The mainstream writer of American Romanticism once presented an idea about beauty in his essay, Nature. Beauty emerges only when you encounter nature coincidently. It submerges into the depth of water if you manage to seek for it.
I totoaly agree with him.
Once I had a chance to be photographed in a photo studio, for my college required some photos by the time I was about to graduate, and the photographer started to give instructions as to how I should look, where I should look at, the position of my hat, my postures, or the smile on my face when I sat before the camera. I did as I was told and applied myself to the task of posing, or looking nice, but the harder I tried, the more awkward I looked in my photos. Utterly perplexed, an idea cropped up in my mind one day. I rushed to the photo studio and told the photographer not to give any instructions and to shoot the photo when I was unaware of it. That man was quite smart and he got my point immediately. Again I was sit before the camera, but this time he began by chatting with me something about my boyfriend. My current of thoughts was directed to a course which drew such fervor to my heart, though I was still looking at the camera. "Click", he snapped the photo, and he succeeded. Again and again he did the same thing, and I ended up with a pack of photos in which I looked wonderful. I was really delighted when I glanced throuh the photos.
The photographer captured the momentary beauty.
The same idea applies to writing as well, so I don't think we should re-write our works over and over again when the inspiration leaves us. One of these days, I read a part of the introduction to the book, The Idiot, and I learned that, unlike his friend, Turgenev, who never sat down to write any of his novels before he worked out a detailed plan of his novels, Dostoyevsky began with the main idea of his novel and never had a carefully worked-out plan of it or its characters. I can quite understand the way he wrote his novels. His inspirations and momentary emotions, which followed one by one in a flow, led him to write, so he never made plans beforehand, for he didn't quite know himself what would come into his head the next moment. He never attempted to create beauty, and beauty visited him almost each time he wrote. That is the reason why I always consider him as one of the most romantic writers I've ever read.


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