Chapter 517 Title the magazine
Suddenly I remembered another master of prose, Yu Qiuyu.
Don’t look at his character but only his articles. His prose is indeed unique, especially the book "Cultural Journey", which uses landscapes and scenery to seek the soul of culture and the true meaning of life, and explore the historical destiny of Chinese culture and Chinese literati personality.
It only appeared after the 1990s, and it has already become a sensation. Fang Minghua also likes it, although there are many flaws in it.
Actually, it was not Yu Qiuyu who was the first to get involved in this field. Scholars had written about it as early as the 1980s. Two old scholars, Jin Kemu and Zhang Zhongxing, one wrote "Swallows Peck at Spring Mud" and the other "Miscellaneous Words of Negative Xuan" is a typical work of this type of prose, but it is not as famous as Yu Qiuyu.
Fang Minghua has seen such things.
Let’s try writing too?
"Minghua, it's time to go!" Lu Yao's voice woke him up from his thoughts. When he looked back, he saw three people waiting for him.
He quickly followed up and walked out of the exhibition hall gate.
"Editor Fang, I heard from Chairman Lu that you are very knowledgeable about calligraphy. No wonder you were fascinated when you saw the word Gunxue." Xu Yue said.
"These two characters belong to the Han Dynasty. The character "gun" has a dynamic feel when it is stroked and stroked, while the character "雪" has a static texture." Fang Minghua said.
After practicing calligraphy for the past two years, my handwriting is not very good, but my appreciation of calligraphy has improved rapidly.
After hearing this, Xu Yue suddenly thought of an idea.
"Editor Fang, you are indeed proficient in calligraphy. Otherwise, can you write a word for our "Chinese and Foreign Documentary Literature" magazine?"
"What word?"
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"It's just a few words about Chinese and foreign documentary literature. We will change the cover from the next issue."
Xu Yue thought about it.
Although he has never seen Fang Minghua's calligraphy, he heard from Lu Yao that he usually practices calligraphy at home, so it's not much different.
More importantly, Fang Minghao is now the vice chairman of the Qin Provincial Writers Association and a director of the Chinese Writers Association. He is still under 30 years old and has huge room for advancement.
If he writes a magazine title, it will definitely be the best advertisement!
Better than writing a piece of reportage!
The more Xu Yue thought about it, the more excited she became, but Fang Minghua smiled bitterly and quickly waved his hand to refuse.
You can appreciate your own calligraphy at home, or can you coax a foreigner like Emily to write the title of a book in someone else’s journal?
I wonder how many people are joking behind their backs?
Absolutely not.
But Xu Yue couldn't help but begged, and finally Lu Yao joined in and asked Fang Minghua to write a picture. As friends, we should help each other.
As a last resort, Fang Minghua had no choice but to agree, saying that he would practice these words carefully when he went back and try to write them more beautifully before writing the inscription.
In the evening, Factory Director Tang and his leadership team held a banquet for three people in the guest house of the pharmaceutical factory. Fang Minghua and the others came to the private room. Director Tang did not invite a few people to sit down, as if they were waiting for someone.
At this time, a staff member hurriedly walked in and whispered a few words in front of Director Tang.
Director Tang nodded after hearing what the other party said clearly and said with a smile: "Chairman Fang, Chairman Lu, Deputy Commissioner Cui, who is in charge of culture and education in our regional administration, is here to visit you."
Oops
A prefecture-level leader came!
Fang Minghua and Lu Yao immediately looked at Xu Yue. Did they agree not to alert the officials?
Xu Yue quickly said that he did not notify the local government himself, and he was still confused now.
"Everyone, don't guess. I contacted the relevant leaders of the regional administration." Director Tang smiled heartily: "The two are famous writers and the vice presidents of our province's Writers Association. Chairman Fang is also the National Writers Association. Director, how can I come to Tianhan so quietly? If I let the administrative leaders know about it in the future, they will definitely criticize me. It is better to report to the leaders first."
Alas.
It’s like this everywhere.
Especially in this province, you can’t go anywhere else freely, and you are always accompanied by local leaders.
The same seems to be true today.
"Later, everyone, we will greet you." After speaking, Director Tang led the leadership team out of the private room, and the group walked in not long after.
The person walking in front was a man in his fifties wearing a suit. Fang Minghua didn't recognize him, he was probably Commissioner Cui, but there was a man behind him who he knew well.
