? I was once fascinated by the gorgeous writing, the ups and downs of the plot, and the soul-stirring emotions.
Fighting must be heroic, the scenery must be vast, the current situation must be dangerous, and people's hearts must collide with great evil and great good. Tender heart, love to torture and gouge out heart It seems that if it is not like this, it is not enough to support a story, not enough to touch people's hearts, not enough to make people applaud.
Such a story is really beautiful, just like the oil paintings with heavy colors and thick ink, the dishes with thick oil and red sauce (I don¡¯t mean to belittle the local dishes here, I also love the local dishes), gorgeous costumes and music. The impact of vision, the stimulation of taste buds and even the shock of all senses are very direct and refreshing.
I don't know when it started, but there have been some changes.
Perhaps it started with learning to paint. The first thing I came into contact with was oil painting, with large color blocks and heavy pigments, smeared and piled up. It's okay to get it wrong, the paint can be covered over and over again. Even if a Mickey Mouse is drawn on the drawing board, it can be changed into a blooming peony after layer upon layer (yes, I did do this)
Especially when you don't even need to use a pen, waving a scrub brush and spatula is such a cool word.
But soon I found that colored pencils seem to be more interesting. Exquisite lines full of details, dense but also deep colors, more shocking effect. Like a photocopier, it can accurately depict a human face on a piece of white paper, making it appear lifelike.
I have also tried watercolor, and the fusion of water and pigment is also amazing and eye-catching.
But all of these seemed to be missing something, until I was faced with only a piece of rice paper, a brush, and one color: ink. To draw a lotus, it needs to be graceful and graceful, and it needs to have a graceful posture. But to be freehand, you can only use a few strokes. What I thought was impossible, the teacher realized in a few seconds.
No, I didn't digress, I was still talking about what a good story is.
There is no accumulation and repeated foreshadowing, no careful construction and step-by-step planning, no big ups and downs, big right and wrong. It's just a dinner with my friends, a greeting with my neighbors in the hallway, an ordinary meeting with disputes in the office
?Everything seems to be an understatement at your fingertips, but the words are eloquent, seemingly plain but actually go straight to the heart. The reason why it goes straight to people's hearts is because what is written in the story is our most everyday and simple people's hearts.
There are very few books like this on the starting point, but by coincidence, I came across one. "Little Tiger's Virtual Life", with such a title, and the straightforward chapter titles after opening, I would have closed it directly in a few seconds before. Fortunately, I didn't, but followed this story that seemed to be around us, smiling knowingly all the way (occasionally laughing out like a pig), and watching it all the way.
The author has always said that his Chinese is not good, but in fact, the emotions expressed with the simplest and most down-to-earth words and sentences are often the most ironic and memorable, and actually the most sophisticated.
According to what the chef said, the most difficult and challenging thing to make is actually just a dish of fried rice with eggs. (There is no intention to disparage egg fried rice here, my favorite)
? After reading a lot of stories, I also tried to write some myself, and I deeply think that it is more difficult to write in real words than in ancient and fantasy. Because of its authenticity, its palpability, and the empathy it can arouse. But the author and protagonist is clearly doing a good job, very good.
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