In 2001, the "Flower Clothes" jointly composed by Rao Xueman, Wu Meizhen, and Yu Yujun injected fresh spices into young people's books, and the three fashionable female writers also quickly became famous.

As a literary young man who drifted north, why did he continue to write for several years without giving up halfway when literature could not bring profits?

First of all, ideals, dreams in their hearts, in order to endure loneliness, as well as perseverance, but also to reach the state of concentration without distractions, they are suitable for semi-professional writing, to work as an editor in a magazine or newspaper, or to become a contracted writer of the Faculty of Letters, which should be more than enough. Unfortunately, the reason is just like the lack of opportunities, they still lack a hard background, lack iron connections, and are turned away. To borrow an old terrier, most of us have no background, only back, no identity, only ID card. In this society, behind the existence and non-existence, the treatment suffered, and the encounters obtained, are worlds apart, as long as the money is spent in place, or someone above them greets them, there is no level that cannot be passed. The hidden dragon and crouching tiger in the world, many real masters and capable people, have been unknown all their lives, and those vulgar currents who show their heads and show their faces are mostly in vain, not real skills.

The second is that people go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. They come from the countryside, or a small county, they can return to the small city in a mess of life, they need a big future, and they must stay in the big city to work hard. The most beautiful ideals should also be built on the material basis of reality, they either enter the factory as workers, or enter the company as white-collar workers, or open a restaurant as the boss, or a few people raise funds to open a printing company, to solve the problem of food and clothing, the richer they are, the safer.

Even so, they still did not abandon their dreams and principles, classified themselves as academics, held an elitist theory, and laughed at themselves as spiritual aristocrats, still believing in the "May Fourth" inheritance theory of literature as anthropology, taking it as their own responsibility to deeply analyze the sacred vocation of human nature and the deep social significance of literature, and to pursue the diligent exploration of art forms and writing skills, and to continue to pursue dignity and nobility, and to continue to pursue the historical thickness and value depth of culture. Their creative purpose, first of all, is out of hobby, but also with a certain utilitarian nature, although the works were first published on the Internet, but the online platform is used as a springboard to enter the traditional media. At that time, many editors dived on the Internet and would send private messages when they saw a good article, wanting to buy the copyright. To put it bluntly, you don't make money from online writing, but you can still earn a little living expenses when you get to physical books and magazines. The novels they published on the Internet were rarely picked up by professional literary magazines, and even published as single books.

Writing novels on the Internet has no financial income, only energy and time, but they still enjoy it. There are two main reasons, one is that the interaction is too strong, not long after the story was posted, someone read it, grabbed the sofa, guessed the ending, sighed that you wrote well, criticized you for writing poorly, and was very surprised that you could also meet relatives, mentors, and old acquaintances. I wrote a lot, watched a lot, said a lot about the east and west, fans became friends, and there were people from all walks of life. Many people will come out of the Internet and come to your life, such as readers many years ago, Yuan Qiuhua gathered with fans at home, cooked for everyone, or went to a restaurant outside, everyone had a good drink, and even played mahjong, or went to sing. When she went to other places to play, she also had many friends to lead the way, so that she was no longer an ordinary tourist and could truly experience the local life. Moreover, the reader's opinion will often inspire the author, you guess the story is like this, then I won't write like this tomorrow, I want to come to an unexpected, endless ideas, and fun. And so on, it's like playing a game with the reader, or rather, the reader is also consciously or unconsciously involved in the creation. Another pleasure is that readers are constantly urging updates. It's the motivation to keep writing because you know someone who cares about the fate of your characters with you. Yuan Qiuhua remembers that at that time, he had to go to work during the day, and after dinner at night, he would sit in front of the computer and read the replies for a while, and he would start writing at about nine o'clock, and write until two o'clock in one go. Every day or 3,000 words or 5,000 words, perseverance, as if addicted.

Yuan Qiuhua and his literary friends and netizens in Beijing often meet offline, form a solidarity club to hold literary salons regularly, or participate in various literary activities of newspapers and periodicals, or go to nearby universities to give lectures to learn new knowledge, or participate in hometown meetings, alumni parties, or participate in business and academic elite sharing meetings organized by colleges and universities, or participate in literary celebrity exchange meetings initiated by clubs, and spend a good time.

