For a true writer, what he writes can always be divided into two kinds, one is written for the public, and the other is written for himself.

There are a lot of things to consider when writing for the public, the most important point is, of course, to be attractive, and secondly, to consider social influence, after all, as long as there is attraction, there will be many people who will come to see your work, but your work is full of dark, vulgar, and negative energy content, which is the embodiment of irresponsibility.

Therefore, every time a writer writes a bestseller, it is not an easy thing to do, unless it is really just relying on his previous fame to write a work that is insincere and money-making.

And what he writes for the public is always reserved, after all, there are too many factors to consider, maybe sometimes what he writes, he is very reluctant, and he feels completely restricted from the freedom of creation, as if dancing on the tip of a knife.

Absolute freedom of creation, only belongs to the things written for oneself, to say that the good point is to express the nostalgia in writing, to say the ugly point is to "self-praise".

Most of the diaries, essays, and essays are actually self-congratulatory, but something that touched the author's sentimental heart prompted him to pick up his pen and express this touch.

However, there are indeed too few readers who like to read prose, Lu Yao wrote in "Ordinary World" that "people would rather care about the eating, drinking, lazing and trivial matters of a crappy movie actor than understand the turbulent inner world of an ordinary person...... prose genre is like "ordinary people", while novels are "movie actors".

The reason is actually very simple, fictional stories like novels are often wonderful and interesting, which can allow readers to appreciate the fun of transcending their own lives and wander around in fantasy stories; Prose, on the other hand, often seems relatively bland, and it may be written about ordinary life and scenery, which contains things that readers can taste and think.

Excellent essayists are often able to write a very ordinary scene, such as sunrise and sunset, clouds and clouds, etc., with a unique sense of beauty, or a very ordinary thing, such as a father helping his son to buy oranges, leaving behind a particularly touching description, and even when the Internet era comes, it can become a widely circulated meme, which is the charm of classic prose.

It can even be said that most of the essays that can make readers feel the beauty of words and the beauty of language are classic prose that is not too long, which can reflect the author's writing to the extreme.

The prose that Wang Defu wants to write is exactly what touched him by the first snow since this crossing, and the name of the prose he wants to write is called "Listening to the Snow Night".

This night, he was lying on his desk, and the vinyl record player in the room was playing the classical music of the world's Chinese people, the elegant music full of texture, as if with the snowflakes falling outside the house, pouring out the ultimate sound from nature.

The snowflakes fall silently, but in the eyes of a writer like Wang Defu, every piece of snow seems to fall on his heart, and the sound it makes is cleansed in the depths of his soul.

He recalled the scene of snowflakes flying in the dark night on the way home just now, and he used his most delicate and elegant writing to sketch such a picture of the first snowfall, if this prose will be selected into the Chinese textbook in a hundred years, then this description of the scenery will definitely require students to memorize.

According to the lesson plan, the Chinese teachers will tell the students that the author uses the transformation of time to reflect the changes in the scenery in the same environment through his own meticulous observation and unique perspective, and realistically depicts the natural scene when the first snow comes.

The first paragraph is written about the snow falling, the author first explained the time and space, the time is the coming of the night, the space is the long street, the long street is sparsely populated, and then choose a snowflake, begin to describe its state, how it "dances", the author began to use the figurative rhetoric bala bala bala bala, and finally came to the conclusion that such a description allows the reader to directly feel the scenery when it snows, how beautiful and intoxicating!

In fact, how beautiful the snow is, don't readers know? The beauty is not the snow, but Wang Defu's words, he is enjoying himself, and the writing talent he has acquired after having a new body is vividly displayed in this "Listening to the Snow Night", when the beauty of the words has reached its peak, it is already close to the Tao.

In the second paragraph, he began to write about the sound of falling snow, which was clearly written as a sound, but it was a sound called "silence", and he also wrote about this "silence" from multiple angles and rhetorical devices, including using dynamic descriptions to set off static scenes, and writing stillness with movement, the more stillness became.

This will certainly make later generations of interpreters boast, thinking that he wrote this kind of "silent" sound, quite charming, because it is obviously quiet, but he wrote the sound, maybe it is the commonality of excellent essayists, can always look very simple things, write very high, some readers may want to question whether this is a trick, is it not unreasonable, but the great writer is an ordinary person can question, such a Chinese text, memorize it!

Only Wang Defu himself knows that when he wrote this prose, the whole person was in an ethereal state, just the feeling of handing over the pen to himself, writing the emotions he wanted to express, such emotions were revealed in the third paragraph, because this paragraph has begun to write his own heart from things and people, he sat silently at the moment, looking at the shadow and self-pity, only to find that the world is so big, but no one will be able to really enter his heart and understand his aspirations.

He writes about his extremely lonely inner world, but also expresses a quiet and far-reaching detachment mentality, but in the eyes of the reader, he must have written this paragraph very stream-of-consciousness, and his thoughts seem to have turned into the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground, unless someone understands his life in detail and knows the secrets he has traversed, otherwise he will not be able to understand his innermost thoughts from this paragraph.

The final paragraph is finally writing again, not as obscure as before, but it still shows the incomparable literary brilliance, the original sound of falling snow, that is the natural sound of his heart, readers can feel his surging emptiness from here, the beauty of the clear and dull loneliness.

When they can't be expressed in words, they can only be figured out and experienced with their hearts.

When he finished writing this "Listening to the Snow Night", the sky was actually white, and his sisters were already asleep in bed, making a slight breathing sound, which may also be a kind of sound of snow falling.