Chapter 111 Long live love!
A famous poet at this time was equivalent to a top star.
Wherever I go, there are thousands of people crowding me, like chasing stars.
And in terms of the level of craziness, it is no worse than fans, movie fans, or even fans, maybe even worse.
The scene in front of me is just a small scene.
You must know that the "Stars" poetry magazine held the "Stars Poetry Festival" in Chengdu, inviting obscure poets such as Bei Dao. Tickets were sold from 2 yuan to 20 yuan. Those who didn't have tickets simply broke the window and entered, causing chaos.
Dialect’s status in the literary world today is still that of a minor general.
But in terms of popularity, it is definitely the best among the best.
"Teacher Fang!"
"Teacher Fang, please sit in the front row."
The students in the corridor consciously leaned to the sides to make way for a path. Fang Hong was so nervous that her heart was pounding. Under everyone's gaze, she followed Fang Yan and walked forward with stiff legs.
Sitting in the first row were Luo Yihe and other backbones of the May Fourth Literary Society, teachers from the Chinese Department, researchers from the New Poetry Research Institute, and editors of "Poetry Exploration", a gathering of elites.
At this moment, Xie Mian stood up and said hello:
"Dialect! Ever since I read your book "Love Life", I hope to meet you one day. , I finally got my wish today!”
Under Su Ya’s mutual introduction, Fang Yan, Xie Mian and other Yanda teachers got to know each other one by one and chatted politely.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Bai Ruoxue sitting in the second row.
Xie Mian first made the poem colloquial and praised the dialect for a few words, and then mentioned "Once Upon a Time Slow": "But I didn't expect that this new poem you wrote made me feel like I knew you again. ”
Fang Yan was very curious, why did he say this?
“The poems look very light, slow, and colloquial, but they are clean and simple. They don’t seem to have antithetical rhymes, but they have an inner rhythm, which is subtle and charming.”
What Xie Mian said is clear and logical.
"Your evaluation is very accurate."
Fang Yan said with a smile: "This poem seems to be ordinary and seems to have no meaning, but if you take a closer look, it has some meaning."
"Haha Haha, that’s what I mean!”
The two looked at each other and smiled. Xie Mian praised him as a young man whom Ai Qing valued, and his style of poetry and prose was very similar.
Business exchanged a few words and everyone sat down.
Fang Hong was restless, feeling eyes coming from behind her. She glanced at Fang Yan, with a calm expression on her face, and her tense nerves relaxed, and a sense of pride arose spontaneously.
"Bah bang bang."
Amidst a burst of applause, the large-scale recitation officially began.
The hosts were Su Ya and Luo Yihe. They made a brief opening remarks and invited the first participant to come on stage and recite poetry.
Since the rise of colloquialism driven by "Love of Life", the poetry scene in the early 1980s has changed drastically, and it is no longer the world of hazy poetry.
Just like the next person, Zha Haisheng, whose pen name is "Haizi", stood in front of the dialect, his face full of excitement, like a fanboy, impassionedly reciting "Love Life".
One after another, hazy and spoken, evenly matched.
Then, it was Bai Ruoxue's turn, and she said with emotion:
"I remember when we were young, everyone was sincere."
"Say one thing, just one thing."
As soon as they heard "Once Upon a Time Slowly", the crowd immediately exclaimed, and by the time they finished reading the entire poem, the whole place was already in a commotion.
More and more people are shouting "Teacher Fang", hoping that Fang Yan, the original author, will come forward to comment and analyze a few sentences.
By the way, let me talk about my creative thoughts, not only about "Once Upon a Time Slow", but also about "Hawthorn Love" and "Wrangler".
"Teacher Fang, please say a few words!"
For a while, there were thousands of shouts and a commotion.
"It's better to come out and say a few words."
Xie Mian looked sideways.
“I’d better not take over the spotlight.”
Fang Yan raised his hand.
“Since it is the kindness of the students, don’t refuse anymore.”
Xie Mian and other teachers do not want to dampen students' enthusiasm.
Looking at the scene becoming increasingly uncontrollable, Fang Yan knew that he had no choice but to appear, so he stood up under the spotlight.
"Wow, wow, wow."
In an instant, applause and cheers came and went.
"Since the students are so sincere, I will take the liberty to chat with you for 10 minutes." Fang Yan looked around, "Let the next reciters moisten their throats and prepare well."
The humorous tone made the atmosphere relaxed.
Suddenly, a girl stood up:
"Teacher Fang, why did you write the third child to death!"
