Chapter 29 Visiting Wang Meng (Second update, please vote for follow-up reading)
After dinner, Fang Minghua carried a net bag containing dates and apples - the apples were bought by himself. Since he was visiting Elders, you can’t go empty-handed, right?
Wang Meng lived in the family building of the Municipal Writers Association, located near Jinsong Road in Chaoyang. Fang Minghua took the bus and rushed to the nearby area. He asked around while walking and finally found this community.
It was a red brick building that was relatively popular in this era. Fang Minghua went up to the third floor of the middle building and knocked on the door on the right.
The person who opened the door was an aunt about fifty years old. Wearing glasses, she looked like an intellectual. She seemed to be Wang Meng's wife.
"Who are you?"
Wang Meng's wife, whose surname is Cui, is a teacher at a middle school in Yanjing. She looked at the young man standing at the door and asked.
"Hello, my name is Fang Minghua. I am an employee of Xijing's "Yanhe" magazine. I came to Yanjing for a meeting. I was entrusted by the editor-in-chief Dong Mo to visit Chairman Wang.
" Oh Dong Mo. "Teacher Cui showed a smile on his face and warmly welcomed Fang Minghua into the room. He also said that Wang Meng would be back after he passed.
Fang Minghua looked around the room.
The area is not large, about fifty or sixty square meters, and the furniture in the room is also very simple. The only thing that looks fashionable is the 14-inch TV placed in the living room.
Sitting on the cloth sofa, he quickly took out the jujubes and apples from his pocket and said that the jujubes were brought here for Dong Mo and the apples were bought by himself.
"Comrade Xiaofang, why are you so polite?" Teacher Cui smiled and took the fruit, and said: "The same goes for Dong Mo, who brings some jujubes to Lao Wang every year, knowing that he likes to eat them. They have been friends for more than ten years, and they are still like this.”
It seems that the relationship between the two is quite good.
"Comrade Xiaofang, what do you do in the magazine?" Teacher Cui asked while peeling an apple.
"I am in the security department, and my main job is to guard the gate."
"Look at the gate?" Teacher Cui stopped moving and looked at Fang Minghua, a little surprised: "The leader sent you to Yanjing for a meeting?"
"Actually, it's my personal matter. It was a poetry seminar held by "Contemporary" magazine." Fang Minghua briefly explained what happened.
“Oh, I really can’t tell, you actually won an award for writing a poem?! Teacher Cui praised me.
“It’s just a small poem. "Fang Minghua is very humble.
"That's not easy. It's not easy to win the Essay Award organized by "Contemporary" magazine and be tied with Bei Dao and others. No wonder Dong Mo values you so much."
Teacher Cui's meaning is obvious. If it wasn't for this relationship, Dong Mo wouldn't let him bring jujubes for him. Wouldn't he send them?
Although Mr. Cui teaches physics, he is also very interested in literature. Hearing that Fang Minghua is also a literary young man, he immediately started chatting about literature, and the two of them had a good time chatting.
Wang Meng came back not long after. While changing his shoes, he saw Fang Minghua and his wife sitting on the sofa. He smiled and said:
"Ruifang, I'm right outside the door. I heard you chatting so enthusiastically about literature with someone. It turns out that Comrade Xiao Fang from Xijing has come over. Dong Mo even called me specifically this afternoon. "
"Hello, Chairman Wang." Fang Minghua stood up quickly.
"Sit, sit" Wang Meng greeted, and then asked: "Is the poetry seminar over? What are your thoughts and feelings?"
"I think what they said is very good. They are all optimistic."
"Oh? You sound more pessimistic?"
"I'm not as optimistic as they are," Fang Minghua answered truthfully. "Tell me your reasons?" Wang Meng leaned towards this side, looking serious.
Fang Minghua originally said some points at the poetry seminar, but was afraid of causing an uproar. Now if Wang Meng asked this question, he wouldn't say it if it were another writer, but the other person is Wang Meng.
A rare enlightened writer in the literary world and an enlightened leader in the future.
He thought for a while and said, "Chairman Wang, you are studying Russian literature. You must have heard of the "Silver Age", right?"
"Yes, it was the Russian scholar N. An article entitled "The Silver Age" published by A. Ottrup in the Russian magazine "Number" published in Paris in 1933 proposed.
"He refers to the golden age of Russian literature that is different from the golden age of Russian literature created by literary giants such as Turgenev, Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, and Chekhov, with Blok, Bely, Gumilev, Represented by writers such as Akhmatova, their overall literary achievements are inferior to those of the Golden Age, so they are called the "Silver Age". "Chairman Wang, you are so right!" Fang Minghua! After a little flattery, he continued:
"In my opinion, poetry in the twentieth century, especially in the first half of the century, is the most glorious golden age in human history. It breaks through national, racial and The boundaries of language have gained an unprecedented international vision and corresponding international influence. It is in this sense that there is so-called international poetry.
“This golden age of poetry is undoubtedly related to the industrial revolution. , "Death of God", revolution and autocracy, two world wars, Nazi concentration camps, the Great Purge, and the atomic bomb, which are all related to the deepest darkness in human history. ”
“Great poetry is like spiritual fission releasing huge energy, and its rumbling echo reaches us through the mists of time. Perhaps due to overconsumption, poetry has begun to decline around the world since the end of World War II.
The mediocrity of middle-class life is killing imagination; consumerism brings entertainment while destroying passion...
A famous physicist once said that the first half of the twentieth century was also the golden age of physics. , followed by the Silver Age. I guess there will be an era of scrap metal after that. ”
“We in China have experienced that special period. Poetry has been booming since the late 1970s. Now a large number of outstanding poets have emerged, represented by Bei Dao, Gu Cheng, and Shu Ting. I think Chinese poetry has entered his golden age. "
"Listen to what you said, the Silver Age is about to enter? "Wang Meng asked rhetorically.
"Yes, although the golden age is gorgeous, it will eventually come to an end. With the development of social culture, economy, and especially the economy, I think the creative trend of poets will become and are different. ”
"What are the main aspects?"
"First: Poetry will accommodate more complex social experiences, anti-sublime, anti-ideal will gradually replace the current sublime, greatness, and ideal promotion."
< br>"Second: Poetry shrinks toward personal experience and feelings, becoming more personal, life-oriented, and colloquial
Fang Minghua talked eloquently, and Wang Meng's face became more serious the more he listened.
etc. After he finished speaking, he asked: "Xiao Fang, did you express these views at the seminar? ”
"No." Fang Minghua shook his head.
"That's right. If you say it in public, it will cause an uproar and may bring some unnecessary trouble."
Wang Meng's words are meaningful. .
Of course Fang Minghua understands.
The other person is not an ordinary writer. He has insight into world affairs and has a very high political acumen.
"Xiao Fang, if you are so pessimistic about poetry, will you still write poetry in the future?" Wang Meng asked again.
“Compared with writing poetry, I prefer writing novels.”
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