Chapter 66 I’m not good at writing poetry
Yenjing University, downstairs in the girls’ dormitory.
Adhering to the principle of helping others to the end, Bai Ruoxue helped Fang Hong carry her small luggage and led her to Su Ya's dormitory.
"Wait here for a moment, I will bring the things to Xiaoya."
"Okay, sister."
Fang Yan guarded the bicycle and stood face to face with Tang Shengnan.
Look at me and I look at you. After waiting awkwardly for a while, Fang Hong and Bai Ruoxue finally came down, but Su Ya was nowhere to be seen.
"Sister, where is Su Ya?"
"Xiaoya is not here, her roommate said she went to Weiming Lake."
While the sister and brother were communicating, Bai Ruoxue said unexpectedly: "I really didn't expect that what you are looking for is Su Ya."
"I heard that you know Su Ya?"
Fang Yan looked at her seriously for the first time.
“Strictly speaking, I’m not too familiar with it.”
Bai Ruoxue said bluntly that Su Ya was quite famous in Yanda. After all, it was difficult to find a few people like her in the whole school. In this way, she published her poems in "Poetry Magazine", "Poetry Exploration", and "Today", not to mention, before entering Yanda.
In just over a month, she is already a talented girl in the Chinese Department!
"Talented girl?"
The corners of Fang Yan's mouth raised slightly.
Bai Ruoxue and Tang Shengnan looked at each other, "You probably don't know how to get to Weiming Lake, how about we take you there?"
"Thank you very much."
Fang Hong thanked her repeatedly.
Dialect actually wants to say no, I don’t know the location of the girls’ dormitory, but I still know the iconic location like Weiming Lake.
However, it’s hard to refuse such kindness, so I followed him all the way.
The surface of Weiming Lake is sparkling, and the lawn on the shore is filled with students from Yan University. They are crowded and sitting in circles.
“They are all members of the May 4th Literary Club.”
Bai Ruoxue introduced: “Every Sunday, the Literary Club holds discussions here at Weiming Lake.”
Then, pointing to the man standing in the center of the crowd, "His name is 'Luo Yihe', the leader of the poetry group of the literary club..."
Fang Yan narrowed his eyes. The representative of new poetry is also Haizi's Bole. I saw him waving his arms at this time, excited:
"Classmates! Classmates !”
“Look at this newspaper! Look at the article written by Teacher Xie Mian!”
“Teacher Xie Mian supports Menglong. Poetry is on our side and supports the poetry of young people of our generation!”
As soon as these words came out, everyone sitting around was excited.
"Yanzi, who is Xie Mian?"
Fang Hong looked sideways.
Dialect blurted out, deputy director of the Poetry Center of Yenching University, founder of "Poetry Exploration", and a great figure in the poetry world.
"How do you know so much? Are you also a student of Yan University?" Bai Ruoxue and Tang Shengnan looked at each other.
"I also heard it from others."
Fang Yan smiled lightly. In order to find a way out for Su Ya's poems, he specifically asked Li Yue for advice. How could he not know that?
“Look what Teacher Xie Mian said.”
“More and more signs of ‘departure’ from the poetic tradition are appearing, forcing us to make practical judgments and choices , we don’t have to be uneasy about this, we should learn to adapt to this situation and lead it to the road of promoting the healthy development of new poetry.”
“…”
Luo Yihe read the contents of the newspaper loudly.
"But the latest issue of "Poetry Magazine" published this." A man suddenly stood out from the crowd, spreading the magazine with both hands.
I saw a striking title written on it:
"The Depressing "Hazy"".
“And this one!”
Another person walked out, also holding a "Poetry Magazine" in his hand. He flipped through it skillfully and found an article with the title "Why write poems that people can't understand" and read aloud:
"Why do you write obscure poetry so obscurely?"
"If you can't read it, you call it 'misty poetry'. Then why don't you call poetry that you can read clear poetry, or transparent poetry?" !”
Luo Yiheya raised his voice and immediately retorted.
"Senior Luo is right!"
"Those who criticize or even deny the value of Misty Poetry are living fossils with rigid and rigid ideas, who are unwilling to accept new poetry!"
In the literary club, there were those who supported Misty Poetry and those who did not, and they immediately stood up. , responded:
“Does a poem that is incomprehensible deserve to be called a poem? ? ”
“I can’t read “April Dusk,” and I can’t read “The Brig.” Many of us can’t understand it either! ”
"It's your own problem that you can't read. If you don't understand, your son understands. Your son doesn't understand, but your grandson understands..."
(ps: This was said by Shu Ting)
In an instant, two factions were divided and the debate continued.
"Yanzi, what are they fighting about?"
Fang Hong said confused: "I was confused by the quarrel."
"Sister."
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Dialect explained that in April, a national contemporary poetry symposium was held in Nanning, Guangxi, at which Misty Poetry was criticized, and a debate broke out over whether the young poet's poems could be understood or not.
“Where did you know this?”
Bai Ruoxue and Tang Shengnan looked at him in surprise.
“I also heard it from others.”
The corners of Fang Yan’s mouth raised slightly.
"Stop arguing!!"
At this moment, Su Ya's voice suddenly broke out.
Fang Yan looked around and saw her holding up the magazine, "Now is not the time to discuss this, but our "Weiming Lake" is about to cease publication. The top priority is that we have to publish this last issue. Good, a happy ending to the whole magazine!”
“Yes, “Weiming Lake” is going to cease publication.”
“There will be no more “Weiming Lake”. .”
The two groups of people who were originally facing each other suddenly withered like withered flowers. They were all dejected and their eyes were lost.
"What kind of magazine is "Weiming Lake"?"
Fang Yan turned to look at Bai Ruoxue. "It is our internal poetry journal of Yan University."