Wang Peng, director of the Qin Provincial Writers Association, chairman of the Tianhan Writers Association, editor-in-chief of the Tianhan regional literary journal "Gunxue", author of the novels "Mountain Sacrifice" and "Water Burial", and short story collection "Rape Flowers" Open Night" etc.
Director Tang introduced them, and Commissioner Cui shook hands with the three of them one by one.
"Welcome to Tianhan, especially the two great writers. On behalf of the regional municipal committee and administrative office, I welcome you!"
A few people exchanged greetings, and Fang Minghua and the others shook hands with them. , everyone is seated. Commissioner Cui's name was Cui Xinting, and he insisted on letting Lu Yao or Fang Minghua sit at the head of the table, so the two naturally gave in. In the end, Cui Xinting sat at the head of the banquet, with Fang Minghua and Lu Yao sitting on both sides.
On the other side of Fang Minghua is Wang Peng.
"Chairman Fang, if you and Chairman Lu come to Tianhan, no one else will tell you. At least you should inform me, right? We are a family." Wang Peng complained in a low voice.
"Notify you? I told you about you, can you promise not to tell the regional leaders?" Fang Minghua rolled his eyes at him.
“Hehe.” Wang Peng smiled in a low voice: “No, it’s still the same.”
Fang Minghua was speechless.
The banquet will begin as soon as everyone arrives, and the dishes will be local specialties.
The Tianhan area borders the Qinling Mountains to the north and the Bashan Mountains to the south. There are many birds and animals in the mountains. There is no concept of animal protection these days. Bear paws, pheasant meat, and salamander are all game!
Just listen to Cui Xinting say: "These vegetables are all harvested in the mountains and caught in the water. We will not drink Wuliangye today, just drink our local wine! Although it is not as famous as Wuliangye, the quality is very good!" "
After saying that, a waiter came up with a blue and white porcelain jar. Fang Minghua took a look, what a guy, it can hold three kilograms!
"This is the puree from our Chenggu Winery. It is a special supply and cannot be bought on the market. Today I specially brought it for a few great writers to try."
When Cui Xinting finished speaking, the waiter immediately He took out the wine dispenser, poured out the wine from the blue and white porcelain jars, and then filled everyone's wine glasses.
Lu Yao couldn't drink, so he specially prepared Jianlibao for him - this is a very popular drink now.
"Chenggu Winery is a well-known enterprise in our area and a large profit and tax company. Now we all drink this when entertaining guests. How does it taste?"
Fang Minghua picked up the wine glass and tasted it.
"Yes, it is comparable to Wuliangye." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"Chairman Lu can't drink today. Chairman Fang and Editor Xu, please drink more today." Cui Xinting said.
"Commissioner Cui, to tell you the truth, I often drink Chenggu wine at home." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"Oh?"
"Wu Jianye, the director of Chenggu Winery, is also a comrade of my uncle, we know each other." Fang Minghua explained.
"Oh, yes, I remembered it, a life of love, a glass of wine, Chenggu Tequ! This is the advertisement of their winery in your magazine!"
"Yes, Director Wu is indeed a capable person. People who do things,” Fang Minghua said.
"Since you are so familiar with Factory Director Wu, why don't I call him over tomorrow!" Cui Xinting said again.
"No, no," Fang Minghua said hurriedly: "Director Wu will drink as soon as he comes. I am ashamed of his drinking capacity."
Everyone laughed after hearing this.
Chenggu Winery is a major local profit and tax company, so many leaders in the county and even regional offices know this person.
He is really famous for his drinking.
Everyone chatted and soon started talking about the three-person trip to China.
When Cui Xinting heard that Lu Yao came to Tianhan mainly to research companies and write a reportage, he nodded repeatedly.
“It’s a good thing, a good thing! Our Tianhan enterprise should be well publicized! Tianhan is a place with inconvenient transportation and lack of information. Thank you for eating. In this day and age, we are not afraid of the aroma of wine in the past. The idea of deep alleys is already outdated and should be vigorously promoted!”
"Chairman Lu, I know you don't drink now, so let's do this. You drink tea and I drink, and I toast you. Thank you for your support for the economic development of our Tianhan area enterprises!"
Cui Xinting is indeed sincere. .
Nowadays, leaders from various places are really working hard for local economic development.
After the two had a drink, Cui Xinting asked Fang Minghua again: "Chairman Fang, what calligraphy treasures are you going to leave behind?"
(End of this chapter)