Cross the bridge, go all the way east, come to the second place, arrive at the playground, the first football team on the left, the first amateur on the right, stretch a little and start running. On the third lap, Haifeng said to me, "I'll teach you a fun game. Grab a person casually while running and describe him or her in the shortest and most powerful words, such as hair, color, type, length, clothes, pants, shoes and other eye-catching places. " In short, if you run past him, you will finish a narrative. "
In fact, this is my ambition: to learn how to write by practicing observation.
Since the first day of junior high school, I have been sleeping in the classroom of the toilet canteen, and I will write poems whenever I have the opportunity. I still remember one day in the second day of junior high school, during lunch break, I ran out of the dormitory and took a nap in the public toilet of the school. At that time, the toilet was built on two flush lines about 30 meters long, separated by several concrete walls, forming several cubic spaces. Walking in the toilet, you can see half the ass of the people in the pit, which is very embarrassing. At that time, I devoted myself wholeheartedly, while holding an exercise book and writing poems on it. My first literature teacher, Chinese teacher, looked me in the eye in surprise and walked for five seconds.
"Hello, Teacher Feng."
"Very good."
Have nothing to say to each other.
Off topic. Actually, I want to say that I have been practicing writing since then. Nearly eleven years. However, up to now, the bottleneck of not breaking through for half a year is dragging yourself and not writing any novels. At best, throw it away after you start, which is not satisfactory.
Will comfort myself and say:
Bottleneck is just a passport to improve yourself. The more you cross, the more you are born again. From now on, your pen will be windy and won't feel blocked.
Probably only you know, it's all nonsense. If you can't write, you can't write. I don't expect anyone to break into the seventh floor of Marquez with a big bag of books like álvaro Mutis, pull out Pedro Barrymore of juan rulfo and say to him, "Read this thing, damn it, learn." That was when Marquez was in a writing dilemma. This book saved him, so he wrote One Hundred Years of Solitude.
In this world, few gods like álvaro Mutis can help Marquez break the bottleneck. Ordinary writers without talent can only squeeze, boil, boil and watch the blank page in the document be occupied by a line of words and then become blank. This cycle is too painful for outsiders to see.
Now, I live on the balcony and in the bedroom. In the past year, I have hardly met strangers, and all my new friends have never met. It's just fate on the internet. When you live alone, you naturally lose the material of the story and the observation of life. Of course, advocating a minimalist lifestyle is one reason. I don't want to expand my life to the point where I am influenced or even decided by others. I want the axis of life to radiate only to ten people, and the social circle is clean, reducing a lot of useless work and waste of words. I always feel that with so many good books, so much work and so many stories to write, I really don't have time to push myself to frequent social activities, and of course it is impossible to watch a variety show in front of the TV. (Anyone who is familiar with my working style probably knows that it is normal for me to watch videos on IPAD, write on computer and receive messages on WeChat. )
I prefer to be withdrawn, as long as my heart is quiet, my lifestyle is healthy, my best friend is still there, and my work will not be involved.
However, after realizing his ideal lifestyle, a problem came out. I was so extreme that I lost the opportunity to observe and listen, so I got involved in writing.
The management of writing and skills is necessary, and the acquisition of materials and agile observation are indispensable. No one who aspires to be a writer can allow himself to lose the materials around him and the opportunity to observe life.
My monotonous life is tantamount to digging my own grave. Play your own games while running, describe passers-by, and guess their personalities: long ponytail, yellow, chubby, with a body length of about 155, tight-fitting sweat-absorbing fitness clothes, black with leucorrhea in the middle, waist fat trembling, legs unable to get together, feet thrown outward when running, red face, empty eyes and pale face. It seems that this
Strong, red sports half-sleeved shorts, calf muscle shaping, sweating on the back of the neck, habitual exercise, running and breathing evenly, professional enough. Small eyes, thick eyebrows, Sichuan-style lines on his forehead, love to think, have many emotions, and are entangled in things, but sometimes he will be impulsive and treat others with justice, but he will also be stupid and do things that violate human logic. They can make friends, but they can't make friends.
Long hair, slightly curly hair tips, bangs covering the forehead, traces of eyebrow trimming, wearing a mask, and neat steps. When walking, the legs and hips form a complete system and move forward in a straight line. I have great confidence in myself. Sometimes in order to maintain this confidence, I will not hesitate to use harsh words to describe the people around me, so as to show my advantages. No sympathy for things, the biggest feature is a strong concern for themselves, full of interest in themselves. The friends around her exist only because she thinks it is necessary. Once she changes to a new environment, her old friends will be lost. Too arrogant to get along with.
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This is an interesting literary observation game. Although I may have guessed his or her personality wrong, in this process, my material library and character library will be expanded from 2G to 2T. If necessary, I can extract the elements of characters from this material library for creation.
Of course, this game often encounters obstacles. For example, I really don't know what material, name and brand clothes are. I often have difficulty in describing their appearance. It is difficult to describe them objectively and rationally.
Think of paul auster in his novel "Moon Palace", writing the hero's magical experience, being an arrogant and rude care worker, companion and reader of the blind and lame old man, and having legendary experience. Although the old man is blind, he still wants to see the world, so he asks the hero to be his eyes and describe everything he sees in the most concise and powerful words, so that the old man can quickly grasp the world in front of him. This ability exercised the protagonist and embarked on the road of writing.
So is running. Any occasion where you can see strangers but feel bored, you might as well play this game, especially for writers, which will be good. Starting with the simplest observation and narrative exercises, I regained the road of writing, which is my greatest selfishness when running.
Yin Gucheng, young screenwriter, signing author of Jane One, signing author of Studying in Weibo, official account of WeChat | Weibo | Jane One ID: Yin Gucheng.