Chapter 155: Onions, I added onions
At night, the cool breeze from the lake blew open the curtains.
However, Keiko Matsusaka couldn't get rid of the heat that filled her heart. When she thought about her first visit to China, she almost felt embarrassed and couldn't sit still.
It’s all because of that man!
Every time she thinks about this, Matsuzaka Keiko can't help but think of dialect, shakes her head, and glances at the central lake outside the window.
Put on your coat and walk out the door, ready to go to the lake to relax.
At this moment, there was a burst of discussion in the corridor. Following the sound, I saw that in the small living room, the lights were like daylight, and there were many people moving around. Matsuzaka Keiko walked over curiously.
“Keiko-chan!”
Awahara Komaki waved to her.
Matsusaka Keiko walked over and asked, "Why is it so lively?"
Awara Komaki replied: "Minister Suzuki's daughter has translated a work. He hopes to let the critics, editors, and reporters of the delegation comment on it and point out the shortcomings."
Matsusaka Keiko stood on the outside and went to Looking inside, I saw several manuscript papers being circulated among the crowd, and I felt in my heart Curiosity arose:
“It looks very good.”
“The translation is Fang Jun’s novel.”
Awahara Komaki emphasized repeatedly, “It’s the same as before. The writer we met at the welcome party”
Matsuzaka Keiko blinked, is it this dialect again?
In sight, the person who is reading is holding the novel without saying a word. The person who has finished reading has a loud voice and is already discussing it.
“Poetry and beauty are discovered from the real life of civilians and nature. The writing style is plain and natural, fresh and elegant, and the emotions are implicit, but strong and hot. The author writes well and the translator translates well.”< br>
"Special Especially the beauty of the haiku is rarely seen even in recent domestic literary works."
"That's right! For example, the grass sprouts again with one step, and the infinite world is about to turn green. ”
"There is also this sentence. The clusters of manjus and sandalwoods are blooming, which is where my body sleeps." After reciting, everyone looked at Suzuki Yoko.
"Yozi, there are also Hibiscus flowers in China?"
"Hi!"
Suzuki Yoko explained that Hibiscus flowers are distributed in southern Yunnan, western Hunan, Minjian and other places, and the dialect is in I saw this flower in western Hunan.
Suzuki Shunjiro watched his daughter calmly answer the questions raised by her elders, with a proud face and a fatherly smile.
"This is mainly due to Teacher Fang."
Suzuki Yoko said in a serious tone: "He is a very famous poet in China. The original work itself is very charming. I just stood on his shoulders and did a little It’s just some work.”
As soon as these words came out, the people who were queuing were even more excited.
Suzuki Shunjiro said with emotion: "Fang Jun's novel reminds me of a newcomer who has emerged in the literary world recently."
Everyone listened quietly to him saying " Haruki Murakami.”
"It's Murakami-kun!"
Informants have turned their attention to the deputy editor of "Waseda Literature", and Haruki Murakami is now working under him as an editor.
Shunjiro Suzuki nodded, "It reminds me of his work, "Listen to the Singing of the Wind," which won the New Talent Award for Literature."
Yoko Suzuki watched everyone discuss this book The content of the book.
Unlike the Chinese poetic prose contained in "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog", Murakami Haruki drew on the concise and lively style of American novels.
It is written about the rapid development of the Japanese economy after the war, the collapse of old values, and the formation of new values. The relationship between people has become increasingly indifferent, and "loneliness and autism" have become an inescapable thing for every young person, especially urban groups. living status.
Like a stone thrown into water, it quickly splashes.
Topics such as "father-son relationship", "warmth and warmth of human relationships", and "Japanese society" have aroused discussions. Of course, there are also discussions on the unique charm of the novel from a literary and artistic perspective.
"Please let me have a look?"
Matsusaka Keiko got a copy of the manuscript and shared it with Awara Komaki. Although she didn't fully understand it, she was greatly impressed. Shocking.
