I remember that when I was a teenager, everyone was sincere

It was a sentence

The train station was dark in the morning

There were no pedestrians in the long street

The small shop selling soy milk was steaming

The color of the sun was slow in the past

The mail of cars and horses was slow

Only love was enough in my life. Then I saw Muxin from the painter Chen Danqing's article. Because I particularly like Mr. Chen Danqing's expression, after reading the words he recommended Mu Xin, I went to see Mr. Mu Xin's works. After reading Memoirs of Literature, I really understood Chen Danqing's admiration for Muxin.

Mu Xin (February 14, 1927-December 21, 211), formerly known as Yangzhong, was named Mu Xin, whose pen name was Mu Xin, a poet, writer and painter. Born in Dongzha, Wuzhen in 1927. Graduated from Shanghai Academy of Fine Arts. He settled in new york in 1982. At 3 am on December 21, 211, Mu Xin died in his hometown of Wuzhen, Zhejiang, at the age of 84. Muxin is Chen Danqing's mentor.

Mu Xin's life is legendary-from Wuzhen to Shanghai, from Shanghai to new york, and then from new york to his hometown. In 84 years, I was always alone, only literature and art accompanied me. His life has bridged the literary and artistic bridge from before the Cultural Revolution in China to today. And his art is active in the dialogue between the East and the West and between the classical and the modern.

Mu Xin is versatile all his life, and he is good at poetry, prose, novel, literary theory, drama and music. Mr. Mu Xin's followers and admirers have done a lot and said a lot. I have no ability or qualification to evaluate Mr. Mu Xin, just to express my own likes and feelings.

I fell in love with Mu Xin's works at first sight. My heart is as shocked as lightning, which is different from all the literary works I have seen before. Reading through the book is really "amazing". How can words be written like this? Mu Xin's articles can't be written by others, because Mu Xin never thought of writing other people's articles.

From June, it took me about two months to finish reading the book Memoirs of Literature. While leafing through it, I kept searching and querying, only then did I finish this book with a little knowledge, ignorance and swallowing. Never before has that book been so crude and slow to read as Memoirs of Literature.

Many places can't understand the vernacular works of a contemporary literary writer! Don't understand! Really speechless, I can't help but feel ashamed of my ignorance. I have nothing to say ... Only pay tribute to Mr. Muxin. He is not only an author, but also a senior connoisseur of literature. He guides us to see the beauty of the whole world literature. Faced with such a wise man, I am glad to see this book.

Mu Xin gave a lecture on "The History of World Literature" to China artists who were wandering in foreign countries in new york. Mr. Chen Danqing introduced Mu Xin's Memoirs of Literature, more than 8, words and a lecture note from 1989 to 1994 in such a grand way that after we became familiar with Mu Xin's literary works, we learned about Mr. Mu Xin's vast and magnificent literary realm in this way.

Chen Danqing said, "His love of literature has reached the point of sin, as isolated as his sin". This is not the history of world literature, but that so many writers are gradually gathering around and illuminating the person who illuminates them.

from pre-Qin to Tang and Song Dynasties, from Ming and Qing Dynasties to May 4th Movement. From the Book of Songs to traditional Chinese opera, from novels to philosophy. From Tao Yuanming to Shakespeare, from ancient Greece to Persian literature, from the Renaissance to magical realism ... Up and down for five thousand years, running through Asia, Africa and Europe. Countless sages and philosophers, famous teachers, and Mr. Kan Kan talked about it, as if the wind was light and the clouds were light. Between the lines, subtle and interesting, thorough and rational, shining.

Tang is dressed up, Song is plain clothes, and Yuan is a underpants vest. Compared with food, Tang poetry is chicken and duck's hoof, Song poetry is a hot fried cold basin, and Yuanqu is a bean curd and crisp twist in a roadside stall. Li Bai is a baritone and Du Fu is a bass. Li Bai is elegant and handsome, unconstrained and unconstrained, and angry waves return to the waves. Du Fu composed Zhuang Su, the horn sounded all night, and the sky was full of moonlight. Poems in A Dream of Red Mansions are like aquatic plants. It's not good to take out the water. Put it in water, it looks good.

not only impressed, but also impressed. I didn't know what it is to learn from the past and learn from the present, and what it is to learn from the East and the West. At best, the books and authors I have heard, read and browsed are nothing more than the nine Niu Yi hairs mentioned in Mr. Wang's book. In such a vast ocean of literature, how small and humble I am, I can only look up and look up in front of Mr. Mu Xin.