In 02, a group of literary young people went to the Institute of Literature of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences to listen to a lecture on "Spiritual Comparison and Aesthetic Appreciation of Eastern and Western Literature". At the end of the lecture, everyone had a heated discussion, and then the teachers went home, we didn't eat, hungry, still standing in the corridor, exchanging ideas, reluctant to disperse, and left. When we came out, it was already seven o'clock in the evening, we walked from Jianguomen Bridge to Fuxingmen Bridge, the sky was still snowing, the sky was full of yellow sand, severe cold cliffs, and biting cold wind, but our hearts were warm and dry, and we couldn't feel cold. Especially the peers who just met, walking and chatting on the road, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, killing dogs and catching thieves, reading and herding cattle, the more they chat, the more speculative, talking heart-to-heart, sympathizing with each other, I appreciate your elegant temperament in the thick bookish atmosphere, you admire my gentle and gentle intellectual demeanor, and have a lifelong friend of the dead friend! The spring and white snow are destined to be the spiritual paradise of a few people, the kind of soul that summons resonance and empathizes with each other, that kind of needless to say anything, you and I both understand the heart and mind, and still think back to it, I feel very pure and beautiful, so wonderful! The lonely soul, walking on the lonely road, that understanding, brightens the face, amazes the soul, illuminates life, and even ignites life.

A tricycle carrying a diesel bucket turned into an oven with a ring of roasted sweet potatoes on the bucket. The merchant next to the tricycle was busy wearing a dirty military coat and gloves, and several young men and girls in fashionable clothes were tearing sweet potato skins and eating while sighing. When they are not busy, the vendors lean on the tricycle with their hands in their hands, shouting a few "roasted sweet potatoes" in the early years, and then just silently watching the crowd of people, waiting for the business to take the initiative.

Roasted sweet potato, no, it used to be called roasted sweet potato more often. Everyone gathered around, craned their necks, stood by the oven, bought a hot roasted sweet potato, lined it with old paper, kept turning their hands, and then tore open the sweet potato skin, bowed their heads and started eating—the heat was blowing in their faces, and a layer of fog on their glasses, they couldn't see anything, they didn't care, they just followed their feelings, gnawed with their mouths, and kept laughing, "My mother, it's so hot!" But he still didn't care about eating, like a cat, rubbing the tip of his nose, the corners of his mouth, his cheeks, and his chin.

The vendor couldn't help but remind: the roasted sweet potatoes must be put aside a little to let the water vapor disperse, so that the skin will look wilted and taste sweeter.

But in the cold night, who is so particular? Only as if in a panic, nibbling on the roasted, almost hot sweet potatoes.

After eating, he talked about all kinds of troubles while walking, and persuaded with a wry smile after listening.

Entering a large company and a famous foreign company is just a little bitter in the first two years. After that, as long as you fight for yourself and climb to the position of a small leader, more than 2,000 a month will not be a problem, and then you will stay up for another three or five years, and there will be 35,000 per month to the manager, director and the like. A diploma is just a stepping stone. There is a knock on the door, and the rest is up to you. ”

The days of judging heroes by academic qualifications have long passed. Engaged in writing together, no one will ask. Everyone has been writing for several years, and everyone knows that academic qualifications really don't mean anything, how many good articles you have written, which good brands you have worked with, and which media interviews you have been interviewed for, these are the things that can endorse and endorse you.

Poor children, so hard, pitiful, helpless, want someone to help, how much to climb a little relationship, recognize the teacher, practice the rites of disciples, to put it bluntly, it is to be praised by someone and someone to take care of it. It doesn't matter who you are, Guan Jian depends on who you follow, whose protégé, celebrity, master, magnates, and vast connections, like a door god to ward off evil spirits, not only help you suppress demons from all sides, but also lead you all the way up. Although sometimes you are very angry, but behind the swallowing of anger, you are covered by a very powerful person! In the future, no one will dare to bully you at will, because bullying you is equivalent to provoking a big lion, and they know that they will not be able to eat and walk around!

Sometimes it goes up, sometimes it falls. This is the darkness before dawn, and the light is ahead! This is all the more necessary to prove our strength with hard work, and victory is ahead! Only by persevering to the end can we be able to bloom in spring!

Everyone's eyes flashed with firmness and ruthlessness, like to look up and chest forward, look into the distance, look at the mountains, look at the stars, dream beautifully, look forward to the future, and start planning.

