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His figure fluttered, stepping on the breeze, and he walked in every way. Gentle and full of power, he tells his literary dream and editorial dream, and takes the writers to wander in his literary world, re-walk his literary journey, feel the temperature of literature, and understand the atmosphere of literature.
Literary dreams when I was a student
As a Chinese major, like most of his classmates at that time, he was overcoming obstacles on the road to pursue his literary dream, dreaming of opening up his own literary territory.
The night on the university campus is quiet and beautiful, and in the hurried traffic, he can always see the students galloping in the sea of literature under the night light and by the playground, which makes him stop and leave his own literary mark unconsciously. It's the literary atmosphere that reverberates across campus.
Writing, contributing, contributing, writing, is what he does the most besides studying. He kept writing, constantly looking for his own literary world; He sent the beating words one by one, but received a cold rejection letter, which was also a microcosm of many students who loved literature at that time. In one rejection letter after another, I longed for a thin reply letter with the name of the magazine on it, which means the recognition of my literary works, and it also means that I have taken a big step towards my dream. They are eager to write good works, to be recognized by their editors, and to have their own place in magazines and newspapers. They are like a rushing stream, bravely rushing towards the vast lake of literature. This is the literary atmosphere around him.
Even if his words sailed to the land of dreams on a leaf letter boat, they all returned in a huff, even if every word was not heard from on the long journey, but it still did not extinguish his enthusiasm and desire for writing. His Virgo "Listening Room" was finally recognized by "Henan Youth", and he shared that he got the hot 7 yuan manuscript fee, which was enough to buy a large bag of peanuts and melon seeds.
He once wrote the story of an old man who guarded the well, and he still finds it very impressive. On the streets of Kaifeng in the 1980s, there was a well, through which people could only get water. There is a small wooden hut next to the well, which can barely accommodate one person, and in this cramped space there is a special old man, who is responsible for opening and closing the faucet, so that everyone does not have to worry about the inconvenience caused by the faucet dripping into ice in winter. The bitter cold wind of winter eroded everyone's patience, and the old man needed to repeat the action of opening and closing, his hands were already red and swollen from the cold, but his face could never be seen. Wang Jianbing carefully looked at the old and red hand and stretched out and retracted; Later, it was a young hand that stretched out; Later, he did not know what kind of hand was stretched out. Wang Jianbing gave the article an equally unknown ending. However, when he was full of ambition to submit the manuscript, what he was waiting for was endless blanks. In the face of resignation under careful questioning, in the face of the editor's "forgetfulness", and in the face of the defeat after layers of checks, will he be like the red hands that have disappeared? He was disappointed, he was puzzled, and he was even more unwilling; He wants to write, to explore the touching places in the delicate brushstrokes, and to open his own literary door in the wonderful words. This is his own literary atmosphere.
An editor's dream on the road to literature
After graduating from college, his only wish was to become an editor. In the face of the "golden job" that everyone desires, he did not change his original intention. When he first arrived, the editing job was not what he had thought it would be. Editors often have to bury themselves in stacks of long manuscripts, looking for refreshing masterpieces in the complex text. He thought that perhaps in his own rejected submission letters, there was also the warmth of the editor's fingertips. An editor spends most of his life receiving, reviewing, editing, signing and rejecting manuscripts, and he is no exception. He knows that he has carefully read every manuscript, not only to respect the author, but also to constantly explore the process of his own literary creation ideas, and his literary thoughts float in his own world and swim in every submission. This is the literary atmosphere that he hides in his dream of being an editor.
Wang Jianbing not only loves literature, but also respects words. It is precisely because he came from an unknown generation that he is well aware of the difficulty of every ordinary writer's creation, and he also knows that the editor can simply approve a few lines of manuscript for a "loser", which can affect a person's writing direction, and even have a profound impact on a person's literary fate. Therefore, he always treats everyone equally in the review, and even if the work is "unsuccessful", he will still give the manuscript sign seriously; We will communicate with the authors who come to visit and give suggestions for revisions. "That's their brainchild." "They shouldn't be blown out of their lamps of the heart." This is his original intention to pursue his dream of editing, and it is also the literary atmosphere on his editorial path.
