Chapter 52 about talent

Just after graduating from university, I co-founded a fanzine with someone. Among the alumni who participated in running the magazine, there was a talented man who could both draw and write poetry. His paintings have been continuously adopted by famous pictorials across the country. , At the same time, his poems will indeed give people a feeling of Miyoshi Darji's rebirth.When he was still in high school, he had read the book "Victory of the Dead" by Deng Nanziao (also translated as Deng Nanzio, Italian poet, 1863-1938). For me who loves to read, I cannot compare with him in terms of the amount of reading or knowledge.

In the first issue of our doujin magazine, the first novel I created was published, and it was because of the publication of this novel that I got in touch with Tachihara Masaki, so it is commemorative anyway.However, although I attracted Li Yuan Zhengqiu's attention with this novel, my gifted Xueyou scoffed at it, even though he didn't want to become a real writer. It should be admitted that his presence was both a stimulus and a threat to me. Every time he walked into his room, he was greeted by the strange smell of various painting tools mixed together. Although the painting was painted yesterday, his painting tools have not been cleaned until today.At first glance, you seem to have entered a famous gallery, because there are Renoirs in the room (like Chagall and Bonnard below, they are all French painters from the end of the 19th century to the beginning of the 20th century, 184119 19), as well as works by Chagall, and even one or two masterpieces by Bonnard. Of course, these are not authentic works, but from the hands of talented alumni.Sometimes you have to admit that this guy has some talent, he can imitate the handwriting of many painters in the world, even to the point of being fake, but this has also become his fatal shortcoming, he will never have his own style.In addition, in terms of literary creation, he also paid attention to imitating others.

As far as I know, he has imitated many writers, including famous writers such as Hori Tatsuo, Nakahara Chuya, Kobayashi Hideo, Nagai Kakaze, and Kawabata Yasunari. Maybe he's completely immersed in the world of imitation. But the consequence of this situation will be that nothing will be achieved. It is easy to enter the world of imitation, but it is very difficult to get out.What I mean by entering into the world of imitation is not the kind of imitation that is enough to stop, but the kind that has reached the point where it has really fallen into it and has been able to imitate the essence of other writers' style. very difficult.As long as you have really reached this level of imitation, your distress will follow, and you will feel the difficulty of getting rid of this imitation.

I don't know if my fellow painter imitated him so deeply, because I didn't have a good relationship with him before, and even a little estranged, so I lost contact after we parted.Maybe he has already abandoned the brush and bid farewell to poetry creation?Because I have never seen his collection of paintings in today's painting world, and there are no collections of poems created and published by him in bookstores.But then again, this may also be a proof of his superhuman ability, because he may become an expert in the world, he can draw whatever he wants in the air without a brush, and he can chant hundreds of poems in his heart without using a pen , that is to say, he has reached the realm of returning to nature, and there is no need to work hard at all.

This kind of realm is beyond my imagination. As early as when I was young, I would often be scolded by the teacher because I could not understand the meaning of the teacher in time, or because I was too clumsy, and whether it was in school or in school, I would often be scolded by the teacher. Nothing has changed in society.Of course, people who think they are inferior must work harder, but even if they put in twice as much effort as others, they still cannot sit on the same level as others. Unfortunately, I am also one of these people. Although I have secretly vowed to be outstanding and make a difference in a certain field, in the end this can only be a good wish.

Can't stand out at all. Of course, life is still beautiful, and the world will not abandon everyone who works hard. When I was in my thirties, I finally realized it. It is only natural to try desperately to close these gaps because we are not equal to others.But even if you work hard and still can't achieve the desired effect, wouldn't you say that your hard work is not enough?I personally think that it is good to know that there is a gap between you and others and work hard, but we don’t have to compete with others for the strengths of the family. As long as you work hard, even if you don’t succeed, it’s worth it. Only when you realize this will you feel human The great meaning of existence will know how to enjoy life.Including me, most of the people around are unknown people, but everyone has a heavy past, an important present and a bright future. Although there is no record in history, it has become a fixed pattern , an integration.Maybe the unknown people who usually walk by your side are the future Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, and Ieyasu!Thinking of this, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration: Why can't I use this as a clue to write historical novels?

Now I don't think about talent anymore. Whatever you think about things that don't belong to me, you still can't get them, and at the same time, it will make me miserable.Of course, I am not dissuading those who think they are stupid from worshiping talented people. On the contrary, I also think that as long as you like it, and you really like it, you should love it boldly and don't be afraid of falling behind. When I started to write Chinese historical novels, I often comforted myself with the idea that I had no way to understand Chinese history, and it was difficult for me to compare with some experts, and I did not have the extravagant hope of being superior in this respect , What you don’t know is that you don’t know, why bother to slap a swollen face to pretend to be fat?

I dare say that many people don't know the novels I wrote at all. Perhaps in their view, this kind of novels are at best just a simple combination of words, which is also the best evidence of the author's (me) ignorance.I don't want to argue about it, I just think that compared with those who think they know everything, being stupid has its own stupid happiness.However, to be honest, if there is a day when people attack and abuse each other to a certain extent, then the world will be full of tolerance and understanding.