Chapter 207: No more than a cat’s eye, don’t enter my door
Mingzhijin also wants to participate in the Medicine King Poetry Festival.
But he came a little late.
Taking several Waseda students with him, he met an elegant middle-aged man at the foot of the mountain who was preparing to climb the mountain.
Wearing glasses and holding a briefcase, he is Ono Taro of Shinchosha.
"Ono, why are you here?"
The circle of literati can be called big or small, and Meiji Shin and Shincho's editor-in-chief are considered acquaintances.
"Find someone."
Ryukawa Toru's first editor-in-chief shrugged, patted his briefcase and didn't say much.
"Let's go together then."
The other party most likely came to see his student, so Mingzhijin smiled and invited the other party to join him.
The climb up the mountain was gentle, but neither of them came here to hang out, so they took the cable car up the mountain at the foot of the mountain.
The spring breeze is leisurely, the cable car is swaying under the bright sunshine, and small poems are floating all over Mount Takao.
The poems seemed to contain all kinds of literary fragrances. Looking at the scenery along the way, Mingzhi Jin smiled.
"This is the masterpiece of that young man you took out of the ravine."
The old man is also in his sixties or seventies. As one of the judges of the Akutagawa Prize, he is considered highly respected in the literary world.
Ono Taro hunched over for a moment.
"That guy."
The chief editor smiled, he didn't know about this.
"Aren't you surprised?"
Akechi Jin glanced at the other party. When Shirakawa Yiren told him, he was surprised for a long time.
How should one teach such a person who invented the "life drawing method" at the age of eighteen?
The old professor lost a few white hairs that night.
The old man's tone was somewhat admiring, but Ono Taro shook his head.
"Instead of delving into these side details, I hope he writes a few good works."
Ono Taro showed some indifference towards the now popular "new haiku", and Akechi Susumu was stunned for a moment and then nodded.
"Indeed, no matter how hard you try, haiku can't compare to novels."
Pure literature itself is a niche, and haiku is a niche within a niche.
Although there seems to be an explosion of haiku creation in the literary world now, this state of affairs is difficult to last.
New things are always welcome, but the decline of haiku is a fact.
Even if it is as strong as Masaoka Shiki, haiku has continued for a period of time, and novels are the main genre of modern literature.
Strong shaping ability, rich expression content and plot.
While being readable, it can also convey the author's complete ideas to readers.
"If I hadn't known that he kept writing, I would have found time to block him."
Ono Taro picked up his briefcase, and his somewhat resentful tone made Akechi smile coquettishly.
Arriving at the center of the mountain, several people came to the entrance of Yaowang Temple.
"Imamura-kun."
When they arrived at the door, they saw a girl wearing a gilt kimono. One of the students brought by Akechi Jin shouted in surprise.
"Why are you here?"
Natsuko Imamura was a little indifferent to the people around her, and just nodded to ordinary classmates.
Then he looked at Taro Ono with a smile.
"Please come to the rescue, Uncle Ono."
The two knew each other and were very familiar with each other.
Ono Taro had a close relationship with the Kujo family, and he looked at the girl with an expression of amazement.
"Congratulations on your win, Natsuko."
Ryukawa Toru helped deliver some things, and at the same time told him about Natsuko Imamura’s receipt of the Akutagawa Prize.
There was a golden watch chain shining on the girl's chest, and some of the Waseda students lost their voices.
"Akutagawa, Akutagawa Prize?" What is the concept of an eighteen-year-old Akutagawa Prize winner? When everyone is studying articles in school, the other person may have already had articles that are to be included in the study materials by the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology.
"Stop teasing me, Uncle Ono."
The girl did not agree, but smiled helplessly.
"Have you brought the things?"
"Why are you in such a hurry? That guy can't explain clearly. I think he is paying less and less attention to me as the editor-in-chief!"
The two of them were walking and chatting, and a somewhat confused Akechi Jin followed quickly.
Akutagawa rewarded him for knowing what did Ryukawa Toru ask the editor-in-chief of Shincho to bring?
As soon as he walked into Yaowang Temple, Mingzhi Jin was a little stunned.
His student was surrounded by people from three levels inside and three outside. Several of them stared at him anxiously, as if they were worried that he would run away.
"What does "I Am Cat" mean by life drawing?"
"Isn't sketching used to create haiku? You mean it can also be used to create novels?"
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From time to time, people gathered around Toru Ryukawa and asked questions. Akechi Shin saw that the ones asking the most anxious questions were Koo Ichiro and others.
None of those people have produced outstanding works in recent years, and now everyone is anxiously surrounding Ryukawa Tetsu.
"What's going on?"
Akechi walked up to an old professor who wanted to get closer but was embarrassed.
This person is from Kyoto University, and the two schools often have academic exchanges.
"Your students..."
The man named Tachibana looked at Akechi Jin with envy.
Such people often appear in history.
For example, Murasaki Shikibu a thousand years ago, Matsuo Basho a hundred years ago.
They left achievements destined to be remembered at some point, and Ryukawa Tetsu could not escape being mentioned as his teacher in the future.
Sometimes it is easier to keep a name by accepting a random student than by working hard on research yourself.
Tachibana gritted his teeth.
"The life-drawing method is not for writing haiku, it is..."
"Yes, sketching is used to write novels."
Ryukawa Toru sat on a stone step at the entrance of Yaowang Temple, feeling a little impatient.
The hint of drunkenness evaporated from his face, and a group of people gathered around him, but his words were still sharp.
"The method of sketching pays attention to describing things fairly and objectively. Most of them are from the human perspective. I have put my perspective on the cat. You still can't understand it. You only follow the minutiae. So what if I say you are pedantic and rigid?"
Ryukawa Tetsu was sitting on the steps, and Akechi Jin felt that his student looked like him but not like him.
As the wine steamed, it seemed as if a great writer had arrived across time and space.
He worked as a teacher in Songshan and became a teacher.
His close friend Zhenggang Zigui died in tears, while he worked hard to create sketches.
Simple, fast and clean.
It eliminates most of the obscurity of pure literature and creates novels in the form of vernacular Chinese.
Because there are many people who have benefited from his writings, many writers who were unable to write can also use sketching to pick up the pen again.
He was a teacher’s teacher and a teacher’s teacher.
"The method of sketching...can be used to write novels?"
After hearing Ryukawa Toru's words, Akechi Jin was stunned for a moment.
He took a few steps forward and came to Ono Taro.
The editor-in-chief has an article in his hand, titled "Essays on Sketching Essays"
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They must have the same outlook on life, peering at the neighbor's girl and the old man opposite from the same hole.
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It is my duty to introduce this hole. No, my duty is to explain what the human scene peering from this hole is like.
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How can you see life when you see the world through a cat's eye? Life sketching can only extend the life of a haiku by less than half a century. I don't want Zigui's achievements to be limited to just one haiku.
On that sunny spring day, Mingzhijin saw the master's summary of sketching essays, and also saw "I Am a Cat", which integrated the sketching method into the work.
Many years later, the old teacher looked at his students and asked this question.
"There are so many sketches, why did you choose the controversial "I Am a Cat"?"
His unruly student said:
"Can't you stand "I Am Cat" which reflects the reality of literati?"
"It's just a cat's eye, don't let me in."
(End of chapter)