Fumino: Did Akutagawa lose his horse today?

Words are spiritual.

What it contains is the thought of the writer, who was born in the writer and higher than himself.

Akutagawa's body gradually recovered under the supervision of Kume and Hiroshi. After all, no matter what time period Akutagawa hated the bitter taste, especially the bitter taste of medicine, he would never drink the medicine well if no one supervised Akutagawa to drink it.

Even though Akutagawa was correcting documents in the Hong Kong/black office, they were allowed to supervise him taking medicine.

As I said before, since the emergence of the movie theater, they have also seen the development of many parallel worlds. Now, Yokohama, which has learned the experience of other worlds, is becoming more and more peaceful, with less and less chaos, and the government is also supporting it. When he got up, he was replaced by a sober boss.

The three-moment conception is going on peacefully, and I am trying to explore new directions.

The emergence of the YMCA made them see the light.

Mori Ogai was stipulated by his teacher that he must write the results before the year, but it was almost November, which allowed him to write the results in just two months!Is writing such a casual thing?Mori Ogai said he wanted to cry but had no choice but to ask Akutagawa for advice. After all, Akutagawa is the senior when it comes to writing.

As for Fukuzawa Yukichi, when asked, this obedient student handed in a copy of "Encouraging Learning". In other words, this is not a novel at all...

Akutagawa was surprised that the leader would come to ask him for advice, but he still told Mori Ogai all about his experience without reservation.

Akutagawa who didn't know when he wore a kimono was as noble as a nobleman, the paranoia and compulsive indifference between his eyebrows were absent, his white jade face was a little bloody because he took the medicine on time, and his gray-blue eyes would flicker from time to time. After a bit of tenderness, he likes the sun, and the golden autumn sun shines on him, which makes Akutagawa feel a little compassionate to heaven and man, but on the contrary, he feels a little bit of divinity.

"Actually, I don't know how to write articles. I don't think I'm worthy of the praise of the world. This can only be said to be a moaning. Can I really write such excellent words? It's just that I have always been uneasy. , everyone writes, according to what I see, it’s more about writing about yourself. It doesn’t need such a gorgeous language, and it doesn’t need such a deep meaning.”

"For me, this is nothing more than my own thoughts. I wrote down the stories I thought of. Even though I thought it was so unbearable to look at in the end, the article was finally written."

Mori Ogai looked at Akutagawa fixedly, and then showed a gentle smile: "As expected of a senior who wrote the article, what you said is very good, but Akutagawa-kun, no, Mr. Akutagawa, don't underestimate yourself, your article Those of us in Hong Kong/Black, who have read it, are deeply fascinated by it, and you are now the glory of our Hong Kong/Black."

But just write what you want to write, write with your own experience, use your own eyes to see what the world is expressing through words, is that so?

Mori Ogai returned to the chief's office, and in less than December, the article "Dancing Girl" was born.

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"Long, do you want to hold a literary award?" Kuan stopped writing and looked at Akutagawa with his chin propped up.

Akutagawa paused his pen. He has spent most of his time at the YMCA recently. Ever since Mr. Dazai read his novels, he always finds reasons to go to Hong Kong/Black to block him, so that he really doesn’t know how to face Dazai. Sir, every time I see Mr. Dazai looking at him with that kind of admiration, he can't help but think of the days when Osamu Dazai was still in Hong Kong/Heilongjiang, and he can't bear to look directly at him even more, so Akutagawa can only come to youth will take refuge.

"I think this is advisable." Akutagawa thought: "The current literary world is too barren, and my articles like this can achieve such high achievements. It really makes me panic, and I am deeply worried about whether I am worthy of this job. It is generally appreciated, so let’s set awards and let more people write works.”

"Literature is about a hundred schools of thought contending, rather than a certain idea being the mainstream. We have too many books on new thoughts, and we need other works."

Akutagawa remembered a letter from Shiga Naoya some time ago, criticizing his article as useless. To be honest, Akutagawa is happy. He doesn’t want his work to be praised so much. How happy it is to be influenced by others and firmly point out your own mistakes.

To be able to engage in ideological collisions, to accept what the other party has to say with an open mind, to be able to reconcile as before after a quarrel, and not to let worldly matters affect the article, this is a literary hero.

"Encourage everyone to write together." Akutagawa looked out the window, the New Year is coming.