The Real World Behind Ordinary World

The picture shows the northern Shaanxi customs by Jin, a famous contemporary oil painter. "Life can't be arranged by others, you have to fight for it yourself; No matter whether the result is happy or sad, it can be comforted that you have been living in this world. " Even if you haven't seen Ordinary World, you should have heard of the TV series of the same name that is being broadcasted. How many people were moved to tears and excited by this epic novel? For a miserable life and an unyielding struggle.

Some people say that the author Lu Yao's life is "a legendary life of constant struggle, and it is a model for many grassroots to change their destiny through personal struggle." Today, I recommend an essay "Morning starts at noon" when he wrote "Ordinary World".

Lu Yao's "Morning Begins at Noon" is extremely brilliant, despite the hard creation process and a happy ending. Although all hardships are for success, the greatest happiness in life may lie in the process of creation, not in the result.

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Dedicated to my brother Wang Tianle.

In my creative life, there are almost no real mornings. My morning always starts at noon. This is a habit formed over the years. I know this habit is not good, and I have tried to correct it many times, but I have not achieved my goal. This fulfilled the old saying: old habits die hard. Since it can't be corrected, let it be. On some issues, I am a laissez-faire person.

Usually I fall asleep between two and three in the morning, and sometimes it even extends to four or five. Sleeping after dawn also happens from time to time.

Get up an hour before lunch, and the day begins.

The hour before lunch is very busy. First, smoke three or five cigarettes in a row. I smoke two packs of cigarettes a day at work, and my mouth and tongue are bitter and numb, so I can't feel the smell of cigarettes at all. Sometimes when thinking or writing is particularly tense, even if you can't help smoking, you should have a lit cigarette in your hand. Therefore, smoking a few cigarettes after sleep is simply a fairy-like enjoyment.

Wash your face well with boiling water, and then drink a cup of strong coffee to prove that you have a real morning like everyone else. At this time, I was completely awake.

After lunch, I rushed to the desk to work almost immediately. I have never had the habit of taking a lunch break, just like westerners. I don't even understand why China stipulates such a long nap time. When we think that it is noon in broad daylight, our 1, 654,380 billion citizens all fall asleep at the same time, which makes us feel ridiculous. I also think that this is a traditional national habit, and it also belongs to the category of "old habits are hard to change", just like understanding your own "old habits".

The whole afternoon is the best working time, except going to the toilet, I can hardly lift my head on the desktop. Until dinner, I will be immersed in the afternoon work. After dinner, I have one or two hours of leisure time to watch the news broadcast of CCTV and the main newspapers of the day. This is the most comfortable moment of the day. I won't refuse to visit at this time. At night, when people fall asleep again, my thoughts come alive again. If you don't finish the task of the day in the afternoon, just lie on your desk and rewrite it until it is finished. Then, either go into reading (cross-reading a variety of books at the same time), or carefully consider tomorrow's work and the endless problems in the book, and write down the main points on paper and various special notebooks for further thinking in the future. In many cases during this period, thoughts will leave the works, the present reality, through the deep and silent night, through the tunnel of time, and flow aimlessly in all directions. Anyway, read a book before going to bed. This is the best sleeping pill until you fall asleep and the book comes out of your hand automatically.

I woke up at noon the next day, and it was a new morning.

In the whole writing process of "Ordinary World", my morning started from noon in this way. For me, for this book, it seems to be a symbol. When life enters noon, work needs me to devote myself to it like the morning sun.

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After the novel Life was published, my life was completely out of order. Countless letters poured in from all over the country, and the contents of the letters were varied. In addition to talking about my feelings after reading novels and various life problems and literary problems, many people regard me as a "mentor" to master the mysteries of life and ask me for advice one after another: "How should people live", which makes me laugh and cry. There are even some frustrated young people who have suffered setbacks. It was stipulated months ago that I must write to enlighten them, or I will die. At the same time, strangers keep coming to me to discuss or "learn" various problems. Some acquaintances will inevitably add to the confusion. Publishing contracts, many theatrical troupes, TV stations and film studios have to adapt their works, and telegrams and phone calls keep waking me up in the middle of the night. A year later, the film was released, and the national public opinion became more and more boiling. I feel completely at a loss. In addition, I have also become a "celebrity", and my relatives and friends have come to my house to ask for money or intercede with me to arrange their children's work. It seems that I am not only rich, but also powerful and omnipotent. What's more, a literary ronin who was penniless and traveled around the world at that time, dressed in rags and with a proud face, solemnly came to the door and asked me to give them money to support their sacred hobbies, which was tantamount to robbing the fish in troubled waters.

Maybe many people envied my scenery at that time, but to be honest, I really wish I could crack a crack without drilling and get in quickly.

I deeply feel that although the creative process is extremely difficult, the successful result is brilliant; Although all hardships are for success, the greatest happiness in life may lie in the process of creation, not in the result.