Behind the boom of online literature is the rapid growth of young writers born in the 70s, young writers born in the 80s, and juvenile literature lovers born in the 90s. Later, the writers of several major societies frequently broke out plagiarism and plagiarism incidents, and the banyan tree did not bring any income to these writers. The signing rate of online articles is extremely low, resulting in the living environment of writers, which is extremely bad, and the situation of writers signing contracts to obtain income is like an ancient pyramid, where only a few people are at the top, and the number of people who can get public recognition and publish their works is one in a million. At the bottom of the pyramid, the number of words uploaded is disproportionate to the income, and even the authors who write a dozen books have nothing in return and have not been able to sign a contract. Therefore, most of the outstanding authors in the club have gone to Qingyun Academy. In the past three years, I have gradually witnessed the decline under the banyan tree, and many friends have withdrawn one after another, and now many people have no news.

At the beginning, under the banyan tree, it was more like a "private magazine" where some "literary youth" gathered, publishing many short and medium-length stories in a manner similar to literary periodicals, and holding a "novella competition". That is to say, in addition to more than a dozen celebrity code words under the banyan tree, the most important thing is the authors and writers of some literary societies. The fame under the banyan tree is because of the influence brought by its group of post-70s writers, but in 04, these old horses either switched to paper media or engaged in film and television dramas, leaving the website with a group of post-80s literary youth. In 05, the departure of authors and writers, the collapse of the literary community, and the decline of original literature under the banyan tree.

Yuan Qiuhua looks back at the past five years, which is equivalent to the explosive period of her writing, and she has published about one million words of works. Every trend is a big wave of sand, and works that are not good enough will naturally have less attention, low click-through rate, no reprints, few hardcore fans, and no market, so they will naturally hit the street.

With the closure of the website, Yuan Qiuhua thought that most of the articles written under the banyan tree had been lost, but one day five years later, Wenyou announced that it had been pirated on an anonymous literary website. Yuan Qiuhua asked for the website, clicked in, and really found it, it was a series of short stories about Xiangchu Strange Stories.

This series is based on the ancient and modern anecdotes of folk circulation, the story of the murderous house and haunted house, written about strange people, witches and mages, gods and immortals, fox spirits, rat monsters, water ghosts, mountain demons, snake demons. In terms of expression, it not only draws on each chapter of the Liaozhai style as an independent article, but also lays down the chapters of the notebook style, and finally presents the strange things in the Hunan style and customs, and the taboos and respects in the deep water and dense forests. In terms of narrative, it uses suspense, thriller brushwork, and one mystery after another, urging you to read, in order to solve the mystery and relieve the panic, you will see the end from the beginning.

Her positioning of it is the so-called "toilet reading". Talking about the strange story, the author is like a wild history storyteller, but it is by no means nonsense, and it is inseparable from wonderful imagination, detailed details, profound cultural heritage, long-term accumulation of knowledge, and the ability to mix miscellaneous and fictional worldviews, but it can only be said that it is like Zhao Benshan's rural eight-point file, which is very down-to-earth.

Probably for an author, the most important thing outside the body is the completed work, and the unfinished "manuscript", once damaged and lost, it is a light description to say that he is distressed and vomits blood, I am afraid that the mind of jumping off the building and lying on the rails will linger, and it is even possible to kill people in anger. After getting in touch, Yuan Qiuhua didn't mean to ask for guilt, and said that it was a fluke, but thanked her. The founder of Wenwang, the stray cat, is Yuan Qiuhua's fan under the banyan tree, chasing her serialized novels, and writing forums to praise her after reading them. The stray cat returned to his hometown from Beijing, and now he has founded a public welfare literature network, where the author has no manuscript fee for publishing articles, and readers do not charge money for reading, but only earn traffic.

Yuan Qiuhua took the article that made headlines under the banyan tree back then, and forwarded it to the current literary network, not to mention the headlines, not even the homepage, and not even the special topic. Just as the mainstream critics of the Lu Academy, traditional writers, are worried in their remarks. The 500,000 words in the online text is just the start, 800,000 words is the entry, and two or three million words are the "start" of the "super long" type of novels, which have formed a set of creative "clear rules" and "unspoken skills" of the new production mechanism of online literature, The click-through rate, the number of collections, and the number of "rewards" of a work are not only directly linked to the author's income and reputation, but also become an important yardstick for evaluating the work. What does the author's ability to tell stories, the ability to fight imagination, and the rise of the Internet god rely on? Luck, capital, connections, and personal literary accomplishment. The development direction of online literature is becoming more and more curious, more and more bloody, more and more violent, and more and more pornographic.