Preface

This is the second part of the four-part incest I plan, the first part of the sister and sister chapter of the mother and son chapter "Return to Paradise", and the third part of the brother and sister chapter "Where is the heart"

This will not be a work that will bring sensory stimulation to readers

If you want to seek this stimulation, you don't have to read it down.

There is basically no erotic content in the first half of this article

There will be a lot in the middle, but I don't think it will make readers feel stimulating

At the same time, this will not be a work with bizarre or magnificent plot

I just want to try to write some stories about fate and life

Ordinary people may have those people in the text around you

Because when the story summary of this novel first came to my mind, it was like this

Ten years ago, during the summer and autumn, our country was holding a world-famous event

The word "prosperity" is overwhelming, like the beginning of a history

Many big events happened shortly before and after that, and my life was also turned upside down. I became a husband and father and entered a new stage.

Ten years have passed, and many memories at that time have become blurred

But I always remember a scene: it was the next morning after a typhoon swept across the Nanyue city where I was, I took a car to pass an overpass. I accidentally saw a trash can under the bridge with two legs hanging down, human legs.

The part above the person's legs fell into the trash can. I never knew the person's age, gender, or appearance... My car suddenly passed by the overpass, I only knew that he or she was dead

It's not strange that a person dies

Ten years ago, I began to understand death.

Before that, my grandparents were mainly my grandmother and grandmother, who passed away in a short period of time

In addition to my own relatives, there are some deaths that have caused huge waves in my mind.

For example, at the beginning of that year, I learned about the process of a three-year-old girl starving to death in Chengdu.

Death can always make me sad or angry, feel moved or meditate

But the corpse under the overpass made me think about a strange question for the first time

Especially after I had a son, I always wondered uncontrollably: When that person was born, would the people around him also smile?

Yes, I have never thought about why he or she died, whether it is a system or human nature, whether it is accidental or inevitable, whether it is fate or society...

These questions only have one thing to think about: when he or she comes to this world, the people around him are smiling, right?

Like when I first picked up my son?

Some questions will never be answered

But from that time on, I had the urge to write something, and I had a brief summary of this story.

This impulse is very strong and has been maintained to this day, so I think it can be described as the word "sense of mission"

Since I first started writing "Return to Paradise", I have a strange sense of mission, which is probably different from most authors.

But at that time I was very shallow and had countless questions in my heart.

I repeatedly think about the issues of human nature and destiny, and also think about the future and way out of civilization.

To answer these questions, I began to seek help from religion

Now many people know that I am half a Christian, and I really started reading the Bible and going to church to listen to sermons shortly after that.

But I was never baptized because I was very disgusted with the church and the believers I came into contact with, just as I was disgusted with Buddhism

I said before that I studied art. At the end of the last century, when I was still in college, I had visited many Buddhist sites and studied art history.

After running from Mogao Grottoes to Mount Wutai, most of China came down, I felt that I would definitely not be able to believe in Buddhism anymore

I'm also wondering why religions change in China

Everything in Buddhism is linked to money. The more money you have, the greater the merits you have. I don’t think this is the meaning of the sage who realized the truth under the Bodhi tree.

Its doctrine is undoubtedly good, and Christianity is also good. There is one thing better for Christianity, which is that it does not take people with money.

I don’t have money to go to church and receive the Bible, but the believers I know always use intimidation, threats or moral kidnapping to promote doctrines, which makes it difficult for me to accept

I've read the Bible many times and I'm sure it's not what the Lord means

So I think I can only be half a Christian, read the Bible, read the confession and the city of God, understand the Lord's meaning, and never listen to those distorted explanations

Fortunately, I didn't watch it in vain

Almost ten years have passed, many of my questions have been explained

For example, at the beginning I didn't know why the Bible says that people are born with original sin but can be saved

You build Zion with human blood and Jerusalem with sin. Two loves have created two cities, the city of God created by God's love and the city of earthly love

What are the two completely opposite or even conflicting views about each other?

I later realized that religion is actually a reflection on the essence of human nature, and it is the same as Marxism

Marx said a similar view in his letter to Engels: The fact that humans come from the animal world determines that humans cannot be separated from animal nature, and also said that the difference between humans and animals is that humans are social.

When I first linked these two different expressions, I suddenly realized but felt very wonderful

My ultimate question has been answered and I can be optimistic about it

We need to thank the sages for their explanation of my questions about human nature and guide me in the direction of redemption.

However, religion can only give me firm beliefs, which may have given me the most basic and lowest ideological nature in my works, but it is of little help to the act of creation itself.

I have said before that I have not received any professional training and have never written more than a thousand words before "Return to Paradise".

My creation can only be nourished by my own thinking and understanding of the works of my predecessors.

