Chapter 147 Being labeled a pillar of shame
The French Artists Salon, the National Art Salon, the Independent Artists Salon, the Blue Salon, the Tuileries Salon, etc., there are only a few salons that can leave their names in the history of European art.
In the beginning, the Salon actually took on the important task of "exhibition" and "exchange" for the publication of many new works. The Salon of America (Paris Salon) was the one where Monet was not selected.
As information dissemination becomes more and more convenient, the exhibition attribute of the salon is gradually eliminated, and the "Bashu Literature Salon" that Wu Du participated in today has become a pure exchange gathering.
"Old Wu, what are you holding in your hand?" Lao Xia had sharp eyes, and he saw the clue first.
Just in case you didn't ask, Wu Du smiled with a smile on his face and held a copy of "Youth Digest" under his arm. "There are two interesting articles in this."
Lao Xia didn't lower his voice either. , instantly attracted other familiar writers, all of whom are well-known in the Sichuan and Chongqing areas, but whose fame cannot spread beyond the province.
There are signature writers from "Red Rock" magazine who specialize in red literature, and there are also modern poets from "Poetry Newspaper".
"Oh? Have you gone to read the submissions for "Youth Digest"?" Lao He said directly.
What is the relationship between these two and threes surrounding you? It was a relationship where we got drunk together and slept under the table! Just to show off their proud articles, this group of people do that.
"No, no, I had a good time in "Southwest Mirror"." Wu Du said, "These two articles are really good."
To emphasize, and open the "Youth Digest", Wu Du pointed out He writes two columns: Surprise Files and Happy Reading Club.
Lao Xia, Lao He and others saw familiar names - Gu Lu, Yesterday Park.
A long time ago, this guy Wu Du filmed "Yesterday's Park" in front of them.
Just chatting with ordinary people, knowing a big gossip that no one knows is very good, similar concept. Among writers, knowing a talented writer is worthy of praise.
"This article has finally been published. I appeared in Youth Digest at the age of sixteen. I think about what I was doing when I was sixteen? It seems like I was digging out bird eggs somewhere." Lao Xia said. He is a modern poet and a leader of the Jiangyou School of Poetry.
Hmm... Jiangyou School of Poetry may not be found in searches, but it is still somewhat famous in the literary world for inheriting Li Bai's poetry.
"Can you please stop making too deep a stereotype? Why can't our generation study seriously when we recall our childhood when we either dug out bird eggs or fished in river ditches?" said Lao He.
Wu Du asked, "Then what were you doing when you were sixteen?"
"Fishing in rivers." Lao He said confidently, "There are two rivers in front of my house. One river has fish, and the other has fish." There are fish in a river, why don’t you touch them?”
After Lao He finished speaking, he stopped joking because he saw another article by Gu Lu in the magazine, "How wonderful is the park in "Moon Stone"?"
"Each one has its own wonderfulness." Wu Du said.
Oh? When he said this, Lao He and Lao Xia became curious. Is it possible that at such a young age, Gu Lu is really a good story maker?
The name of "Moon Stone" actually has little to do with the content. The core idea of the story is a "dummy".
This "dummy" looks different in the eyes of different people. To be more precise, it will become the person you least want to see. For this reason, some people even stabbed it with a dagger.
The story unfolds when the protagonist sees his "mother" on the way to work, and the ending is especially unexpected.
Not as sad as Yesterday’s Park, but still enough to be admired. Lao Xia and others circulated it and gave comments——
“Personal evaluation of “Yesterday’s Park” is more emotional, and the evaluation is more than "Moon Stone" is a bit higher, but "Moon Stone" shows the power of writing even more."
"I don't know if it's because Gu Lu is still young and can't understand many things, but his articles always have the charm of scratching the surface. , although there is no in-depth discussion, it still feels wonderful.”
“It’s not a matter of superficial taste. The park in “Yesterday’s Park” gave people a chance to say goodbye, but the dummy in “Moonstone” couldn’t say goodbye. While exploring the past and present, I was curious as to why I was so focused on this topic at such a young age.”
"So what does his novella "The Little Prince" discuss?"
"Personally, I think "The Little Prince" still discusses the past. I have also read it. The whole novel is full of sadness. Watch After finishing it, I just felt uncomfortable!”
Everyone discussed it and extended the discussion.
"Hey - luckily I went fishing when I was a child." Lao He suddenly sighed.
What does it mean? Several people looked at him.
"So now I can tell myself that it's not a big deal if Gu Lu can write this. I could have done it when I was a child." Lao He said, "If I had started writing when I was a child, then I wouldn't be able to say this to myself. . ”
A different kind of compliment.
“It’s an eye-opener, old guys.” Wu Du said.
Lao Xia nodded, "It opened my eyes. I remembered the words of a great man: The world is yours and ours, but in the final analysis it is yours. I didn't expect that people born in the 1990s would start to speak out so early."