Bai Ruoxue said that the editorial department of "Weiming Lake" is the May Fourth Literary Society. It was founded in 1979 and has published 3 books so far. Expect.
When the publication was first published, Xie Mian specially wrote "The Hopeful "Weiming Lake" - Congratulations on the Founding of "Weiming Lake"". What is even more valuable is that Shen Yanbing personally wrote the title of "Weiming Lake".
The words written by the teacher!
Fang Yan was greatly surprised, "Then why did you stop publishing?"
Bai Ruoxue replied that Menglong poetry has been under great pressure from the mainstream. Although Xie Mian and others defended Menglong poetry, their voices were very small. In addition, most of the publications that publish hazy poems are private journals or campus poetry journals, which are considered non-compliant publications.
In addition to "Weiming Lake", private magazines such as "Today", "Exploration", "Enlightenment" and "Fertile Soil" will also cease publication.
"That's right."
Fang Yan was not surprised.
At this moment, Su Ya noticed their figures, and was surprised and happy, "Sister Hong! Yan..." Thinking that it was inappropriate to call her by her nickname in such a public occasion, she immediately changed her words: "Dialect !”
In an instant, everyone present followed Su Ya’s gaze.
"Dialect? Which dialect?"
"Is it the dialect that wrote "The Wrangler" and "Dark War"?"
"What, the dialect is here! Where is it! Where is it!"
"No way? He Could it be the 'dialect'?"
"..."
Doubts, excitement, surprise, all kinds of emotions spread among the crowd, everyone stared closely. Dialects coming towards them.
"Let me introduce it to you. This is my childhood."
Su Ya said with a smile: "Now I am an editor at "Yanjing Literature", and, as everyone thinks, it is indeed "The Wrangler" , the author of "Dark War", the dialect is genuine!"
"Ah!"
Suddenly, the whole audience was in an uproar.
Bai Ruoxue opened her mouth in shock and stared at Fang Yan.
"Damn! It's so abominable!"
Tang Shengnan didn't laugh but became angry, "He is really so abominable."
"Why do you say that?" Bai Ruoxue asked doubtfully.
"He is obviously a dialect, why did he lie to us and say he was not!" Tang Shengnan said angrily: "It is in vain that we took him with such kindness..."
"He handled it right."< br>
Bai Ruoxue pondered for a while, "If he insisted that he was the writer's dialect, would you believe it?"
"I...I...I don't believe it."
Tang Shengnan took a sip. Purse.
“You don’t believe it, and I don’t believe it either. Look, it’s us who don’t believe it. Instead of fighting with us about who is right and who is wrong, let’s just stop fighting. Look how harmonious the road is, everyone is talking and laughing. .”
Bai Ruoxue pulled her and pushed her towards the crowd.
I saw that the dialect was surrounded by people, rushing to ask questions, such as whether they supported Menglong poetry, whether they should understand the poetry, what their views were on Menglong poetry, etc.
“Ahem, fellow students!”
In full view of the crowd, Dialect showed no stage fright.
“I personally support the diversified development of poetry!”
“We have too many Chinese poetry genres, including Shijing style, Chu Ci, Han Fu, quatrains, and rhymed poetry. Not to mention the Five Rhythms and Seven Rhythms, not to mention the various Song lyrics. ”
"So, why can't multiple poetry styles coexist?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone became excited.
“It’s not that we don’t want to coexist, it’s that they won’t let us!”
“That’s right, they think Mengwu’s poems are obscure and difficult to understand.”
“We are said to have gone astray. , embarking on a dangerous path! ”
"..."
Luo Yihe raised his hand and pressed it down to signal everyone to be quiet, then looked at Fang Yan, "Teacher Fang, what do you think of Menglong's poetry?"
"I'm not used to it at the moment. Things are not necessarily bad things.”
“One. Poems that are incomprehensible are not necessarily bad poems.”
“But I don’t agree with writing poems that are deliberately difficult to understand, and I don’t agree with writing some vulgar and vulgar poems. To be elegant is like saying that shit is a flower.”
"That's just throwing it to the edge of the latrine, not far from death."
Fang Yan raised the corner of his mouth, "It may be a bit vulgar, don't mind it."
"Ha Haha!”
Laughter sounded, and the anxious and tense atmosphere relaxed.
“My teacher told me that literature comes from the people. Only when the people like to hear and see it is the last word.”
Fang Yan asked in reply: "Do you like Misty Poetry?"
"Yes!"
Most people shouted almost in unison.
The dialect man said seriously: "It's over! As long as it is liked by the public, it will burst out with infinite vitality. Wild fire will not burn it out, and the spring breeze will blow it again. As long as it is disliked by the public, even if it is If you hold it to the sky, you will eventually fall into the pit and be with the shit, which will stink!"
"Pa"
"Bah bang bang."
As Su Ya took the lead in clapping, everyone also applauded.
Luo Yihe was filming the most enthusiastically, his face flushed, "I know it would be a bit presumptuous to say this, but I still want to say, can Teacher Fang write a work for us in this issue of "Weiming Lake"? "
"I'm not good at writing hazy poems."
Fang Yan kept Li Yue's words in mind and declined politely.
"It doesn't have to be hazy poetry, anything can be done."
Luo Yihe pleaded hard: "Please, Teacher Fang, this is the last issue. We hope to finish it well and give this Yan Bing The magazine that sir has high hopes for has come to a successful conclusion.”
Oh!
The teacher makes the beginning and the disciple ends it.
Fang Yan couldn't help but sigh when he heard "Mr. Yan Bing" and saw the eager and eager eyes of the Yan University students around him.
Since you begged me so sincerely,
it seems that I have to take action with mercy!
(End of this chapter)