This is a summary, and I personally think it's the main text.

He should also be regarded as a text, whether it is an online article or a traditional literature.

I can't get around the word "text" all the time.

But I can assure you that this should be the only summary.

(1) Sarcasm

First of all, I think literature is pure.

With deep thought and vigilance.

Some people say that literature should tell a good story, but in reality? Thoughts sometimes speak louder than stories.

After all, this is the age of fragmentation.

Everyone writes stories, makes up stories.

A sentence is a story, or even a punctuation mark or a pattern can be a story.

On the contrary, the story is long-winded, but people have no patience to watch it, which is a very unpleasant thing for me.

Because, when the fragments are put together into an era, will the people in this era one day also follow these fragments and become fragmented?

I don't know the answer, and I don't want to explore the answer, I just want to do my best to write some unflattering thoughts, like glue, and if I can spell a story, a story is a story.

Let's talk about irony, I read the book review, and one of the old men saw that the book was satirical from the first chapter.

Indeed, there are many satirical things in the first chapter, such as houses, such as characters, and even flowers.

Why do you say tweed, at the beginning of the third chapter, it is said that the carnation is for the mother.

Of course, this is not wrong, but I think it is not rigorous.

Because, our country has its own mother flower thousands of years ago, which is daylily.

In ancient times, wanderers would go to the north hall where their mother lived to plant daylilies for their mothers to enjoy before they traveled far away, as a sign of filial piety. They hope that the bright daylily flowers will give their mother spiritual comfort and forget the sorrow of thinking about their son.

So, maybe the owner of the flower shop didn't deliberately hide it?

Of course, this may also be his or me, or Yang Zheng's wishful thinking.

(2) Realistic themes

To be honest, if you want to write a realistic or even more realistic city, it is nothing more than around two words.

A word for "money".

A word for "love".

As long as it revolves around these two words, the novel, no matter how poorly written, the writer will have a good income of his own.

But I deliberately skipped the word money and wrote about love.

It's not that I can't write, it's that I don't want to write.

Money is a very important thing, but money is the equivalent of a shackle for writers. How many people give up writing about the giant in their minds for money, and the pen is full of joy and happiness that most people like.

They don't even dare to write about sorrow and separation, replacing the recognized idiom of "joys and sorrows" that has been circulating for nearly a thousand years with joy and happiness.

Some of them gradually became numb because of joy and joy.

Some of them are so happy that they don't dare to call themselves writers.

Although they have also written millions of words that people like, they feel that they are not worthy of being "biography" because of the word "net".

This is a bit sad, but the trend of online literature is like this, joy and harmony are the main body, separation is the flavoring, the low scale of sadness is used as a tear point, and a higher point will become a "poison" point.

Writing this, I admire the authors and editors of the realistic partition.

When the editor sees an article with an eye, he or she knows that it is very likely that he or she will not make money by signing a contract, but he or she will still give them a hope.

I also admire the writers of the Reality Zone, because how many of them write novels for money?

How many people who have written millions of words live at lv1? I can't even earn 10,000 yuan.

They are actually reality, living realistically, writing realistic articles, living realistic life, and using real life to realize their dreams.

The word dream here is no longer as impure as many people who have dreams on their lips, in fact, dreams are "money" and the word "love".

It seems that everyone's dream now is "money" and "love".

So where is the love and longing and touching of the past?

(3) Poetry

Poetry is beautiful and should be admired. But nowadays, poetry has become a form of sadness.

In other countries, there are haiku, which makes many children in China yearn for it.

Neighboring countries, there are micro-novels, which have become the admiration of many young people who want to engage in the profession of literati.

It seems that only poetry in our country can be admired by today's young people.

But now, poets who write both ancient and modern poetry seem to have entered a strange circle, and most of them are not doing well.

I got to know someone who had been writing poetry for 20 years, and finally put down the pen and wrote new media advertorials that had made him think he was personally disgusting.

He said this at our meeting.

He said that he had written poems for twenty years, and that all the poems together were not as praiseworthy as a sentence of late-night wine as a morning porridge.

I think so, because my poems are better than his.

However, you can't say that he is a person who has written poems for 20 years, and he can't be regarded as a poet, right?

