Time doesn't stop there. And I would like to stay there forever.
I passed that road and it was raining heavily. Splashes of water from cars driving past landed on clothes.
The wild flowers on the roadside cannot withstand the wind and rain, showing signs of fading.
The finger joints of the right hand are still in severe pain. I can no longer hold a pencil for writing. Her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders. Rain, sticky smell of filth.
The trouser legs were soaked in potholes and stagnant water.
That pair of transparent yellow shoes. Filled with water, it is as heavy as the darkness of a still night, penetrating into every hole.
There are very few pedestrians on the street.
The uncle who sells vegetables guards the last stall with an umbrella.
I passed by him indifferently. Maybe should stop and buy some vegetables. I want to eat bread, but I'm not interested in cooking.
I always have some messy dreams. The people and things in the dream will be completely forgotten after waking up. I remembered where should I put the new book I ordered online? The entire bookcase has been filled with books, my favorite books, it should have a place. I'm going to find time to make room for them.
It has been raining for several days. The occasional cast of sunlight is just a flash of light. The clusters of light became extremely white after being baptized by rain. Printed on the ground, translucent with the joy of rebirth after disaster.
My pride, self-esteem, arrogance shattered to pieces.
In one late night, I got out of bed barefoot. Turn on the brightest light in the living room, recline on the sofa, and reread a certain novel. Or a work written by myself.
The eyes hurt badly.
Works that were once proud of themselves now seem to be nothing more than rubbish. The characters are not portrayed enough. Character is not clear enough. This is my weakness. Always place each character on top of each other.
In this situation. I decided to modify [Blue Forest]. Maybe rewrite.
My intention in doing this is nothing more than self-comfort.
I always want to find the most perfect solution when I write things down hard.
I like the Huangjialan Forest Festival. They hide deep in my soul. I created life for them. The significance of their existence should be far-reaching. It shouldn't be fleeting.
Since I was 19 years old, I have insisted on one thing. Participate in a national composition competition every year. But unfortunately, none of them were successful. The more books I read, the more I realize my ignorance.
This year's national competition has kicked off. This time I didn't sign up. I devoted myself wholeheartedly to the conception of [Blue Forest], making the plot more perfect and the characters more prominent. During this period, I will read a lot of professional books to make up for the lack of knowledge. It will also be deeply integrated into life to write more practical things. What I want to express is what I want to express, without losing my innocence to literature by pleasing anyone.
When I stand on the tail of 30 years old, I seriously examine my heart. In this utilitarian society, everyone is thinking about getting rich and getting promoted. And I would like to watch the pure land in my heart and write works that satisfy me.
Be famous as early as possible.
I don't know how many winds and rains I have experienced to reach the ideal shore. 40, 50, maybe older.
People who understand me don't need me to talk, they will understand me naturally. People who don't understand me, say more is nonsense.
I am a person who walks on the edge of words, with the stubbornness and stubbornness of an intellectual. Emotional rationality, restraint.
Re-read Dream of the Red Chamber.
Ordered the complete works of Shen Congwen and the complete works of Zhang Ailing.
I need to read a lot, a lot of books. In today's materialistic world, I will not become bloated. But more cautious than before.
When I decided to rewrite [Blue Forest], how many bold ideas flashed in my mind. I will delete Lei Xiaoyan's role. She shouldn't be in that book, I wrote about her, she's a sad character, and now I'm abandoning her.
I have my own writing style and creative ideas. But my language style is easily influenced by prose, and I like to pile up gorgeous words. This is the part I have to modify. Prose is prose, and fiction is fiction. The affectation of prose cannot be read in the novel.
Creation ideas are easily influenced by the outside world.
The originally planned plot may have been suspended for a few days because of something. It is another flavor to write later.
Adversity will motivate me to grow faster.
When I hear bad rumors about myself, when others say I can't do it, I have a stronger arrogance to face the difficulties. So the environment you are in is not important, even if it is muddy like a pool of stagnant water, you can still find a solution that can break the rules.
The plan for July is as follows.
After reading Dream of Red Mansions.
The Complete Works of Zhang Ailing.
The Complete Works of Shen Congwen.
Outlaws of the Marsh
Three Kingdoms
Journey to the West
Conception [Blue Forest]
Write the outline of [Blue Forest]
In August, I officially started writing [Blue Forest] (remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com