In fact, very few people born in the 1980s can speak out in the literary circle, and they are a younger generation. The oldest person born in the 1990s is only 22 years old.
Hearing people praising Gu Lu, Wu Du felt a little proud, but not much. After all, he was the one who introduced Gu Lu, a talented writer, to the Bashu Salon.
“It’s a pity that it’s too late to take action.” Wu Du sighed.
He originally wanted to lead Gu Lu into the Fog City Writers Association as a guide, but unfortunately the other party's gold shined too quickly, and he was directly brought into the Capital Writers Association by President Jian. The only thing that pleased Wu Du was that their vice chairman Mo Huaiqi also hit a wall.
“I have another interesting story here.” Wu Du spoke, attracting people’s attention.
Wu Du said, "These two articles failed to pass the review of "Grudge" and were rejected."
"This is nonsense" "If we say that magazines such as People's Literature, Contemporary and Harvest were rejected I believe that the literary nature is a little less, but the sprout cannot be "a typical rumor"...
"It's basically true," Wu Du said, "It's not a joke"
" ? ? ? "The scene was filled with little questions. They felt the gold content of "Yesterday Park" and "Moon Stone".
The eyes of Lao Xia, Lao He and others were all confused. From their eyes, one could tell: What level is Germination? Is it so noble? !
Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.
No matter where this is placed, it is an "interesting story" worth sharing.
"Grudge" has become the laughing stock of people in the industry, even if most readers don't know it.
The authors who can submit articles to magazines are writers in the industry. Even if they don’t have the best writing, how many of them would think that their stories can surpass "Moonstone" and "Yesterday's Park"?
The authors who are extremely confident only think that it is a 50-50 split...
"No, no, no, that's not the case. Hey, it was all done by my subordinates."
"How is that possible? Of course it is an excellent work."
"Okay, I know, thank you. ."
Editor-in-Chief Bu Ya felt like his lungs were about to burst. He started hearing jokes from his friends one after another this morning.
"Ouch, I haven't seen you for a while, why are you so demanding?" It's similar to ridicule.
Finally, a friend told him that "Sprouting" had grown rapidly in recent years, which had dissatisfied many people, so he tried his best to reduce the impact of the incident on the magazine.
The same thing twice is hurt. Editor-in-Chief Bu Ya has decided in his heart that Qi Bian cannot be reinstated, even if he is an old editor who has no merit but hard work.
Gu Lu, who was at school, learned from his class teacher that "Grudge" invited him to participate in a new concept composition contest and offered a large sum of money to write a manuscript.
The New Concept Essay Contest has created many cases of “going to college with one essay”, and it has become very famous.
But he is currently in his first year of high school - besides, the New Concept Essay Contest is different from the Peiwen Cup. The latter is organized by Peking University itself, and the first prize is guaranteed to be passed on. The former is only held by "Sprouting" magazine and has a great reputation, but the probability of winning the first prize is less than 50%.
After thinking, Gu Lu responded to Teacher Gao, "Teacher, I still think we should focus on learning - not writing, so I won't go."
The school supports students to participate in any competition. Panda Wei Jiao, who was in the class and was going to compete in the "National Student Standardized Chinese Character Writing Competition" soon, also gave her time and support.
“You decide for yourself.” Teacher Gao said, “As for the invitation to publish—the magazine bids are very high, but writing depends on inspiration.”
“I know the teacher.” Gu Lu said.
After the reminder was in place, Teacher Gao stopped talking and Gu Lu left the office.
I was in a good mood, so I walked briskly, and met Lu Yi on the way, who came specially to inform me about the progress of the campus wall.
Lu Yi’s report is a bit long-winded, and he can sum it up with just four words: “The progress is gratifying.”
"Zebra, I know you are in a hurry, but this matter cannot be rushed. You still have to put learning first." Gu Lu reminded, "Don't delay your studies because of reading students' submissions. Otherwise, your parents will Damn it."
"No, no, no." Lu Yi waved his hands quickly, "I used to spend more than forty minutes every day practicing dancing, but now I can use this time to fight against the wall. And I also know the priorities. I practiced dancing before, and my academic performance in the midterm exam did not drop.” It's not that I like to gossip, it's mainly to monitor the progress of the work.
"There is still a way to do it. Class 10 has many stars." Qi Caiwei said.
Back at his seat, when he heard this, Gu Lu was confused, "Huh?"
"The stove in front of me is in a bad mood, and I really have to comfort him for a long time every night." Qi Caiwei said.
For the convenience of talking, Qi Caiwei and Lu Yi went from foot to foot to head to head in the dormitory.
"There are so many comforts, but they have no effect. The moment you take action, Zhulu, the whole person of the stove is radiant. What is a great god? This is it!" Qi Caiwei said.
Boys call Lu Yi Zebra, and girls who are on good terms call Lu Yi.
No wonder my roommate didn’t seem to have enough sleep some time ago. It turns out that’s the case, but - you really can’t just fall asleep while chatting?
(End of this chapter)