Chapter 26 Going to Yanjing to attend a seminar
The girl said in the letter that she liked the song "Premonition" very much.
“Many readers say that it writes about the feeling of first love for boys and girls. Teacher Minghua, is this the feeling of first love? I haven’t been in love yet.”
This?
It’s really hard to answer.
As an old man who has traveled through time, first love? That was a long, long time ago.
“It should be.” He wrote in his reply: “What does first love feel like? Just like someone wrote:
Leaning on the railing and waiting for her to appear/The once lively scenery Suddenly there was no trace/I was busy putting the bicycle at the intersection/In order to see her more clearly in the rain/The story I made up in my mind when waiting for someone was different from usual/If I drank too much, I would talk longer than usual/Waiting for someone I don’t know if the story I made up is true or false/It feels like drinking
Li Li received the letter and found a quiet place to open it alone. She looked at it carefully and read it. Suddenly he was a little crazy
Fang Minghua soon received the award certificate and remittance form from "Contemporary" magazine, and there was also an invitation letter. The award-winning authors, including him, went to Yanjing to participate in "Contemporary". 》The poetry seminar organized by the magazine mainly discusses the new situations and issues emerging in poetry at this stage and its future development trends.
Going to Yanjing for a meeting to discuss poetry?
Fang Minghua doesn’t want to go.
What is there to study about poetry?
Now it is as gorgeous as a summer flower, but it eventually died. Ten years later, after Haizi committed suicide by lying on the train, the poetry also died.
But somehow Dong Mo found out about this. That afternoon, Fang Minghua invited three leaders of the editorial department, Chen Zhongshi, Jia Pingwa and others to eat mutton dip. After that, Dong Mo stopped him specifically. .
"Xiao Fang, you'd better go to this seminar. "Contemporary" is a very famous magazine in our country and has great influence. Why don't you make some more friends? Yanjing is our political and cultural center, and Xijing is in a corner. Yes. Well, if you go to visit a friend of mine, bring something for me."
"Who is your friend?" Fang Minghua asked curiously.
"Wang Meng is the one who wrote "Long Live Youth"."
"Wang Meng is your friend?!" Fang Minghua was very shocked.
"I was transferred to Xijiang for a few years. Wang Meng and I were in the same brigade, and we had a good relationship." Dong Mo said lightly.
Damn it!
A big shot in the literary world.
"Okay, I'll go." Fang Minghua agreed immediately.
This thigh is very thick, I can hug it as much as I can.
"Work hard, I'm very optimistic about you." After saying that, Dong Mo left on his bicycle.
Looking at Dong Mo's retreating figure, Fang Minghua felt very grateful.
This is a secret attempt to guide oneself.
Since he had to take leave to go to Yanjing, Fang Minghua reported to the leaders of the society. The leaders also agreed with an enlightened stroke of a pen and promised to reimburse the round trip expenses.
Tolerance!
Haha, even if it is a trip to Yanjing.
But since it is a seminar, everyone has to speak, so you have to prepare well.
What is the development trend of domestic poetry?
Death.
Now is considered the golden age of poetry, and in the 1990s it was the silver age. After Haizi committed suicide, he announced that poetry had entered the bronze age, followed by the most trashy black iron age. Fang Minghua spent two nights and wrote thousands of words eloquently, describing the future development trend of domestic poetry.
No doubt, this is all true.
Also, I went to Yanjing for a week and couldn’t come back. On this weekend, Fang Minghua went to Western University to take a correspondence class. By the way, he asked for leave from the teacher, saying that his work unit asked him to go to Yanjing for a meeting. What exactly? There will be no need to show off.
It is common for employees to go on business trips, and the teacher will quickly approve it.
On the morning of the 29th, Fang Minghua put on clean clothes, which were actually imitation 65-style green military uniforms. He was carrying an old bag containing a gift from Dong Mo to Wang Meng - a bag of dog-head dates.
Then he took the bus and rushed to Xijing Railway Station, carrying his yellow satchel that he never left behind.
Soon after entering the station, he saw a green train parked quietly on the tracks. Fang Minghua bought a hard seat and, of course, a hard sleeper.
Of course, the more advanced ones include soft sleepers, and there is a red carpet in the carriage. Fang Minghua can only envy him.
He suddenly remembered a passage in "The Ordinary World".
“Most of the soft seats in the train sleepers are occupied by these businessmen with a lot of RMB in their waists. These people wear rough suits and have ties around their necks that are as wrinkled as dead snakes. Speaking in jealous Mandarin and wearing dirty leather shoes, he stepped confidently into the red-carpeted soft-bed room. "
But this era seems to have not yet appeared. You can't buy it without a letter of introduction from your employer. , let alone sit down, even if you want to go in and see something new.
Fang Minghua curiously walked to the door of the soft sleeper compartment, but was scolded away by a train conductor wearing a blue uniform and red sleeves. He had no choice but to return to his seat.
There are quite a lot of people in the carriage. Judging from their clothes, most of them are cadres and workers on business trips, and there are also soldiers. A few are like farmers. The first generation of migrant workers have begun to appear. .
Fang Minghua's seat is by the aisle, and there is a young man standing next to him, about the same age as him, carrying a yellow satchel, with his hair parted in the middle, and two pens stuck on his chest, looking elegant.
It seemed that he didn't buy a seat ticket. This situation is so common these days, Fang Minghua didn't care.
However, the young man actually took out a book from his yellow satchel and leaned on his seat to look at it with interest. The noise around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.
This made Fang Minghua a little curious, and he pretended not to pay attention and took a look.
It turned out to be a collection of poems "Selected Poems of Heine"!
Unexpectedly, I met a literary young man on the train.
But Fang Minghua did not disturb the other party.
The train is heading east, and most of the day has passed. Night has fallen, and there is only darkness outside, with occasional lights.
It's late at night.
There was only a faint light, and along with the rhythmic clang of the train, the passengers fell asleep safely.
But Fang Minghua couldn't sleep. The sound of the train reminded him of many past events. It was intertwined with reality and he felt like he was in a trance. Finally, he fell asleep slowly.
When he woke up, Fang Minghua didn't know what time it was, and found the young man next to him sitting on the ground in the aisle of the carriage, reading a book seriously under the dim light.
What a young man who loves reading.
Fang Minghua sighed in his heart.
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