Chapter 67 Poetry and the Distance
The slow autumn light splashes among the leaves, covering the entire lakeside in a golden luster, like an oil painting, the ground is covered with delicate yellow.
Luo Yihe, Bai Ruoxue and others quietly watched Fang Yan motionless, pinching their chins, like a meditating sculpture.
"Yan..."
Su Ya reminded: "Ahem, "Weiming Lake" will only start typesetting in five days, we don't need it right away."
Fang Yan didn't seem to hear him, and his mind was running rapidly.
The first thing that came to mind was "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming" by Haizi, followed closely by Xi Murong, Lin Qingxuan...
But in the end, I set my sights on Wang Guozhen.
This influential poet once set off a whirlwind of "Wang Guozhen fever". Many people's enlightenment and love for poetry began with him.
More importantly, Wang Guozhen is not a poet of spoken poetry.
His poems are only colloquial, and have the flavor of chicken soup for the soul. It is precisely these days, being shrouded in poetry such as "Misty Poetry", that the atmosphere in the entire poetry world is a bit depressed and a bit heavy.
We are in need of this kind of positive energy "Chicken Soup for the Soul"!
So, Wang Guozhen stepped into this trend and became famous for a while.
Even at the beginning of the 21st century, this kind of chicken soup for the soul is very popular, such as Carnegie's "Human Weakness".
“I don’t think about success...”
Under the expectation of everyone, Fang Yan took the first step.
“Since I have chosen poetry and distance, I only care about the wind and rain.”
In the first sentence, especially when “Poetry and Distance” appeared, the crowd instantly became commotion, and even shouted subconsciously made a sound.
"Quiet! Quiet!"
Su Ya reminded repeatedly, keep quiet.
Bai Ruoxue stared at Fang Yan unblinkingly, and saw him taking the third step, and at the same time he said in a measured tone:
"I don't think about whether I can win love, since I love thorns and roses, Just speak out your sincerity bravely..."
Every time you say a word, take a step forward.
Until the sixth step, Fang Yan stood still and said slowly:
“I don’t think about whether the future will be flat or muddy. As long as you love life, everything will be expected! ”
Bai Ruoxue was greatly surprised. She savored this poem carefully, like a fresh autumn wind blowing in front of her face, it was very cool.
A kind of simplicity that is completely different from the misty poetry!
A unique poetic style? !
Thinking of this, my whole body was shocked and shocked.
“Ruoxue, is this poem good?”
Tang Shengnan saw the crowd fell into silence.
"Okay!"
Bai Ruoxue pondered for a moment, "This poem alone contains the four themes of ideals, career, love and the future, and it is given directly without beating around the bush. "Yes!"
"It's true!"
Tang Shengnan nodded knowingly.
The Yan University students around them were also thoughtful.
Bai Ruoxue commented in a low voice: "It is neither mysterious nor obscure. It is concise and easy to understand, but it is also relevant and natural. It has strong appeal and can leave a deep impression on people immediately."
“Indeed, I like it best The first sentence. "
Tang Shengnan said: "I don't think about success. Since I have chosen poetry and distance, I only care about the wind and rain."
"His poem is placed in "The Future". "Famous Lake" has profound meaning. "
Bai Ruoxue narrowed her eyes, "Although the magazine is about to cease publication, it does not mean that the poet's career is over. The distance of poetry is there, but this time, it will be a storm."
"Oh!"
Although Tang Shengnan doesn’t understand , but was shocked: "Okay, he obviously knows how to write, but he lied and said he was not good at it."
"He didn't lie, he said he was not good at writing hazy poems. This one is true." Not hazy either.”
Bai Ruoxue smiled.
"Ruoxue, you speak for him again!"
Tang Shengnan pursed his lips.
“These are the words of justice!”
Bai Ruoxue raised her chin and looked at Fang Yan.
At this moment, the students who had come back to their senses were talking a lot.
"Why does this poem feel so weird?"
"Why is it weird? You are used to hearing misty poems, right."
"Yes, although it is not a misty poem, give me a It’s a very powerful feeling, but it also feels like a slogan.”
“That’s good, but can this really be considered poetry?”
“…”< br>
Listening to someone criticizing his younger brother, Fang Hongjing stared:
"Just tell me whether this poem is good or not!"
"Good...good..."
< br>Everyone shrank their heads, and some boldly said:
"Well, teacher, you read it too fast just now, and everyone didn't remember it all. Can you please read it again?"
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"I'll write to you."
Dialect said: "Do you have paper and pen?"
"Here it is!"
Luo Yihe immediately handed over the pen and pen Book, "Teacher Fang, what is the name of the poem just now?"
""Love Life"."
Dialect said as he wrote, in fact, he made some slight changes to Wang Guozhen's poem. It was originally "Since I have chosen a distant place, I will only care about the wind and rain", but I changed it to "Poetry and Distance".
Luo Yihe recited it several times, and then vowed to put this poem on the front page of "Weiming Lake".
Fang Yan smiled and just wrote "Yanzi" on his signature. If you want to promote it, just promote this "Yanzi".
What you want to arrest is Lu Xun, what does it have to do with me, Zhou Shuren!
Everyone agreed wholeheartedly. After all, it is normal for a writer to have multiple pen names. Therefore, students who asked for his signature all got the signature "Yanzi".
There was a commotion, and after a long time, the crowd dispersed.
"Sister Hong, Yanzi, please wait." Su Ya was going to take them for a walk around the Yanda campus, although the typesetting and printing of "Weiming Lake" was imminent.
"No, Xiaoya, go ahead and do your business, Yanzi and I can just stroll around."