Don't give up on your own bright path in the world of literature because you are afraid of rejection. When the editor's manuscript can be published, it is not only the author who is happy, but also the editor. Editors are not only bold decision-makers, but they also face biased perceptions and misunderstandings of some authors, but even so, they will do their best to get the authors the opportunity to get published. He did it, and so did his colleagues, and they were all doing their best for every opportunity to get published, which is probably the literary atmosphere that belongs to the editor.
Follow Wang Jianbing in his literary world, where there are bright colors, the warmth of water, the agility of wind, the freedom of the wilderness and the open-mindedness of the earth······" The uphill road is difficult to walk, and the force is coming; It is difficult to drive a boat against the wind, but it must be reached. ”
Answering questions from readers
"How to avoid the flat and direct narration of historical materials?"
Wang Jianbing has a creative habit, when he goes to write about a place, he is used to read the information of this place first, and understand it preconceivedly; Then I came here and went to find the trigger point in my heart. Historical materials are only a window to assist the author to understand, and the most important thing is the author's own perception. Writing should avoid the accumulation of materials, do not become a narrator, the reader wants to see your inner feelings, want to understand the insights you get from it. The literary atmosphere created by his pen is never to let readers know a certain place or a certain person through information, he jumps out of the information, captures the moving touchpoints with his keen perspective, and shows readers his unique spiritual feelings, so his words are like a clear spring, which can always refresh people's hearts and move people's heartstrings.
"How should the structure of the prose be designed?"
The prose in Wang Jianbing's eyes is like a painter splashing ink, the action of splashing ink seems to be casual, but in fact, every movement of the painter's hand is conscious. The structure of the prose does not need to be overemphasized, what should be emphasized is how to express it, which is the most important thing. The prose may seem scattered, but it shows the reader a wonderful and vivid literary atmosphere through each description of "ulterior motives". Wang Jianbing had this experience when he lived in Zhouzhuang, his room was a boudoir on the second floor of an old mansion in several courtyards, and when he first arrived here, he was attracted by this deep, quiet and charming environment. During the day, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the years are quiet, but at night it is terrifyingly quiet, which is terrifying. Such an extremely contrasting experience is actually a kind of literary atmosphere, which gives him a special inspiration, and he writes this feeling into his works, and then gives the reader a sense of new and unique experience.
"How can the prose end without haste?"
There is no fixed ending. A hasty ending is not entirely bad, and sometimes a seemingly hasty ending can make people feel unfinished and infinitely reverie. Sometimes, leaving the reader blank can also produce a subtle "chemical reaction", which is also the atmosphere of literature. Wang Jianbing once met a girl sitting on the shore of Erhai Lake combing her hair, and the beauty and tranquility made people stop for a long time. He said, "The woman in red combs her flowing hair, combs the lake and ripples, combs the lake and ripples", and if this is the end, the reader will not feel rushed, but may be immersed in the reflection of the green lake.
"How to make the prose avoid moisture and be more grounded?"
The moisture of the prose must be grasped well, not squeezed to the point that there is not a drop left, and it cannot be allowed to overflow. If you write about the sound of drums, you will only describe the sound of drums, which will inevitably be bland and tasteless, and make people feel that they lack some taste; But if you put the drum in the alley, the melodious drum sound echoes along the narrow alley over and over again, and the expression of such details is where the article shines. The wheat wave that Wang Jianbing wants to write in his eyes, every rod and cluster is melodious and heavy. It is the joy of abundance, the hardships of rural labor, through the wheat lang to describe the scene, the person and the feelings, the village will be lit up, and the image of the people here will also be lit up. These things are not water, but the place where the article shines, where it is sublimated, and where the literary atmosphere gives people magic.