Of course, my reading volume should be quite considerable, from Jin Guwenliang to Sanmao Qiongyao, from classical classics you can find in bookstores to Lu Xun, from Notre Dame Cathedral to Sidon's collection of animal stories, from the Count of Monte Cristo to the Hunter's Notes...

Generally speaking, I am interested in reading without understanding it. I have not read most of the works more than three times, and I don’t know how much I have learned. Among all the books I have read, Dream of the Red Chamber is the most special one.

I've read this big-name classic very early, probably in junior high school

At first, I naturally didn't understand it, but this book has a strange magic, that is, although I don't understand it, it looks interesting.

By the time I first understood it, it was about ten years ago. At that time, I read it about seventeen times.

And when I truly understand this great work, it was after I had some creative experience in the past two years.

The more you read and the more you understand, the more you admire the greatness of this work and the guiding significance of literary creation that you can find from it.

Although there is nothing to say about literature, among all literary works I have come into contact with, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign literature, Dream of Red Mansions is the best, both artistic and ideological.

As for writing skills, because I have not received professional training, I cannot make professional comments, but one thing is enough to make everyone who has written something promising: in the first eighty chapters of Cao Xueqin's creation, dozens of lifelike characters were portrayed in just 500,000 words, and from imperial concubines like Yuanchun to peasant women like Liu Laolao, and even the image of Lin Daiyu becoming a iconic part of our Chinese culture.

All characters are three-dimensional and not stereotyped, so complex that they are still unable to understand completely

In addition to the characters, there are countless classic scenes that are integrated into our culture: Daiyu burys flowers, burns manuscripts to stop being infatuated, and Liu Laolao enters the Grand View Garden...

In terms of ideological perspective, Dream of Red Mansions has also reached the height of the past and present

As a tragedy, it is incomparable to other works in terms of depth and breadth.

I once said that I agree with the view of a Western writer: Tragedy is the brilliance of the soul that a human individual blooms when facing an irresistible fate.

Dream of Red Mansions undoubtedly writes this to the extreme

This is a tragedy about facing fate. Dozens of completely different characters in the book each took dozens of completely different ways to face their own destiny, but the end result was the same way. They were all crushed by the wind sword of fate and withered pieces.

So Lu Xun said: The sad fog is everywhere in Hualin

There are countless readers who say: This is a book of disillusionment, and after reading it, I just feel depressed...

But Dream of Red Mansions not only describes disillusionment and withering, but more importantly, it praises those noble and beautiful souls and those brilliant brilliance of human nature that blooms under the crushing of fate.

The words of burying the flowers are not sorrowful and sorrowful. At the end of the sky, where is the fragrant hill? It is clearly a question of the sky, which is in line with Qu Zi's "Qing of Heaven"

For example, Xiangling, fate is particularly cruel to her. She was abducted when she was young, sold around when she was young, possessed by Xue Pan, beaten and tortured, and finally was humiliated and abused to death.

But Dream of Red Mansions not only describes these contents, but also describes the process of her tirelessly learning poetry.

It is this content that makes the tragedy great and becomes a famous work

After understanding Dream of Red Mansions, I truly realized my gaps and shortcomings

I did say after the first work that literature is for criticism and praise, and I tried to do it, but I did not realize until recently that through Dream of Red Mansions, that criticism and praise should be one, and criticism is praise, just like the two sides of human nature are inseparable

The crueler the fate, the more it can set off the glory of human nature, and the more beautiful and noble the soul can reflect the darkness and cruelty of reality and fate.

In my previous works, almost all of them were negligent because they did not have a deep understanding of this, and they were all unqualified works.

For example, "Return to Paradise", I tried my best to describe the glory of human nature without criticizing it at the same time, which led to the unreality of fairy tales.

In "Dust and Earth", I pay too much attention to describing cruel fate and dark reality, and ignore the glorious part of human nature. This is pointed out by many readers.

It was not until "Where is the Heart" that this was the first time I paid attention to these two points at the same time, but it was not deep enough.

These are my limitations and shortcomings. Fortunately, I finally realize these shortcomings now and consciously hope to change myself.

After I saw the corpse ten years ago, I had the basic idea of ​​"Snow Scenery in Prosperity", and the time was still before "Return to Paradise".

But I have never started writing this story because I know that I am not good at writing skills, literary philosophy, or ideological realm

But now I am different from when I wrote "Return to Paradise". I have millions of words of writing experience, sorted out many questions, and had a deeper understanding of literary creation itself

I think it's time to start trying this puzzle to end one phase and move to the next phase

Of course, it may fail

And this is still a phased work

If I could finish writing successfully for three years, it would just end my first decade of literary creation

I hope this work can depict several successful characters and several scenes that impress readers.

I hope to go hand in hand, and to be criticized and praised at the same time

I hope I can do it, I will do my best

Thank you to those who are willing to read this nonsense and this novel