1980 My literary era

"People's Literature" was founded on October 25, 1949, with Mao Dun as editor-in-chief and Ai Qing as deputy editor-in-chief.

The cover of the first issue of that year and the first inside page after the contents page contained a photo of the great man sitting. On the back of the photo was the inscription written by the great man specifically for the founding issue of "People's Literature".

"I hope more good works will come out."

A publication with such a background is destined to become the country's top literary publication that coexists with New China.

From October 25, 1949 to May 12, 1966, "People's Literature" published 198 issues. After the resumption of publication, until March 1981, 63 issues were published.

Today is the day when the April 1981 issue of "People's Literature" was released. Early in the morning, literature lovers came to buy the book at major bookstores and newsstands in Yanjing.

Zhang Jianjun, a middle school student with a fried dough stick in his mouth, paid the money and opened the magazine before turning around to leave the newsstand. Unexpectedly, a 32-page page fell from the pages.

Zhang Jianjun picked up the paper and asked, "What is this?"

When he saw clearly that the content on the paper was actually a questionnaire, he felt fresh. Not only was the idea a good one, but it also made him feel valued as a reader.

"This is interesting!"

He stuffed the fried dough sticks into his mouth and opened the magazine eagerly.

Reading and walking, Zhang Jianjun was patted on the shoulder by a familiar classmate when he was approaching school.

"What are you doing? Stop looking, we're going to ring the bell if you don't hurry up!"

Only then did Zhang Jianjun come to his senses and hurriedly ran towards the school.

At lunch time, Zhang Jianjun was reading while eating. A classmate with whom he was usually close ran over and said, "Jianjun, after you finish reading your magazine, can you lend it to me?"

Zhang Jianjun raised his head. Just when he saw the critical moment, he said angrily: "You wait until I finish reading."

"Okay." The classmate said and ran away.

Zhang Jianjun continued to be addicted to the magazine, and he still didn't want to put down the book until the class bell rang.

He pretended to listen to the class and wrapped the textbook outside "People's Literature". As long as the teacher didn't look behind him, he wouldn't be able to find it.

The plot in the novel continued to attract him. All his attention was focused on the magazine, and his expressions changed with the emotions of the characters in the book.

Time passed slowly, and the last class in the afternoon was Chinese class. Zhang Jianjun could no longer attend to class at this time. His eyes were red, his nose was opening and closing, and his mouth was slightly raised.

He was completely immersed in the novel at this time. When he saw Cheng Dieyi stabbing himself with a sword at the end of the novel, he could no longer control his emotions.

The teacher on the podium was in class when he suddenly heard a whimpering sound in the classroom.

The sound went from weak to strong, and seemed to come from the back of the classroom. The teacher followed it up.

"Oooh, Dieyi!"

The teacher's eyes wandered around the classroom, and finally he spotted Zhang Jianjun sitting in the back row, crying profusely.

Seeing Zhang Jianjun crying so sadly, she thought something had happened to him, so she walked over and asked, "Zhang Jianjun, what's wrong with you?"

"Ahhhhh, Dieyi died so miserably! Dieyi!" (Please refer to Silly Chun'er for crying here)

The teacher became even more worried. Did something happen to someone at home?

She leaned down and asked anxiously: "If you have something to do at home, go back quickly and don't cry here."

Zhang Jianjun raised his head and looked at the teacher with tearful eyes. He was so sad that he forgot where he was now. He held "People's Literature" and cried to the teacher: "Teacher Mao, Cheng Dieyi is so miserable! Ah ah ah ah !”

When the teacher noticed the magazine in his hand, he realized what was going on. He suddenly got angry and scolded with his eyes wide open: "Why are you crying while reading a novel? Are you still reasonable when reading a novel in class?"

As he spoke, he took the "People's Literature" from Zhang Jianjun's hand and said, "Have a look. I've been reading these books all day long, but I haven't seen your academic performance improve a little! Let your dad come and take it away from me tomorrow."

When Zhang Jianjun heard this, he cried even more sadly.

The magazines were confiscated, and parents had to be called to get them. When he thought about Cheng Dieyi's tragic fate, his tears were like bursting from a dam and he couldn't stop them at all.

"Ahhhhh..."

After finally waiting for the bell to ring, Zhang Jianjun felt depressed as he watched Teacher Mao leave the classroom with the magazine he just bought in the morning.

"Hey, Jianjun'er, what's wrong with you in class? Why are you crying so sadly?" The classmates gathered around and asked him.

"You were reading a novel just now, weren't you? Can you still cry so virtuously while reading a novel? You are really good at it!" Someone expressed contempt.

Zhang Jianjun said angrily: "You know nothing! You will know after watching it. "Farewell My Concubine" is so well written."

"Farewell My Concubine? Is this a new novel?"

"This month's issue of People's Literature is great."

Zhang Jianjun took it upon himself to make his classmates feel better, and at the same time, he also wanted to use this to find a legitimate reason for himself to cry in class.

It's not that I, Zhang Jianjun, am bad, it's that "Farewell My Concubine" is so well written that no one can hold it against me!

Teacher Mao returned to the teacher's office and put the lesson plans and confiscated magazines on the table. "These students are really worse than the last."

The colleague next to me asked: "What's wrong?"

"One of the boys in our class didn't listen well in class and was reading extracurricular books. Just read it if you wanted. He actually started crying in class. What the hell did I think happened to their family? This little bastard!" Mao! The teacher got very angry when he talked about it.

My colleagues were also amused, "This student in your class is also a talented person! What books are you reading?"

Only then did Teacher Mao remember the confiscated book and took a look at it. It turned out to be "People's Literature" and felt a little relieved. At least it was not some random poisonous weed.

"People's Literature."

A colleague raised a magazine in his hand, "What a coincidence, I bought one this morning."

Teacher Mao asked: "Are there any particularly touching novels in this issue? My student cried so hard after reading it."

"There is one article. Wow, it's so well written." My colleague said, taking the initiative to open "People's Literature" and show it to Teacher Mao, "This one, "Farewell My Concubine", is simply amazing!"

Teacher Mao looked at him suspiciously. At this time, a colleague started to pack his things and was about to leave work.

"Don't read it now." Teacher Mao said and packed up his desk.

Colleagues in the office were leaving one after another. Teacher Mao packed up and was about to leave. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the "People's Literature" that she had placed in the corner of her desk. She put the magazine into her bag by mistake, turned around and left. go.

The next day.

Teacher Mao went to work with red eyes and a little low energy. During lunch, she called Zhang Jianjun to the office.

"Take the magazine back, and you are not allowed to read novels in class anymore."

Zhang Jianjun was overjoyed when he heard this, "Thank you, Teacher Mao!"