I can't live like this. I have to get out of my own net. Of course, I am by no means a saint. I have struggled for a goal in the long course of hunger, cold, mistakes, setbacks and self-torture for decades, and any limited success is very important to me. I feel the warmth of life, because my ox-horse-like labor has got some rewards. I don't refuse flowers and red carpets. But, to be honest, I can never be satisfied for a long time in this overly dramatic life. I am eager to get back to my old job. Only in extremely heavy labor can people live more fully. This is my basic view of life. Think about it carefully, so far, the best day I have spent in my life is more than 20 days writing the first draft of my life. Before that, my 28-year-old novella had won the first national excellent novella award, and it was precisely because I was not satisfied that I devoted myself to life writing. To this end, I have prepared for nearly two years, and my thoughts and artistic considerations have been tortured; In the end, I crossed the obstacles and entered the actual performance, and my spirit really got carried away. I remember that working 18 hours a day will be nearly a month, and I can't tell day from night, and my heart is on fire. The five senses are festering, and the urine and urine are not smooth. When it was serious, I walked around the guest house in Ganquan County in northern Shaanxi in the middle of the night, which made the director of the guest house suspicious and called the county party Committee, saying that the young man might be insane and afraid of finding "impermanence". The county party Committee instructed that the man was writing a book, so don't disturb him. Isn't all this more desirable than this flashy noise? Yes, as long as you don't lose your great sense of mission or keep a clear head, you can't let the ship of life stay in the warm harbor for a long time. You should set sail again, sail for the stormy waves of life and enjoy the infinite scenery. People should not only overcome failure, but also surpass victory.

So, what should I do?

One thing is certain, this bustling square life will come to an end soon. Even if I become a pure farmer and go to the countryside to plant crops for a year, it will be more beneficial to me than this. I even seriously considered going home to help my father plant land for a year. But think about it, it may turn into a news topic again and make you fidgety, so give up.

However, now I can look back and reflect on my existing creation calmly and soberly. Looking at it from another angle, although I won the National Excellent Novelette Award for two years in a row, the novels and movies of life have had a wide impact, but they are actually nothing. The writer's labor is not only to please the contemporary, but more importantly to give a profound explanation to history. If you are complacent because of a little gain, it is a worthless performance in itself. The youngest writer always pays attention to achievement and glory, while the greatest writer is always immersed in creation and labor. Labor itself is the goal of life. The history of mankind and literature shows that the great spirit of labor and creativity is extremely valuable even if it produces some broken sentences in life and art.

Labor is the writer's only choice, without hesitation.

But what can I do? At that time, there was an argument that life was beyond my reach. I admit that for a person, there may only be one most brilliant moment in his life-that is, the peak of his career. Just like a high jumper, there is only one height in his life, although he has to jump over the beam countless times before and after. For me, it is hard for me to admit that "life" is a crossbar that I can never jump over.

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In countless nights of anxiety and insomnia, I suffered greatly. In an almost pure gloom, I suddenly remembered a dream deeply buried by the dust of time. About 20 years old. I can't remember under what circumstances, probably walking on a quiet mountain path in my hometown, or meditating on the long flowing water by the river in a small county. I once had an idea: if I want to write a book that touches me the most, or do the most important thing in my life, it must be before I am 40 years old. My heart can't help shuddering. This may be a hint from the god of fate. It's incredible. How many dreams of "Witt period" have I buried? Why is this promise the only one that emerges so vividly in my mind at this moment?

Almost in an instant, I faced this matter very seriously. Yes, anyone, especially those with certain ambitions, will have many ideals, fantasies, dreams and even delusions in adolescence. These rosy rings will disappear with the passage of time and the change of environment. However, once a person has certain conditions to realize his ambition in some aspects, his early dreams will be seriously promoted to reality, and the possibility of his real resurrection will be investigated.

After initial intense thinking and argumentation, a rather bold idea gradually formed in my mind. I was moved and surprised by my own ideas. Everything seems impossible. However, why not!

I decided to write a big book.

In my imagination, the future book should be at least the biggest in my life, if not the most satisfying.

A little mysterious, but this decisive decision was caused by an accidental dream when I was young. In fact, many important variables of people and society are often due to some accidental small reasons. Even if a thrilling historical event like World War I has changed, the cause is that one person assassinated another person on the streets of Yugoslavia. Fantasy is easy and decision is easy, but it is extremely difficult to really turn fantasy and decision into reality. This is to pile up an ideal mountain on the flat land where you live. The difficulties I face are varied. First of all, I lack or have no experience in writing long volumes. Up to now, my longest work is Life, with only 1.3 million words. At best, it is a medium-sized work with a large space. Even if I write such a work, I feel that I have been in a swamp for a long time. If it's really a long work, even a long scroll, it's hard for me to imagine whether I can do the work done by this giant. Yes, I have some so-called "writing experiences", but the deepest experience is not joy, but great difficulty and pain. Every time I go to the desk, I feel like I am tied to the execution ground; The completion of every job is like a serious illness. Man is an inert animal. Once he indulges in the gentle land too much, it will weaken the courage and strength to re-enter life. From the warm atmosphere caused by "life" in front of us, once again step into the ice and snow to go on an expedition without seeing the future, and drums will ring from time to time.