Among the delegation, a craze for discussing "The Mountain, That Man, That Dog" quickly arose. As time went by, not only did the enthusiasm show no sign of diminishing, it also continued to the Sino-Japanese literary exchange symposium.
Matsusaka Keiko and Awara Komaki also took the initiative to attend the meeting out of curiosity about the dialect.
People from the literary, publishing and media circles all praised this novel for touching every reader with its fresh natural scenery and simple true feelings, and even gave rise to the urge to travel to western Hunan. .
"It's a pity that there is no chance this time."
Suzuki Shunjiro said with regret: "If I come to China again next time, I hope to visit the village described by Fang Jun. "We will try our best to arrange it according to the situation."
Zhou Weizhi and Fang Yan, who was sitting not far away, looked at each other.
"Fang Jun, Yoko told us that she once talked about the current indifferent situation in Japanese society, right?"
The deputy editor of "Waseda Literature" said this, and the person in the same row said this The others all looked at Fang Yan.
"Yes, we briefly discussed it."
Fang Yan said, "Although I have never been to Japan, as far as I know, Japan used to be family-oriented, but now more and more people choose to live alone, thus losing a lot of things and creating a gap between people." "The desert of the soul."
Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, Fang Yan slowly told the story of Master Hu and his son.
"The creative inspiration of "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" comes from the real emotional experience of a postman and his son..."
"There is an old Chinese saying, 'Like a fish drinking water, it is cold or warm. "You know it," I believe you feel it more personally than I do."
Suddenly, there was a slight sob in the living room.
Even Matsuzaka Keiko and Awahara Komaki, who were not far away, could faintly hear crying.
Everyone was looking for the source of the cry in the crowd, and saw a middle-aged man who seemed to have forgotten his shame and wiped away his tears:
“This is how we grew up watching our father’s back! ”
Suddenly, the whole audience fell silent.
No one laughed at, slandered or despised this crying reporter, because this is a proverb that has been passed down in Japan to this day.
"Children grow up watching the backs of their parents."
The son inherits the father's legacy and the love between father and son in "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" touches the vulnerability of their hearts, and it is difficult not to be moved. .
Matsusaka Keiko was shocked when she saw these prominent figures in all walks of life in Japan getting emotional because of the novels written in dialect, and even crying because of the stories told in dialect.
This cry also surprised Fang Yan.
Did I add onions to my novel?
What happened was beyond the expectations of Zhou Weizhi, Zhang Guangnian and others. This cry seemed to ignite the anger in the hearts of the delegation members.
Not only attacks on the issue of indifference, but also attacks on many problems that arise in society.
“I think you should reflect and reflect.”
As the first person to reflect on literature, Fang Yan said a meaningful sentence.
"Fang Jun is right, now we really need a voice of reflection!"
Suzuki Shunjiro said in an extremely serious tone.
The deputy editor of "Waseda Literature" nodded and said: "I often fall into deep thinking about why it is like this."
"I think this may be the reason why it is. Du’s problem.”
“No, it’s a human being. How can we manage it well with those insects?”
“If it didn’t fail in 1960, everything would definitely be better. Not the same.”
"..."
The members of the delegation were sometimes impassioned and sometimes sighing, which was simply a holy body of innate contradictions.
Fang Yan asked in a low voice: "Brother, why didn't you stop me?"
"This is not the first time this has happened."
Zhang Guangnian This was not the first time for the others to receive a left-wing group. It had long been common for them to look at each other and smile.
After a while, Zhou Weizhi pressed his hand down, and the scene gradually became quiet.
"It seems that it is necessary for this novel in dialect to be published in Japan to cause profound reflection in society."
"Indeed."
Suzuki Shunjiro's tone He firmly said that they all agreed that it would be best for people in Japan to watch "The Mountain, That Man, That Dog", reflect on it, and use it as a warning to find Japan's simple and traditional things and make a return to spiritual values.
“I also very much hope that "The Mountain, That Dog, That Man" can bring reflection to the majority of Japanese readers."
Fang Yan suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth.
It not only makes people reflect, but also makes money. Does this count as selling reflection coupons?
(End of this chapter)