"This is literature, Lao Ba." Xiang Shan said loudly, "Literature, do you understand?"
Mr. Babbitt was a little confused: "This word sounds like it should be studied by the men of the Knights of Science... The form of the word 'literature'..."
“No one stipulates ‘what knowledge should be studied by whom’. Any subject is created for anyone to learn.” Xiang Shandao.
"Is that story... literature? Do you mean that 'literature' is... a sad and suffering activity?"
"That's what the creator of this story said." Xiang Shan closed his eyes and dug into the hard drive, "'Every moment, every word and expectation cast by chance, every profound or joking thought, the human soul...
Every tiny beat of a tree, as well as the flying catkins of poplar trees, or the bit of starlight reflected in a still night pond, is a particle of gold powder.'"
"'We, literary workers, have spent decades searching for these countless fine sands, collecting them for ourselves unconsciously, melting them into alloys, and then using this alloy to forge our own golden roses.
A piece, a long piece or a long poem.'"
"The golden roses of Shamei (the soldier in the story) make me feel a bit like our creative activities. The strange thing is that no one has spent any effort to explore how the precious dust is produced.
It came from a torrent of literature that moved mountains and oceans.'"
"'However, just as the old janitor's golden rose was written to wish Susanna happiness, our work is to wish the beauty of the earth, a call to fight for happiness, joy, freedom, the broad-mindedness of humankind and
The power of reason defeats darkness and shines brightly like the eternal sun.'"
Babbitt was stunned. He felt something... something that he couldn't describe yet. It might be called "love", or it might be called "sadness". In fact, he had experienced this kind of thing many times in his short life.
I have experienced it before, but never so clearly.
The hero Nonem used the language form of the old era, which Babbitt was not familiar with, but this feeling opened up time and fell into his soul from the past.
“This is...literature...” he murmured.
“Gather gold sand from the dust, mold it into a rose, and then give it to me with love.” Xiang Shan said.
This is actually not his knowledge.
In other words, this short paragraph should not be the knowledge possessed by the individual "Xiang Shan".
It is true that the research objects of cognitive science include literary activities, and internal strength is based on cognitive science. However, this does not mean that practitioners of internal strength must have extremely high literary literacy or similar vision.
Xiangshan may have systematically learned these things, but it was only "learning". He would only use the final results directly.
Whether it was two hundred years ago or two hundred years later, it would have been impossible for him to memorize this excerpt from "The Golden Rose" with passion.
There are not many physicists who can do this.
But it is indeed his memory.
This is part of the legacy of the Eighth Martial God.
This is also the "knowledge" that one of his friends once possessed.
Perhaps when this friend and Xiang Shan were chatting together, they talked about the relevant paragraphs, and maybe he was chatting with others, and then Xiang Shan happened to be present. Xiang Shan himself would not remember the knowledge related to this paragraph, because for Xiang Shan
, this may be the background sound that is forgotten once heard.
But for that friend, this was the "key to association" that enabled that memory to be recalled.
The main subject of the memory of the Eighth Martial God is Zhu Xinyu, but it will inevitably be mixed with content belonging to other people.
After all, Xiang Shan and Zhu Xinyu are no longer conjoined after they get together, nor do they spend every second together.
For scenes that are missing in time, other people’s memories will naturally be used.
Then whose memory could this be? The author of "The Golden Rose" is a former Red Alliance member... Anatole? No, it doesn't seem like he would do this. Chen Feng? Tsk...or Ingrid?
The author's early works of "The Golden Rose" were full of romanticism and full of emotions. From the middle period, the author began to try to use a psychological thinking to analyze these emotions, focusing on exploring human emotions and personality.
He is also good at describing stories in the field of natural sciences in poetically beautiful and moving language. His works were called "the combination of science and literature" by Gorky.
Of course, strictly speaking, the discussion of literary activities in "The Golden Rose" is not entirely within the paradigm of psychology or cognitive science.
However, its discussion of "fiction" and "aesthetics" explains a scientific issue from a perceptual perspective.
For the Eighth Martial God, this related knowledge is a tool to assist him in "developing internal strength". They cannot be used to build the foundation of internal strength, but they can help people overcome the sub-project of "how to practice internal strength".
Bobbitt jumped up: "I want to tell this story... I will broadcast this story tomorrow. Hero, I want to broadcast this story."
“It’s up to you.” Xiang Shan nodded. This was his intention in telling this story to Babbitt.
Broadcasters are one of the few groups of literary and artistic workers in this era, and they are also the most chivalrous group besides chivalrous people. This is a group that was born only in this era, but Xiangshan believes that they should be part of the chivalrous movement.
However, in this era, the cultural products of the old world are like some shady things that are circulated in various forms on the Internet. People who are eager for them can only download them timidly, for fear of being poisoned or being crawled by crawlers.
locking.
Few people have a systematic and comprehensive understanding of it.
And the old knights of the old era are the key targets of the government, so it is difficult for them to come forward.
At this time, even if it is only passed to one more person, it will still look good.
Xiangshan patted Babbitt, who was still in a trance, and said, "Brother, the sun has completely set. It's time to walk at night. Brother?"
Babbitt suddenly said in a daze: "So, the stories of the 'Gods of War' are also like golden roses? People collect the golden sand in history and train them... No. The 'Gods of War' themselves are also made of 'stories'
It is formed by accumulation, right? Then is the 'God of War' itself the Golden Rose created by the public? Ah... Isn't it a bit offensive for me to say this... ah? Hero?"
Xiangshan looked at him blankly, pondered for a moment, and then said: "You said it very well, brother. But it's time to set off."