"Why did you let him and Jingqiu What if love turns into regret? "
Although the girl was bold and rude, she said what most people wanted to ask, why is it not a happy ending!
"Love itself is sometimes a kind of regret."
"I think love can fill up the regrets in life, but it happens that it is love itself that creates more regrets."
Dialect As soon as he finished speaking, countless people raised their hands. The girl wearing glasses was called by name and blurted out:
“What regrets are there in love?”
"I think there are at least three kinds."
Fang Yan stretched out three fingers, "Lao San and Jingqiu are the regrets of not being able to love each other. The second one is that after loving hard, they find that person is not worth it at all. , the last one is not loving well and having a sincere relationship It was in front of me, but I didn’t cherish it. I regretted it only after I lost it.”
The lines of “Westward Journey” are shockingly lethal to students in the early 21st century, and they are equally damaging to students in the early 1980s. The effect was outstanding, and all of a sudden, the whole audience fell into silence.
Bai Ruoxue and others tasted it carefully, and the more they tasted, the more delicious it became.
In my ear, I heard a boy stand up and ask:
"Then why would a perfect person like Lao San fall in love with an ordinary girl like Jingqiu?"
"This is called 'love doesn't know where it starts, but goes deep.'"
>Dialect seemed to be transformed into an "emotional expert" and answered on the spot.
One after another, questions about love are thrown.
“Cough cough cough!”
At this time, the Yanda teachers sitting in the first row could no longer sit still and stood up immediately, shouting loudly.
The lively scene just now suddenly turned cold.
Fang Yan shook his head, dumbfounded.
In universities in the early 1980s, students were prohibited from falling in love.
Once the signs of falling in love are discovered, the school will immediately organize teachers to do ideological work and provide critical education.
Even at that time, many colleges and universities wrote the school rule "Students are strictly prohibited from falling in love, and those who violate it will be expelled" into their student handbooks.
Dating while in school is a taboo on campus!
It is precisely because of this that "Love at the Hawthorn Tree" is favored and sought after by college students. Jingqiu and Laosan cannot fall in love openly, isn't that what they are now?
Love cannot be said, love cannot be touched.
"Someone asked just now what kind of love Laosan and Jingqiu have. I can answer you that it is a quiet and deep love."
"Like the clear breeze and bright moon, the rain moistens the plantains."
The dialect said: "This kind of love has no thirst, no sighs of deep love, no burning flames, and the torment of thousands of arrows piercing the heart. The sound of nature is silent, the great love is undeclared, that is..."
Not only girls, but boys were also fascinated by it, and couldn't help but wonder, what kind of divine love is this!
Under the eyes of everyone, the dialect slowly spit out:
“You will see me, or you will not see me,
I'm right there, neither sad nor happy.
You miss me or you don’t miss me,
The love is there, it doesn’t come or go. ”
Bai Ruoxue, Tang Shengnan and others’ eyes widened.
What’s next?
Teacher Fang, where are you down?
There must be more down there, why not? Broken?
A sudden break here? The same goes for "The Fission of the Qin Dynasty". The fragments are extremely accurate and divided into two parts. "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" is even more excessive. Every fragment is just right.
For a while, the audience gradually became commotion, but most of the attention still fell on the student who asked the question.
“Xiuzhi and Xu Ling both got married first and fell in love later. They didn’t know each other at first. Why are they so happy?”
"Because of love."
"Because Xu Lingjun and Xiuzhi are both good people."
Fang Yan said with a smile: "I won't touch you if you are rich, and I won't mind if you are poor. As long as we never leave you, Xiuzhi is willing to run a good family with Xu Lingjun In the most difficult days, how can such a couple not be happy when they work together to create their own happiness? "
"Does such happiness really exist? "
Question The girl's eyes sparkled.
"Of course, because long live love!"
Fang Yan raised his arms and shouted with determination in his tone.
Suddenly, a voice came out from the crowd below:
"Long live love!"
Fang Hong was so frightened that she turned around and looked at the students one by one. They shouted out in unison, one on the left and one on the right.
"Quiet! Quiet!"
The teacher from Yanda stood up and glanced over.
However, this time it was to no avail.
Students' desire for love has been suppressed for too long. It is like a spring. The harder it is pressed, the more violent the rebound will be.
In addition, after just listening to the speech in dialect, I was immersed in it and excited, and now everything burst out.
"Long live love!"
If the first takes the lead, there will be the second and third.
Soon, the crowd was boiling, shouting in unison:
"Long live love!"
Seeing that the teachers could no longer suppress the surge Yu Minhong, who was in the wave, also had the courage to shout:
"Long live love!"
(End of this chapter)