ran to the town in panic, saying that he had found a dead person in the woods.

When the people in the town looked over, they discovered that the old woman who had been begging for food had frozen to death. Next to the old woman, there was a pile of firewood that had not yet been ignited. "

At this point, the story goes exactly as everyone expected.

But at this moment, Lin Weimin said: "Suddenly, a person pointed at the thick snowdrift next to the old woman and seemed to find something. They dug up the snowdrift and found that it was the lost child. Like the old woman, he had already He was frozen to death. The difference is that this child has two tooth marks on his neck."

In an instant, everyone in the classroom felt a cold air rising from the back of their heads, and their hair stood on end.

At this point in the story, Lin Weimin stopped and gave everyone a few seconds to react.

He smiled and said: "I think everyone understands this story. On the other hand, let's summarize, what is the core of this story? Who can tell me?"

The faces of everyone showed contemplation again.

Someone said: "This is the alienation of people by hunger."

Someone said: "The people in the town don't give the old woman food, so the old woman wants to eat the children. This is a natural cycle and retribution is not good."

Others thought even further, "This must be a famine or a natural or man-made disaster."

Lin Weimin nodded and said: "Yes, what everyone said makes sense. Now let me tell you, what was in my mind when I mentioned this old woman?"

There was a look of curiosity on everyone's faces.

"What I'm thinking of is the great famine that occurred in southern Hebei in 1942. Now let me ask you, which one do you think should be the core of this story?"

Almost without thinking, everyone replied: "It's a natural disaster or a man-made disaster."

"Yes, natural and man-made disasters. With this core, when we look back at our story, there are too many things that can be added. Do you think this is true?"

Lin Weimin used only a short story to vividly present the unfamiliar and abstract content in front of them, which made the students under the podium feel admiration.

Lin Weimin looked at Hao Benfu again and said, "Classmate Benfu, what I said is my personal experience for your and all classmates' reference."

"Thank you, Teacher Lin!"

Hajimoto's voice as Teacher Lin is very natural. Lin Weimin's story is not sophisticated, but the twist is horrifying, which immediately adds a lot of color to the originally clichéd and mediocre story.

And this was just a temporary thought he made in order to explain to himself the basis and techniques of novel creation. Hajimoto was impressed by it.

After answering this question and preparing to ask questions again, the people who raised their hands became even more enthusiastic.

Lin Weimin once again pointed to a male student with splayed eyebrows. He stood up and asked: "Teacher Lin, you wrote the novel "The Thief of Officials", right? Everyone is saying that the characters in this novel were written by you to hide." Shoot those seniors in the literary world.”

Lin Weimin took a deep look at this man with the splayed eyebrows, "You kid, you have bad intentions in this question!"

The other students all had expressions of curiosity and excitement on their faces. Various comments and analyzes on "The Thief of Officials" had been circulated in countless versions during this period of time. Naturally, everyone was full of interest in this matter.

After Lin Weimin pondered for a moment, he said: "We writers are a group of people who like to complain very much, and we even eat a lot of food because we like to complain. Some people like to write about the dark side of society and people's hearts when they are creating, and I also like to write about the dark side of society and people's hearts. No exception, as long as it is true to the facts, we will respect it. Similarly, when a work is published, the criticism or praise of readers and critics must be respected. But..."

Speaking of this, Lin Weimin's eyes sharpened and his tone became serious.

“Respect is respect, we allow you the right to comment freely, but we never give you the right to disregard the facts on the grounds of literary criticism, let alone the right to create a literary prison and make people guilty for their words.

Comrades, please remember that we have made mistakes on this issue more than once.

The people of Qin had no time to mourn for themselves, so that future generations would mourn for them; if future generations mourned without taking note of it, they would also cause future generations to mourn for future generations again. "

After Lin Weimin said these words, he looked at the people under the podium quietly, and the whole classroom was silent.

Everyone is clearly aware of the wave of criticism caused by "Lover" a few months ago. We have read enough about the causes and consequences of the incident in various newspapers and magazines, and naturally we know the grievances and censure Lin Weimin suffered in it.

Comparing their own feelings, most people present did not think that they could escape from such a storm, let alone sit on the Diaoyutai like Lin Weimin from beginning to end without saying a word.

So, is it too much to write a work after the fact to allude to the people who criticized you?

Too much!

We are all engaged in literature. If we don't do this, how can we still go to the door to find someone to challenge?

Everyone has almost acquiesced in their hearts that this work was written by Lin Weimin.

Besides, Teacher Lin's "The Thief of Officials" is really well written!

"When the county magistrate takes office, he has to create a clever name, win over the gentry, pay taxes and donations, and they pay, so that the people can follow suit. After receiving the money, the gentry's money will be returned in full, and the people's money will be divided into 30/70."

"It's good to make money. Business is not shabby."

"Aren't you bullying honest people?"

From time to time, some classic scenes and dialogues in novels can float through everyone's mind. They have such a magical charm that people can't stop thinking about them and just drill them into their minds.

At this time, Lin Weimin's face showed a bit of joking.

"As for who wrote the novel, is it so important? Anyway, I didn't write it!"

The students all had knowing smiles on their faces.

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