Chapter 1378
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Yesterday morning, something happened at home, so I didn't sleep. I went to read the third volume of the first volume. From the destruction of the black mountain to saving Tang Buluo, the duel with the King of Gamblers. I don't know if it's a reference or plagiarism, but it's inspired by Will Smith's Focus.
After the destruction of the black mountain, I used a line from the song. When it came to Tang Buluo's life, I was inspired by an essay by Lu Xun.
When it came to Tang Buluo's last bloody battle, what appeared in my mind was the fifth volume of Final Fantasy vs. Dead or Alive, and the duel between Tifa and a ninja army.
Every single point was enough to affect my emotions, so it was natural to write it out. At that time, I read Lu Xun, Han Han, and there were also the weaknesses of human nature, Faust, Les Miserables, The Shawshank Redemption, Notre Dame de Paris, Pride and Prejudice, The Rabble, General History of the World, The Scholars, China's History and Culture, Mao Zedong's Selection … There's no need to talk about anime and movies. There were many words and scenes that were enough to affect my heart. After thinking about them day and night, they became my own things and showed them in another form.
But now, I feel like I haven't calmed down to read a book in a long time. The last time I read was three months ago. I read Four Generations Under One Roof and Besieged City, but I haven't finished reading these two books. They say that you need to read the book three times before you can understand the basics, but I haven't even understood the basics.
Moreover, what kind of state was it to write? It's when you think about what you want to express next. When you think of a certain scene, it makes your eyes brim with tears and your blood boil, and your writing will naturally be like a god.
The ups and downs of this state depends on the time used to sink into this state. One must be in a good state of mind when writing. This naturally doesn't need to be explained in detail.
When I'm in a good state, my emotions are surging from start to finish. Every sentence, every dialogue is like carefully forged steel, able to withstand scrutiny, withstand tests, and even the extremely picky me is very satisfied.
But it's very difficult to enter such a state. I have to use all my free time to think, to imagine, to retain the flash of inspiration in my mind that moved me.
Now, I don't have that much time. Every day when I'm free, I only feel tired. I want to pick up my brush, but I don't know where to start.
My struggle may be attributed to the fact that I could not bear the present state of poverty, and that my mind was preoccupied with the vulgar but necessary money; but on reflection, while enduring poverty cleanses the soul, it is easy to pollute it into a monster of inferiority, self-pity, conceit, and self-deception.
I don't want much, but I want a lot. One day, when I can enter the state of writing whenever I want, I will have already broken away from the secular world and walked on the road.
At that time, I will definitely be free!
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