It's hard to go to a high mountain, but easy to go back to the plain. On the other hand, as far as the present situation is concerned, you can spend your life in the literary world. You can find a role model among the old and new peers. It is a common phenomenon that some people sit back and relax because of the so-called "success" of their works, enjoy the success of their works, and even eat for life. And some people who haven't written anything all their lives still enjoy themselves in literature or politics. I can write something casually from time to time to prove that I am still a writer. Even if I write more and more boring, at least tell people that I am still alive. In my later years, as long as my health permits, I will actively participate in literary or non-literary activities, and then write a preface or a sentence to the articles of young authors, so I can talk about it.

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However, for a writer, the real misfortune and pain may be nothing more than that. We often see a tragedy, that is, how many creative lives are buried by those generous and arrogant senior officials who pursue fame and fortune. Of course, some people are so natural or unable to reflect on life or have no such understanding at all, that is another matter. It is permissible to waver, but what is important is whether you can defeat yourself in the end.

Go back? Can't! Advance is difficult, the price is high, retreat is comfortable, but you have to swallow a deadly poison of life.

Still that sentence belongs to you: sometimes be hard on yourself. It should be realized that if you can't re-engage in the harsh labor like cattle and horses, your real life will be over, whether as a writer or as a person.

The last attempt to escape was stopped.

I thought of the desert. I'm going for a walk there.

I have a special feeling or fate for the desert-to be exact, it is the big desert in my hometown of Mu Us. It is a pure land of life meditation. Whenever I am faced with a major choice of fate, especially a serious crisis of life and spirit, I will involuntarily go to the Mu Us Desert.

Boundless vastness and loneliness are like stepping on another planet, and the noisy and chaotic secular life disappears. In the dark, it seems to smell the sound of nature. Here, you will really look at life from the perspective of the big universe and look at the history and reality of mankind. In this lonely and silent world, the scene you expect to live is extremely open. You will realize the meaning of life more deeply. You will feel that people are so small, but they are extremely huge. You may get lost here, but you will also sort out many mazes of life. In this simple world, thinking often overflows like a flood. In the end, it is possible to create a blueprint for life or career in this rampant ideological trend, and even understand the difficulties and easy points in the implementation of this blueprint and their overall process. At this time, you should automatically walk out of the desert temple and return to the troubled world. You will become a different person and explore the new frontier of life without scruple.

Now, I am as excited as before again. Walking barefoot in the lonely desert, or lying on the sand dunes with your back stretched out, looking at the unfathomable sky, you are full of heartfelt gratitude for this sacred nature. Although I have come here for spiritual bathing many times, this trip is of great significance. Although all my thoughts are certain in my mind, this "pilgrimage" is still sacred and must be carried out.

It is here that I clearly realize that what I am going to do is actually a "gamble" of fate (perhaps the word is not appropriate), and the bet is already my youth or my life.

Although I won't let worldly thoughts finally manipulate my will, it would be a lie to say that I didn't make any worldly considerations during this period. There is no doubt that this work will take many years. During this period, I had to disappear completely in the so-called "literary world". I don't have the ability to create many episodes to attract the attention of the mind in the process of creating such a work like some writers. I'm afraid I'm not even interested in writing letters. If there is a certain degree of harvest in future works, it will be a comfort to shed youthful blood. If the whole fails, it will mean the failure of youth and even life. This is the best period in a person's life, and its passage should bring the most fruitful fruits-but how can this be guaranteed!

Lu Yao's prose "Morning Begins at Noon"

Brief introduction of the author

Lu Yao, a contemporary writer in China, was born in Qingjian County, northern Shaanxi Province, a peasant family passed down from generation to generation. His masterpiece Ordinary World, with its magnificent momentum and epic character, shows the great changes in China's urban and rural social life and people's thoughts and feelings in the reform era in a panoramic way, and won the third Mao Dun Literature Prize. Later, he died of liver disease at the age of 42.

Because Lu Yao was born in the countryside, his writing materials basically come from rural life. He always thought that he was a "son of peasant descent" and a "man with both rural and urban flavor". He firmly believes that "the greatest happiness in life may lie in the process of creation, not in the result". Therefore, he believes that "only in extremely heavy labor can people live more fully." He always feels life with a deeply entangled hometown complex and a heavy sense of life, and takes the land of northern Shaanxi as an eternal poetic symbol to rise and fall in his heart. Whenever his creation enters a trough, he will go to his hometown of Maowusu Desert in northern Shaanxi alone, where he will examine himself and observe the society.