Every time I write an essay, I know with clarity that I am dreaming again. In fact, I dream far more often than I write, and I know that dreams are far more real and beautiful than framed words.
For me, when I write prose, I have a swaying landscape in my mind, and when I write poetry, I feel a still page. In the "qin and chess, calligraphy and painting", qin and chess are together, books and paintings are more intimate, so although I can only scribble like a child, but I can taste the charm of the big handwriting, because, when writing, the things depicted, the flowers and trees and the feeling of the flow, the moment of the pen, are quietly in front of the face, like the sketch The moment I put my pen to paper, it will quietly appear in front of me, like an apple on a white tablecloth or a rustic clay pot in a sketch, and I am the painter, the master of my world.
There was a time when I was intoxicated by Floyd's "Interpretation of Dreams", and I was a little bit obsessed with it, and then I studied "The Duke of Zhou's Interpretation of Dreams", until I finally realized that dreams are the most real thing, and literature originated from dreams.
Lu Xun's literature originated in life originated in the working people to lift the wood HangYouHangYou is actually a little wrong, even if it is to lift the wood, but also to lift the wood is tired, rest when a dream, woke up to lift the wood song, and then there is a dream of their own words can be passed on to future generations of people to write down, and changed to have a literature.
So, people who write articles must like to dream, and articles written well must be dreaming well. Dreams are real, reality is unreal, literature is between the two is also real and unreal.
From ancient times to the present, the original intention of literature is to write to the world, but thousands of years of literary history tells me that the most can be reversed black and white is literature! For example, you have to do a dream when you are starving, fantasizing that you have a very large and brightly colored apple in your hand, in the dream of sincerity touched God, so when you open your eyes, in front of you there is a very green and very bitter, but enough to let you fill your hunger for a small apple, you will certainly eat without any melancholy, and in the future, you will also be in your diary to write: a certain year and a certain month and a certain day, the extreme hunger, and met with a fairy, from the green apple paradise to pick a Apples to each other ...... This is the relationship between dreams and reality and literature.
"Dream of the Red Chamber" is a classic of writing dreams, one hundred and twenty times inside seems to hide dozens of dreams, bizarre, fantasy; there is a spring dream, there is an autumn dream, there is a dream of yellow sorghum; even the lovely little Xiangling has learned to dream of beauty in the Grand View Garden, on the stone bench by the lotus pond. From the beginning to the end of the story is, from the opening of the book to the last word is, Cao Xueqin and Gao E also. So, Dream of the Red Chamber was cast in splendor and became a classic.
I mostly dream in the mid-winter season, my world is always winter, and thus there is always an unnamable pain hidden in my poems and my writings, and almost everything that happens in my dreams is in the middle of nowhere in the pouring rain or under the eaves of the halls in the drizzling rain, and so I, who don't cry in my life, involuntarily shed tears on the paper and in the flickering computer screen.
The temple of literature is not dare to climb high, just and only hobby. My joy is in my early morning pillows floating in tears and sighs in the midst of heavenly descents. Just under an impulse to recount my present after waking up from a dream, in a boat full of starlight to remember and continue my unknown future ......