After that, I read the reflection of Colombia, the special issue commemorating the third anniversary of Mu Xin's death, the journey of following the footsteps, the random notes of Joan Meika, Mu Xin's talk about Mu Xin: a supplement to a literary memoir, and the feast of fish and beauty. Mu Xin has an amazing amount of knowledge. When he lectures, he is mining his own gold mine of knowledge, and he can dig something out regardless of ancient and modern times.

Everything you do must come from your heart, and you won't be happy if you pretend. The conciseness of words comes from inner sincerity. Mu Xin's words are not sloppy, moaning and affectation. Exquisite and concise writing, broad vision, words and sentences swept away the drool-like prose mode in China, which is the kind of vernacular Chinese with life and inside information. Yes, reading Mr. Mu Xin requires knowledge preparation, so that he may be hit by his aesthetic intuition and witty remarks.

"My' self-help' depends entirely on reading, and' book' is the most magical and greatest". Young Muxin is obsessed with reading books, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign. He systematically read traditional classics under the guidance of his family and tutors, and at the same time read many foreign works from Mao Dun's library. So he said, "The teenager is in his hometown, the' home' of a world-famous writer, and the room is full of European and American literary classics. I wolfed down and got' literary gastritis'." It's amazing that a person has read so many books and got through those joints.

"literature is my belief, and it is this belief that has carried me through the disaster." How many books and readers of the Republic of China have disappeared. His life has been intensively accompanied by a growing cultural fault. He refused to break, but he never did. This is the hidden background color of new york's lecture on the history of world literature.

literature is lovely. Life is fun. Art has to be sacrificed. During Mu Xin's imprisonment during the Cultural Revolution, all his works were burned and three fingers were broken. In prison, Mu Xin wrote 65, words of "The Prison Notes" on the paper of "Confession Book" with dirty water in the ground. Painted the keys of the piano with white paper, and silently "played" Mozart and Bach. For the Cultural Revolution, Mu Xin never complained or recalled in his article, leaving only a faint haiku "I am a slave during the day and a prince at night".

"I've been dealing with me for a long time, so I'd rather be me." From 1982 to 26, Mu Xin fled his hometown and went to new york. The painful memories of the past made him live a cautious life.

time and tide wait for no man, and I have never spared time. When Mu Xin started a new round of creation in a foreign land, writing voluminous papers, essays, novels and poems, he returned to the destroyed library in his heart. The difference is that this time he was finally able to publish his own works. He wrote one work after another against the clock. Write down 7, to 1, words every day.

"present art and retire artists." Mu Xin is like a big bird flying in the starry sky of literature and art, looking down at everything. Treat people like books, treat books like people. There is a "reader concept" in my mind, which is ten times better than me. I write to it with awe, lest I make a gaffe and be rude.

when no one understands you, don't speak for yourself. "Some people like diving, some people like freestyle, some people like butterfly swimming, splashing all over the place and looking back from time to time. You should dive, not splash. Nowadays, people compete for the wind by splashing, and they swim badly. Some splashes actually come out when they sink, and everyone thinks that this person swims really well, very well! "

"Every line should express its own character." This is my lifelong pursuit, and it is the motto of poets, painters and musicians. In 26, Mu Xin's literary series was first published in mainland China, and it was only recognized by local readers. In the same year, at the kind invitation of his hometown Wuzhen, he returned to China to settle down at the age of 79. When I came back, ah, when I came back, everything was empty.

are you finally shining? The end of my journey. Enthusiasm for literature, love for life, and such a deep love for art supported him to finish his life with all his love with grace and dignity.

there will never be such a person again. I can't tell what it has to do with him. "Being a teacher and a friend" is an overused word. I have many good teachers and friends along the way, but there is only one wooden heart. Xiao Dai, a rural child in Guizhou who served him in his later years, deeply missed him. Once he talked about a funny joke about Mu Xin, he said decisively: Teacher Dan Qing, I will never meet such a person again.

a small building in the late afternoon-the memorial hall of Muxin's former residence. His disciples miss his teacher in such a affectionate way. It is not so much a mentoring relationship as a successor or a role called ferryman.

Writer Chen Cun once said, "People who try to write in Chinese will have a measure of themselves if they read Mu Xin earlier." Because: "Wooden heart is the elevation of Chinese writing." I read it late, but fortunately I read it. Fortunately, I read it, too.

Today, Chen Danqing's five-year lecture notes are no longer just regarded as "lectures on the history of world literature". As Mu Xin first imagined, this is his own "literary memoir", an "absurd novel" and "overcoming this era on his own".

This is also the gift Muxin left to the world and the gospel of literature.