Adou’s Dream | Fang Fang: “Wuhan Diary” is the greatest honor of my life

Title image: On the eve of the Lunar New Year in the Year of the Dragon, a reader from the Garden sent fresh flowers to Teacher Fang Fang at the courtyard of the Hubei Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

【Editor’s Note】Four years ago, on January 25th, Teacher Fang Fang began recording the Wuhan Diary in Wuhan. That day was the first day of the Lunar New Year.
A Day Before the EpidemicAuthor: Fang Fang A day before the epidemic, we were cycling on the East Lake Greenway. A colleague received a call saying that the Chinese Writers Association wanted a self-introduction video of mine and was urging me. The colleague said, should we shoot one here? Then we had to stop the car and start shooting.

It happened suddenly, and I hadn’t organized my language well. I’m not good at boasting in front of the camera, after all, I’ve never been a teacher. So, amidst the half-mocking, half-laughing of several colleagues, I filmed two segments hesitantly. Naturally, it was also filmed by colleagues with their mobile phones. Then I just handed it in as homework. Later, I don’t know who did the editing. During the epidemic, I don’t know who posted it online. That’s how it went. I saw this during the epidemic, and I was a little surprised.

Thanks to the friends of the Garden, they found this video again today and re-posted it online as a commemoration. Because I have been busy with self-driving travel recently, I rarely go online. It was my brother who discovered it first. Four years ago, I did start the epidemic record today (mainly because the magazine “Harvest” commissioned me to write on this day four years ago. If they had commissioned me two days earlier, I might have written two days earlier. Haha.). I didn’t plan to write every day at first. Because I didn’t write anything the day before four years ago, and the day after four years ago, I happened to write two articles. It’s also a coincidence. I probably thought: write if there’s something to write, and stop if there’s nothing to write.

I didn’t expect that Wuhan at that time suddenly entered the most tragic period of the epidemic. Things happened every day. So there were daily records. I didn’t expect that some netizens, for the convenience of others, compiled all the previous records, and named them “Fang Fang’s Lockdown Diary” and published them online. So there was the term “diary”. A scholar studying abroad criticized me, saying that the diary should be kept in one’s own drawer. I can only sneer at him. Because I myself didn’t know that this record would become a “diary”.

However, now, I’m too lazy to say more, and it’s useless to say more (how many people have been banned because of me!). Whether it’s those who curse me or those who praise me, or those who want to use □ Fang’s hand to suppress my peers, or □ Fang itself, who wanted to fix me, I can only be a passive recipient. I think this is life. Fortunately, I used to be a loader, with a strong back and broad shoulders. Whenever I look down and see many colleagues living under the bottom line with relish, I always remind myself that I must not fall to their level.

However, there is one sentence that must be said: “Wuhan Diary” is the greatest honor of my life. Although it came unintentionally. But it just came, didn’t it? Not everyone has the opportunity to experience such a dramatic and absurd online violence, nor can everyone withstand the wind and rain from top to bottom and from bottom to top, like filth. I was fortunate enough to encounter it and withstand it. Now I am still living well, still firmly holding onto my beliefs and working hard to do what I like. Four years have passed, and I have always been grateful that I did this. Looking back, especially so. Thinking that without this record, even a person like me who experienced it firsthand would forget many details completely. So, compared to this honor, what are those low-level curses and the falling stones of my peers? What does it matter that I can’t publish and publish works? However, I also really want to thank all my friends and my colleagues who support me. Thank you for your continuous flowers, thank you for your constant meals.

This is very important, okay! (Welcome to leave a message under the video number)【About the Author】Fang Fang: Original name Wang Fang, born in Nanjing, Jiangsu, now living in Wuhan, a contemporary Chinese female writer, representative works “Under the Time of Water”, “Ten Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart”, “Scenery”, the latest long novel “Is Without Equal”. This article is authorized by the author to be published.