Ouyang Xingpeng's blog address
In Hunan, southern Hunan is a mountainous place, and local farmers make a living by farming. After the reform and opening up, a large number of farmers were liberated from the fields and rushed to Guangdong, becoming migrant workers like Hou birds. Ouyang Xingpeng, a young farmer at the foot of Jiuyi Mountain, was also a farmer at the foot of Jiuyi Mountain in those days. After he left his crops, he became a rare prose writer today. His prose is tough and sad, like a blunt knife to cut open the reality and the soul, as if he could hear distant and low sad songs, telling this wandering life history together with his thinking life. In 23, Ouyang Xingpeng published his first collection of personal essays in the name of loneliness, which did not attract much attention. This is realistic, people will not pay attention to a brand-new face. Despite this, Ouyang Xingpeng did not lose heart and gave up writing, but only switched from paper to the Internet. Since 24, Ouyang Xingpeng has lived on the Internet strongly, and his vigorous creativity has been released. Online readers can often read his new works on the Internet, such as Huang Shui Temple in Life, Sitting by the Window of the City, Orange Tree and Idle Spring. According to the statistics of his blog in 29, Ouyang Xingpeng published a manuscript every three days, which proves his love for words, his mastery of words, his enthusiasm for the internet and his calm analysis of life. His writing is full of sadness. Before leaving "Cars in Beijing", he wrote, "The depth and thickness of the city give people an invisible protection. Our shuttle in time is also a walk in the city. The same is true of life. We have never come out of a place, but we are not very clear about where we came from, where we go, and what the place will be like. Just like from the Temple of Heaven to the Ditan in this city, we left without asking an answer. " The lost watcher in this life is determined to find a fulcrum between the city and the countryside.
In the latest chapter of his blog "The place I want is called Dongganjiao", he wrote that "time can pass, the sea can become a mulberry field, and people will grow old, mutate and become insignificant. The East Dry Feet will also change. Maybe one day, those new buildings will be full of weeds, and those rice fields will be deserted. The grass and trees behind the East Dry Feet will be more dense, and the people in the East Dry Feet will go further. All these may come true, but they can't change my love for Dongganjiao. Everything will change, everything can change, I can't change, I have been nailed here by time, just like a butterfly in a spider web, I can't change anything anymore, so I have to become a part of time. Donggan's feet are warming me like a fire, and eventually burn me to ashes, I am willing. " Dongganjiao is a small place, a little-known place, but in his works, it is vivid, true and simple, and has changed over the years. In the face of change, Ouyang Xingpeng is not as a souvenir as before, but reluctantly compromises, because he is full of love for that land! He wrote, "Dongganjiao is the land where I grew up, and Dongganjiao is the place where my soul lives." Dongganjiao is not a gem. Everyone's hometown is not a gem. All hometown is just a tree. I am just a leaf on the tree of Dongganjiao, but Dongganjiao is in my heart. We look after each other, it gives me warmth, and I give it wisdom and tears. "
Today, online prose or prose has become increasingly marginalized, but this cannot change the enthusiasm of prose lovers. Ouyang Xingpeng is a representative among a large number of online prose writers or prose writers. He is unassuming, his writing is unconstrained, flexible and free, and he is a family of his own. Apart from writing articles, he is very inactive. Unlike other online writers, he doesn't covet the click-through rate and doesn't care about the reply rate. When he writes articles, he just wants to put up a notice on the street. If he wants to see it, don't look away if he doesn't want to get Ouyang Xingpeng's admiration, even if it's only in the network, it's too difficult. He is a real scholar, who only talks with posts (articles), instead of entertaining, flattering each other and forming gangs. His prose only expresses his feelings and clarifies his opinions, without any constraints.
it's really hard to imagine what the living and working conditions of migrant workers are like. Ouyang Xingpeng has been wandering, and his articles record his wandering experience, feelings and transcendence of life itself. Shenzhen has a vast sky on a big road, Chaoyang people, we are at the bottom, trees on the street, and heavy chickens all express his feelings and views on life in wandering life. A large part of his writing is related to vagrancy. But on the other hand, he couldn't let go of his hometown. In a series of articles, such as Qingshan Paddy Field Family, Fireworks Family Pingtian Yard, Bashang Girl, he expressed the beauty of his hometown and his yearning throughout. He repeated his themes, such as Autumn Morning, Wings at Night, Rain in June in the Country, Rice, Snow in Southern Hunan, and so on, and wrote about the rural scenery in southern Hunan. Even though he has lived in Guangzhou for more than ten years, many urban essays, such as Beyond the Flower City, The Sheep of the Stone, The Moon in Huiqiao New Town, We Wandered by the Pearl River at Night, and 244A, are still out of tune with the city. They wander around alone in their personal lives all day, looking at the mountains and grasslands in the distance and watching the lives of migrant workers in confusion. To be honest, I don't read many prose works. There is no doubt that there are a large number of secularized and commercialized shoddy works in the current prose tide, and various anthologies are also speculating repeatedly, which virtually curbed the development of contemporary prose. Online prose has been given a cold shoulder. Even though many traditional publications have launched activities on the Internet, it is still inevitable to be secular. A maverick writer like Ouyang Xingpeng is obviously not as popular as those who gang up to form a circle. Of course, in reality, there are also a group of writers who stick to the spiritual boundary of prose and create the same large number of excellent prose, such as some essays by Zhang Chengzhi, Han Shaogong, Shi Tiesheng, Lin Xianzhi and others. Their existence is a cultural choice for writers who are still stubbornly clinging to the spiritual dimension in this mediocre material age. I think, to improve the ideological quality of current prose, the most important thing is that writers should first become independent, free and sincere people, with personality, wisdom and courage. Secondly, he should face up to real life, face up to major social propositions and express his opinions bravely and rationally. In addition, he should face the living conditions of the people at the bottom. We must also have extraordinary mind and vision, and have great love for all mankind. Ouyang Xingpeng is on this road, but he doesn't communicate, or in the circle of migrant workers, he can only think. He is like a lonely trekker, and he has chosen a maverick prose. He should stick to it, be a watcher of history and a thinker of life, and entertain himself simply with complex words. (Fang Ning)