Fang Hong waved her hand and waited with Su Ya People say goodbye.
"Hey, it's you!"
Fang Yan hadn't walked a few steps when he noticed Tang Shengnan and the two of them, "I couldn't find you just now. I thought you had left."
"We Bring you here, I have to take you out. I just heard you say that you want to take a tour of Yan University?"
Bai Ruoxue said with a smile: "Do you need us to be a guide?"
"Why is this so embarrassing?"
Fang Yan shook his head.
“Take me once to take you with me, take me to take you with me twice, and take me with you all the way.” Bai Ruoxue smiled, “Can I ask you a few questions on the way?”
“ I can’t answer every question.”
< br>"The question is very simple. The poem you just read is very unique, easy to understand, and catchy. If you were asked to give this style of poetry a name, what would you call it?"
"Chicken Soup" Poetry, what do you think?”
"Chicken Soup Poems?!"
"Yes, there are doggerel poems in ancient times, and chicken soup poems in contemporary times."
Dialect explained "Chicken Soup for the Soul" roughly.
“You are quite good at joking.”
Bai Ruoxue couldn’t laugh or cry, “How about calling it ‘colloquial’, which is also in line with the simple, lively and catchy style of this poem?”
"Poetry is not about being as concise as it should be. The key is whether it can be expressed clearly and directly touch people's hearts."
Fang Yan turned his head and looked at her.
The poetry at this time was basically not colloquial.
In the poetry world, hazy poetry is still all the rage.
But things must be reversed at the extremes. Precisely because Menglong poetry is obscure and difficult to understand, it is becoming more and more niche, excluding the public who want to get started and like poetry. They are becoming more and more dissatisfied with Menglong poetry, and finally a counter trend breaks out. , also called the "Third Generation Poetry Movement".
Wang Xiaolong's "Memorial", "I want to be a good husband, but the red sausage is always sold out", the spoken word poem came into being.
Originally I just wanted to oppose Mengyu Shi, but I didn’t expect that I would use too much force, overcorrect, and run all the way towards saliva.
So much so that it changed from "colloquial poetry" to "nonsense", "pear style", "shit and piss", and there is no turning back.
However, the third generation poets have been expelling Wang Guozhen from the poetry book. They feel that Wang Guozhen is not worthy of being with them, let alone being called a poet. Therefore, the title of "Founder of Spoken Poetry" is not worthy of his title. to the head of Tongues.
“So, you also have opinions on Misty Poetry?”
Bai Ruoxue stared at him closely.
Fang Yan did not answer but asked instead: "You have been talking about hazy poetry, so I would like to ask you, what is the theory and definition of hazy poetry? Which poets can be considered hazy poets?"
< br>"Of course it's Gucheng, Shuting, Jianghe, Beidao..."
Tang Shengnan couldn't go on when he mentioned the sixth person.
“Look, after a long time of fussing, I still don’t know which poets are hazy poets and which are not.”
Fang Yan spread his hands.
Who is the misty poet? The earliest one can be traced back to 1982.
The mimeographed version of "Selected Misty Poems" of the Department of Chinese Language and Literature of Liaoning University includes works by 12 people including Shu Ting, Mang Ke, Bei Dao, Gucheng, and Jiang He. Only then did the list of the first batch of misty poets be determined. .
"What you said makes sense."
Bai Ruoxue's eyes flickered.
"Actually, if I were the editor-in-chief of "Weiming Lake", in this last issue, I would have a special topic on Mengwu poetry anthology, select a group of representative works of Mengwu poets, create a big momentum, and tell the poetry world that the real What kind of hazy poetry is it?”
The dialect said casually.
"This is such a good idea! As expected of the editor of "Yanjing Literature", so professional!" Bai Ruoxue was surprised and happy.
“Where, where.”
Fang Yan waved his hand.
"Can we borrow this idea from Poetry Exploration?" Bai Ruoxue's playful face showed a sly smile.
“Are you exploring poetry?”
Fang Yan was startled.
"Ruoxue is the assistant editor of "Poetry Exploration", and she is the only student recruited by Teacher Xie Mian personally..."
Tang Shengnan introduced her with a hint of desire to win. , which can be regarded as a small "revenge" on Fang Yan for hiding his identity from them.
"It's true that the real person doesn't show his face."
Fang Yan couldn't help but sigh.
"The same goes for you, Teacher Dialect, let's get to know each other again."
Bai Ruoxue introduced herself generously.
Fang Yan was about to open his mouth when he suddenly heard shouts, "Just now at Weiming Lake, there was a poet named 'Yanzi' who wrote a very weird poem, come on Look!”
"Read quickly! Read quickly!"
"I don't think about success."
"Since I have chosen poetry and distance, I only care about the wind and rain..."
Colloquial poetry is so catchy.
The image is also simple and clear, and it immediately opened a hole in the Yanda campus shrouded in hazy poetry, like a warm current flowing in.
Chicken soup is here! Chicken soup stewed by Fang Xiaojiang himself!
YSU students, it’s time to drink soup!
"Love Life" was copied, recited and recited.
Before the publication of "Weiming Lake", the name of "Yanzi" had already spread, and it quickly spread to the entire Yanda.
(ps: Ai Qing said in his "On Poetry": Poems should be written in spoken language as much as possible, and try to explain the profound things in simple terms as much as possible. The style of poetry is also prose and colloquial, just like dialects. Colloquial fit )
Thanks to Maimai Miaomiao for the 500 starting coins, and thanks to the 100 starting coins for the somewhat long tail.
(End of this chapter)