Chapter 590 Poet Yu Guangzhong and Haizi
In the past two days, he has been busy going to the train station or airport to pick up people and judges from all over the country.
These are all big names in the literary world, and they are all relatively old. Picking them up by car is not only convenient but also a kind of etiquette.
Actually, it stands to reason that he does not need to do this himself, but Zhang Yanqian and others in the jury office do not know how to drive, and it would be a sign of respect to go there himself.
This afternoon, he went to the airport to pick up Taiwanese poet Yu Guangzhong.
Yu Guangzhong is not only a famous poet but also a famous prose writer. Liang Shiqiu once commented: "Yu Guangzhong writes poetry with his right hand and prose with his left hand. His achievements are unparalleled in his life."
Of course, his works are mainly spread in the mainland. poetry.
"Nostalgia", "Four Rhymes of Nostalgia", "Looking for Li Bai", etc. are widely circulated in the mainland.
In the waiting hall, Fang Minghua was holding a sign, and soon he saw a gray-haired old man, and a young man next to him - his student and assistant.
It should be him.
Before Fang Minghua came to this era, he had seen photos of Yu Guangzhong on the Internet. He was very thin.
He hurried over holding the sign, and the other party also saw him coming.
“Are you Mr. Yu Guangzhong?” Fang Minghua took the initiative.
"I am, who are you?"
"I am Fang Minghua, welcome, welcome." Fang Minghua stretched out his right hand.
Their hands were clasped together.
"Mr. Fang, you have a formidable future." Yu Guangzhong sighed: "At such a young age, you can organize such a big event to promote Chinese writing to the world. It's amazing!"
"Where? Mr. Yu, we have to thank you, the older generation, for your support for our younger generations. You have worked hard all the way.”
There were no “three links” in this era. Yu Guangzhong took a plane to Xiangjiang and then passed the border. Later, he took a flight to Shenzhen and rushed to Xijing.
After hearing Fang Minghua’s words, Yu Guangzhong smiled heartily: “It’s worth the hard work to go home!”
Of course Fang Minghua understood what he meant by these words.
I moved to Taiwan with my family in 1950 and have not been back for more than 40 years!
In the early 1970s, Yu Guang, who had not been to the mainland for more than 20 years, was deeply homesick and wrote "Nostalgia" in his old residence on Xiamen Street in Taipei.
When I was a child
Nostalgia is a small stamp
I am here
My mother is there
There are four paragraphs in total, but I heard that Yu Guangzhong later added a fifth paragraph:
And in the future,
Nostalgia is a long bridge,
I'll go to that end,
You come to this end!
For more than 40 years, this poem has been widely recited among Chinese people at home and abroad.
Follow Fang Minghua out of the terminal, get into the off-road vehicle and drive towards the city.
In the car, Yu Guangzhong sat in the back seat and looked through the car window at the busy traffic outside.
Fang Minghua drove the car and asked with a smile: "Mr. Yu, is this your first time coming to Xijing?"
"Yes, I was born in Nanjing. When I was young, I studied at Jinling University, and then I transferred to Xiamen University and mostly stayed in the Jiangnan area. I didn’t come to Xijing. I didn’t see that this was once the capital of the Tang Dynasty.” Over the Tang Dynasty."
Fang Minghua sang the popular verse as he spoke.
The wine went into the intestines, and seven parts turned into moonshine
The remaining three points whistled into sword energy
As soon as Xiu Mou spit out, half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty went from Kaiyuan to Tianbao, from Luoyang to Xianyang
Yu Guangzhong listened and laughed loudly Laughing: "The poet has not arrived yet, but now I have arrived! I will definitely go see the Terracotta Warriors and Horses and Huaqing Pool. Even though I am old, my legs and feet are still strong. I must climb the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. The spring breeze will bring joy to my horse's hoofs. One day See all the flowers in Chang'an!
It's really good to be strong.
"Okay, I will accompany you to climb the Big Wild Goose Pagoda!"
The two were chatting, and the topic suddenly changed from the corner of my eye: "Mr. Fang, Haizi, the author of "Haizi's Selected Poems", will come to participate in this event. Literary Award Ceremony? "
It turns out that according to the arrangements of the judges' office, the final review meeting of the judges is expected to take ten days to select the winning works in the five major categories, and will not be published in the newspaper immediately.
Two days after the conference, the first World Chinese Literature Award Ceremony will be held. The authors of the 25 shortlisted works will be invited to attend the ceremony, and the awards will be announced on the spot by award-winning guests.
Haizi’s anthology of poems has been shortlisted, so he is naturally invited.
Now, when Yu Guangzhong asked about this, Fang Minghua's expression darkened, and he said truthfully: "Haizi's current situation is not very good. Our office has not received a reply that he wants to come to the meeting."
Finished , Fang Minghua briefly explained Haizi’s condition, and he was still being treated in Yanjing Hospital.
After hearing this, Yu Guangzhong expressed regrets repeatedly: "This Mr. Haizi, his poems are full of romanticism, and they are catchy to read. He is simply a genius in writing poetry!"
"Old Yu , according to you, this collection of poems by Haizi is better than "Moonlight House" by Mr. Love?"
"Haha, of course "Moonlight House" is also good, and it was rated as an excellent book for primary and secondary school students in Taiwan. Extracurricular readings, but Love is old like me and lacks the passion of young people. Poems convey emotions and songs sing aspirations! Without passion, I don’t think you can write good poetry.” Yu Guangzhong finished. Also added:
"Mr. Fang, don't let these words reach Love's ears. He will come to my house to settle the score with me." He laughed loudly after saying this.
“There’s something going on!” Fang Minghua was secretly happy.
Among the 13 judges, the real poet is Yu Guangzhong. He plays a decisive role in which poetry collection will eventually win the grand prize.
Sending Yu Guangzhong and his assistant to Tangcheng Hotel to make arrangements, Fang Minghua went downstairs to the front desk and dialed a phone number, which was to Xichuan in Yanjing.
Of course I asked about Haizi.
"Xichuan, can Haizi come to Yanjing to attend the award ceremony?" Fang Minghua asked directly without beating around the bush.
“I communicated with Yihe’s doctor at the hospital. The doctor said that his condition is basically under control and he is about to meet the standards for discharge. However, he has been feeling a little depressed recently and doesn’t want to eat. I don’t know what to think.”< br>
Fang Minghua sighed after hearing this: "Why don't you come? Maybe it will be better if you see the poems he likes."
"That's fine. In this case, I'll ask for leave to accompany him to Yanjing. It’s more appropriate.”
“Okay, thank you for your hard work. Call me when you come.”
"Okay, bye."
After hanging up the phone, Fang Minghua sighed softly.
Fang Minghua has paid attention to this information since Haizi committed suicide and was rescued and sent to a mental hospital.
Schizophrenia is a disease that is difficult to cure and cannot be completely cured. However, through timely diagnosis and treatment, about half of the patients can achieve clinical cure or basic cure and regain their ability to work and take care of themselves.
I hope Haizi recovers soon.
Wang Meng, Feng Mu, Qian Zhongshu, Liu Yichang and others came one after another, and literary superstars gathered in Xijing.
On April 6, Monday, the final selection for the first World Chinese Literature Award kicked off.
(End of this chapter)