“Redundant words” is one of the articles I often read. Every time I read it, I will feel deeply. Just a few days ago, Qu Qiubai wrote a post-Reading review of his honest confession in the article. Today, compared with several prose works of another contemporary literature master, I read redundant words again. I have to say; The sincerity of Qu Qiubai and the affectation of the master are really clear and clear. It cannot be compared with each other. For example, the master’s prose describing the ugly stone, no matter the structure and layout of the article, the wording and sentences, or the expression of feelings, makes people feel false. And for example, the article describing Father’s love, although the full text takes wine as the main line, it seems to meet the writing requirements of prose. However, after reading the full text, my feeling is still: love is not true, meaning is not clear, and it is very false. There is also an article describing the riverside of the west of the city, which is basically a work of squeezing emotions for the article. For the same theme, reading Shi Tiesheng’s “I and Ditan” and “the year when I was 21” is much more sincere. Of course, I know that common people have their own characters, and the writing and reading of articles vary from person to person. However, anyway, it is not a pleasant thing to let people read a work lacking true feelings and sincerity. If, by extension, such articles are appreciated as excellent works, especially in today’s society where the trend of making a show prevails. That is the sorrow in Chinese literary world! I like the prose works in Chinese literary circles in the 1930 s and 1940 s very much. It can be said that almost every prose essay written by every writer is an excellent work with true feelings and interests. Perhaps, this is because the writers at that time were greatly influenced by Chinese traditional literature and British and American essays, which had a profound relationship. For example, I like writers like Liang Yuchun, Xu Zhimo, Zhou ZuoRen, Lu Xun, Yu Dafu, Feng Zikai and so on. Although their writing styles are totally different, they all change and return to the truth in the end. Their works can be said to be never tired of reading, often read and new. Another example is the works of Charlie Lamb, Washington Owen, Emerson, Thoreau, Rousseau, Hasslet and so on among British and American prose essays, which till now are all beyond others. Why? Because none of their works is a fake work, which is a scene of expressing sorrow for the new poems. Nowadays, I often read all kinds of prose works published on the Internet, and it is very appropriate to summarize my feelings after reading the network prose works with a word that the master is deeply hidden in the folk. For example, there is a blog writer of “April in the world”. Many articles written by him are delicate and sincere, and my heartstrings are often stirred by the author’s delicate narration. There are also a lot of works published on proses website, proses bar and online proses, which I think can be completely comparable to those of proses in the 1930 s and 1940 s. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the chance to get in touch with these authors, just like those literary associations like Analects of Confucius, Creation Society, July, Zuo Lian, Star society, etc, A group of literary lovers with the same interests can often get together and exchange their own literary opinions and experiences. Perhaps, this is just my wishful dream, because I know that nowadays, people’s social values are all based on how much wealth they have. Therefore, my wish is very pedantic, which can be said to be completely divorced from social values. Let’s go back to reality. Literature can only be my hobby in my spare time. However, no matter how the society changes and how the Times advance. No matter in the daytime business activities or in the literature writing in the spare time. I should stick to the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty as always. Just like what Qu Qiubai said in his “redundant words”; Although I know clearly that what is written here may not be in the hands of readers, nor may it have Publishing value, however, I ‘d better write it down. People often like to chat with the sky. Sometimes, no matter who the listener is, they will feel happy if they can talk a few words.

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