For many years, I have been thinking about the meaning of writing. I have often read
books, and I have seen worlds created by different authors, sometimes dark and
depressing, as if enveloped in a gray fog, sometimes colorful and seemingly warm
filters, some writers seeing the world as grotesque and irregular, others seeing the
world as simply a stage for human activity. Faced with such different worlds, I always
wonder where they come from - what motivates the author to create such different
worlds? Do they have a common source?
As I grew older, my eyes began to focus on the world and life I had experienced. I
started to enjoy going out for a walk or listening to other people's conversations, and I
tried to be a spectator to understand how people live in the world. I recorded many
strange things: my normally polite junior high school classmates ruthlessly staked a
sparrow to death, the stray cats in my neighborhood looked at me with sad eyes, and
the moment of peace when I read a book at night. As I see more and more, I find that
the world is a mixed whole; it includes everything; many books seem like strange
plots but are actually a microcosm and slice of the world. In my eyes, it is like a
magician's box, every time different people open it, there will be different surprises.
Every day, everyone experiences and realizes, and writing describes these different
experiences. I began to think of a book I had read in the past, A Rambling Tale of
Blindness. It represents a strange and bizarre story: a city suddenly appears in which
blindness rapidly spreads. Infected people are sent to quarantine, and people use
violence to monopolize the food supply of the quarantine area. Everything is full ofchaos, and with the sudden end of the blindness, human society has been in a mess.
From a rational point of view, it is difficult for such a story full of symbolism to
actually happen in our world, but when I opened this book, I had an uncanny feeling -
there is no doubt that I saw the shadow of the world in this book. People abandon
civilization for the sake of desire, show their cruelty in the darkness, and everything in
society begins to disintegrate, all of which is actually a dimension of the world. All
the symbolic things depicted in these books are also real: the disorder, the chaos, the
looting of resources, and the underlying malevolence of the human heart that we see
in the headlines and on the Internet every day. So, in fact, this book is describing the
world. There are long sentences that lack punctuation, and there are plots that are
based on ideas (blindness), which I see as the author's attempts to describe the world.
But if I coldly define writing as a description, then what am I writing for? Probably
for me, I describe and observe, and when I see the world from a descriptive
perspective, I can really see another dimension of the world, to feel another emotion
of one thing.
Because of this, I want to join this project to write seriously. Nowadays, school life is
busy and noisy, and I often forget the true meaning of writing and cannot relax.
People are chasing results, chasing entertainment, and often cannot stop to see the
world carefully. By joining this project, I will have a chance to get away from the
busy school environment, and I can also discuss the world through our eyes with other
people who also love writing. We describe, we write, and that's probably what writing
is about.