In Yan Auditorium, the graduation ceremony was held on time.
Fang Yan, like Le Daiyun, was sitting in the guest seats in the second row, chatting about joining the Comparative Literature Society.
Fang Xiaojiang is very happy to become a member of the Comparative Literature Society of Yenching University.
But if you want to write an academic paper on comparative literature, I am really not humble. Please ask someone wiser!
“Teacher Fang is too humble.”
Le Daiyun couldn't help laughing: "I often hear Mr. Ji talking about you. When you proposed the theoretical system and performance system of world drama, it was not what it is now."
"This moment, that moment. For a moment.”
Fang Yan waved his hand, weren’t there experts like Wan Jiabao and Ji Xianlin behind him to give guidance?
Le Daiyun suppressed her smile and told the truth, academic papers are not needed, but she should pay more attention to novels.
Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch!
Fang Yan was not surprised. How could he let himself enter the country's first heavyweight Comparative Literature Society for nothing?
Le Daiyun said: "It's like this. Although the root-seeking literature is booming in the country, it is fighting against each other and there are many factions."
Fang Yan agrees with her opinion very much. Root-seeking literature is flourishing in China. It is indeed a scene full of vitality and all things competing, but they are all in their own way.
In the Yulin Army there are Wang Shuo's novels with a new Beijing flavor and Zhong Acheng's "The King of Chess", in the Zhili Line there is Feng Jicai's Tianjin Folklore, in the Hunan Army there is Gu Hua and Han Shaogong's "Xiang-Chu Literature", in the Shaanxi Army Whispered his own call for " "Northwest Wind", the Guangdong Army has Lingnan literature and Cantonese novels including "The Great Master Huang Feihong"...
Even the Zhejiang Army recently published a novel named "Gechuanjiang Series" Li Hangyu is famous in the literary world.
Just like the Beiyang warlord period, the current situation of root-seeking literature in the literary world is also one of divided power and warlords fighting each other.
Every mountain has strong soldiers and horses, and no one is convinced. I am afraid that only Marshal Fang can control this group of "arrogant soldiers" in the literary world.
When talking about the key point, he coughed and said: "It's not like our humanities club has never considered organizing a symposium on root-seeking literature."
"Symposium?!"
Le Daiyun was surprised.
Fang Yan nodded solemnly. As the initiator of root-seeking literature, "People's Literature", as a literary journal that exclusively dominates the trend of "root-seeking literature", is also the vane of the national literary world. It is natural that "root-seeking literature troops" from all over the country should be included. Twist into a rope.
It is tentatively planned to hold a summary national conference at the end of the year.
“The conference is necessary, but the representative works of root-seeking literature are also indispensable!”
Le Daiyun said: “The only ones that are really making a splash in the literary world now are The King of Chess and He Fang. "Once Upon a Time" by the teacher. "
Fang Yan said: "It is with this in mind that we arrange the conference at the end of the year, hoping that more and better root-seeking literary works will emerge. ”
Le Daiyun made an analogy. When it comes to magical realism, it can be thought of "One Hundred Years of Solitude", "The Castle", and "Pedro Páramo". Another example is existentialism, such as "The Plague". "The King of Chess" and "Once Upon a Time in the Great Master" alone cannot serve as examples for comparing Chinese and Western literature. There must be a masterpiece that can be compared to "white jade pillars holding up the sky and purple gold beams bridging the sea".
“I’ve been looking for it, but I just can’t find it.”
Fang Yan shook his head helplessly.
Le Daiyun said: "Why doesn't Mr. Fang take action personally?"
Fang Yan was startled. He had been busy writing "Song Ci, the Punisher of the Song Dynasty" a while ago, for the upcoming publication. "World of Reasoning" has enough manuscripts in stock.
Le Daiyun's eyes were full of expectation, "Since Teacher Fang is the initiator of root-seeking literature, I'm afraid no one understands root-seeking literature better than you."