Besides, modern poetry abandons the rhyme implication, and is more artistic conception and realism.

Artistic conception, if you think it's good, if you think it's bad, then in this life, the so-called artistic conception is worthless garbage.

Just like the short sentence "facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming", everyone remembers Haizi.

However, if I want to say another poem, there are definitely many people who will dislike this poem. Look at it or not.

That year

New wheat in Lanzhou

Cooked

On the way home

My father, who had been on the water for more than 30 years, returned home

Sitting on a sheepskin raft

It's time to come home

Someone was carrying grain on his back

Push the door open at night

In front of the lamp

Recognize that it is the third uncle

Dude

Silent all night

Half a foot thick loess

The wheat is ripe

This poem was also written by Haizi, and if it were not for Haizi's name, many people would think it would be mediocre. In fact, this modern poem is not mediocre, at least, "Half a foot thick of loess, the wheat is ripe." I like this sentence very much, because I would not have thought that half a foot of loess could feed wheat.

I even think that wheat, an ordinary crop, may mean a father or a man? If it really means a father or a man, then each of us also depends on this half-foot thick loess to live.

I'm not Haizi, I don't know if his poem at that time used wheat to describe his father and man, but it didn't prevent this poem from being extraordinary in my eyes.

Combined with the theme of reality, do you say that modern poetry is not like replacing the joys and sorrows of online texts, living in a way that should be unflattering to literature?

However, I am not qualified to say that.

As I said, the end of literature is either destruction or rebirth.

I'm not qualified to go to the end of literature right now.

(4) Chess and Volume IV.

I can play chess, and my chess strength is not low, but I like to write chess with imagination.

For example, when you first see a chess nerd, it is nothing more than a king seeing a king.

The whole game of chess corresponds from the beginning, Qin Shi Huang traveled to Huiji and crossed Zhejiang. Liang has a view of nationality. He said: "He can take his place!" ”

Similarly, when the cannon of the chess nerd came, Yang Zheng's expression in a trance also corresponded, Gaozu Chang Xianyang, looking at Emperor Qin, sighed and said: "Huh, the husband should be like this!" ”

In the rear, isn't it the transformation of Gaozu? Courageous and almost scoundrel resistance?

Naturally, the second game of chess, without exception, corresponds to April 205 BC, when Xiang Yu unexpectedly defeated Liu Bang's 560,000 troops in the battle of Pengcheng with 30,000 lions.

Unexpectedly, these six words are the soul of chess, and even the soul of the entire chess game, as well as literature and life.

If you borrow the mouth of others to praise the superb chess skills of chess players, it seems cool, but in fact, it is better to write with some imagination, so that those who have never been in contact with chess are full of yearning and interest?

After all, yearning, curiosity and interest are the best carriers to attract readers and inherit a certain culture.

I want to pass on chess, so I have to make it understandable to everyone.

Even people who don't understand the rules have to understand it.

In the fourth volume, it seems that it can be described as "water", because the main character does not appear a few times, but this is also a new way of writing.

A new way of writing hiding.

You say the main character doesn't appear, but he does appear in every chapter.

Chapter 1 Under the Streetlights.

Chapter 2 Chess and the Orange Cat, Newspaper and Flowers.

Chapter 3: Uncle and Scarf in Xixi's Eyes.

The fourth chapter is still flowers, corresponding to whether Yang Zheng bought flowers that day.

Chapter 5, one, don't the words Yang Zheng and scarf have a horizontal?

Chapter 6: Isn't Yang Zheng the butterfly in the eyes of ants?

Chapter 7: Isn't his conversation with the chess nerd corresponding to the conversation about Christmas and the Christmas tree?

Chapter 8 The Pine Tree, that is, the dialogue in which everything is a chess piece. Naturally, Yang Zheng can't escape this reincarnation, but what should he do? This is again the subject of the next volume.

Finally, let me say a word of hard work to you, readers. Thank you to the readers who read the unflattering text, to the friends who vote every day, and to the editors and the authors who write books and pursue their dreams even though they know they can't earn money.

Thank you for giving me strength.

(End of Volume IV)