Fang Yan felt that it made sense and was speechless for a moment. .
Le Daiyun lowered her voice and said that she was entrusted by Yenching University to preside over the establishment of the first comparative literature institute in China. Ji Xianlin recommended her as the academic representative and the first director, while Fang Xiaojiang was appointed as the literary representative. Representative, took office as the first deputy director.
Fang Yan suddenly became energetic. With this deputy director, it was justifiable and logical for Yanda to hire him as a visiting professor. The manuscript for Dare to Seek Roots Literature may also involve visiting professors!
If this is the case, General Fang will have to go out!
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Under thunderous applause, the graduation ceremony came to an end.
But the graduating students did not disperse immediately. They gathered in small groups in Yanyuan, chatting, taking photos...
Yanda Drama Club, May Fourth Literary Club and other literary and art clubs Almost all the graduates of the club came to Weiming Lake, which was regarded as their base.
Fang Yan followed Bai Ruoxue, Su Ya, Tang Shengnan and others back here again, and the summer wind blew on the green lake.
“Students, I won’t say more in my long speech.”
Looking around, there are countless graduates standing or sitting on the lawn, “I only have one thing to say, let me share my encouragement with you. .”
"The poor and the rich all depend on their fate, so why bother to sigh. But if you know how to do good things, don't ask about the future.
In winter, the ice is gone, and in spring, grass grows on its own. Please observe this principle, the way of heaven is very clear .”
"Bah bang bang."
Luo Yihe, Su Ya and others clapped their hands, and out of the corner of their eye, they saw Bai Ruoxue carrying a Kapok guitar out of nowhere.
Tang Shengnan stood in the center of the crowd, raised his voice and said, "Classmates, Teacher Fang wrote a song and gave it to us as a graduation gift!"
After these words, the whole audience was in an uproar. , a pair of eyes kept wandering between Fang Yan and Bai Ruoxue.
When the students passing by heard this, they immediately ran to tell each other, and a crowd of people came over like a tide.
"I hope you all like it!"
After Tang Shengnan finished his opening remarks, he gave up the stage to Bai Ruoxue.
Fang Yan watched quietly and saw Bai Ruoxue crossing her legs and strumming the strings, her long and elegant shawl hair fluttering in the wind, and her whole body exuding a literary and artistic look.
These days, campus folk songs introduced from Baodao to the mainland have brought a fresh and poetic style to the entire university.
“Walking and stopping along the way, following the traces of young men drifting
The moment before I stepped out of the station, I hesitated..."
The listeners shed tears, but not everyone was so sensitive, and some people remained sullen even when surrounded by emotions.
< br>My mind is filled with yesterday's time, the intimate interactions between you and me, the pre-exam surprises where you chased each other, the dormitory conversations that you knew and I knew...
< br>This period of campus youth is worthy of the rush of enthusiasm at this moment and worthy of repeated chewing in the future. It is precisely because of the slight attachment to youth and the friendship with classmates and companions that it finally broke through the last line of defense of the tear ducts. , washed away the forced smile on my face
“I was once unable to extricate myself from the size of the world,
I also indulged in talking in my sleep,
No truth or falsehood, no struggle, no fear of jokes
I once turned my youth into her,
I also had summer popping up at my fingertips< br>
Just let it go as your heart moves,
Walk against the light and let the wind and rain blow. ”
The graduation ceremony is not so much saying goodbye to classmates, but rather saying goodbye to the past self and cherishing the passing time.
No matter how stubborn the person is, he still loses. With the feeling of separation, all the pores on the face that can leak out liquid spurt out
In this hot and humid summer, everyone hugged each other tightly for the last time and wiped their tears on each other's bodies.
After singing the song, Bai Ruoxue shed tears and didn't care to think about it. Look for Teacher Fang in the crowd immediately
She saw Fang Yan sitting on the lawn, looking at her with a smile on her face, clapped her hands gently, and then gave a thumbs up. (End of this chapter)