Back to 80: My Literary Life

Except for Jia Pingwa, all the writers familiar to Fang Minghua from Qin Province, especially in Xijing, came here. Only Lu Yao, Huan Mao, completed his masterpiece in the coal mine of Tongchuan.

Not long after, a group of leaders of the Qin Provincial Writers Association: Hu Cai, Du Pengcheng and others filed in, followed by reporters from Xijing TV.

The writers rushed up to greet him and started chatting.

Not long after, the opening ceremony began. Du Pengcheng delivered a passionate speech on behalf of the Provincial Writers Association, followed by a speech by the student representative.

He is a student named Nanshengqiao, who is studying at Qin Provincial College of Education and is from Xingping.

Finally, Dean Jia Pingwa made a concluding speech. Jia Pingwa was very eloquent and her speech aroused bursts of applause from the students.

"Let us do something heroic and heroic!"!

Amid warm applause, Jia Pingwa ended her speech.

After the opening ceremony, Fang Minghua was about to return to the magazine, but was stopped by Du Pengcheng, who came out with Jia Pingwa.

"Xiao Fang, I see the documents submitted by the School of Liberal Arts. Do you also want to give lectures to the students in the advanced class of the School of Liberal Arts?"

"The work arranged by Dean Jia is to catch the ducks and put them on the shelves." Fang Minghua glanced at Jia Pingwa and replied.

"Look what you said. You have given lectures at Lanzhou University, Xiamen University, and Western University. How can you not teach in the classes run by our Writers Association?" Jia Pingwa argued.

"Ping Wa is right, you have this ability! Xiao Fang, what are you going to say?" Du Pengcheng asked.

"I am currently in charge of poetry in the editorial department, so I want to talk about poetry." Fang Minghua replied.

Du Pengcheng pondered for a moment and said, "I want to talk about poetry, but I suggest you talk about novels first, especially avant-garde novels! This is your strength. You see, there are so many such novels popping up in the literary world this year. Liu Zhi Shan's niece, the one named Liu Sola, published "You Have No Choice", a young man named Ma Yuan wrote "The Temptation of Gangdise", and a young writer named Mo Yan wrote "Transparent Red". radish"."

"These so-called avant-garde novels are completely different from previous novels in structure and narrative style. They are very similar to the novella you wrote. Although they seem a bit naive, they have caused a sensation! I feel that the literary world has finally changed. Yes."

Du Pengcheng sighed with emotion, then looked at Fang Minghua: "And you are already ahead of the curve. Not only have you published similar novels, but you have done a lot of research in this area, so you will talk about the characteristics and writing techniques of this type of novels, so that we in Qin Province can Writers should open their horizons, lest the outside world say that we are all country bumpkins and can only write traditional local literature!"

"Then I'll give it a try." Fang Minghua agreed.

Du Pengcheng is right.

The literary world is about to change.

The 1980s is known as the new era of literature, and 1985 just divided the new era into two.

What followed was the world of avant-garde literature, which began to decline in the 1990s.

It is really necessary to talk about it.

The original plan was to teach the lecture "Poetry Intention in the Post-Hazy Era" that I had debated with major student Shang Zhongmin at Western University last year, and then I could use it after revising it, and then talk about modern poetry writing techniques. Three lectures were enough.

But with Du Pengcheng's proposal, he had to restart the stove.

After returning home and having dinner in the evening, Fang Minghua started typing "My Journey Is the Stars and the Sea" as usual. He has now reached the climax of the novel.

The Han Empire encountered its biggest crisis since the founding of the People's Republic of China:

On November 7, 832 in the Han calendar, the battle to defend Weihaiwei Fortress was defeated, and Di Yun, captain of the Sixth Naval Air Force, committed suicide.

The battle to defend Chang'an is about to begin.

After finishing the five thousand words, Fang Minghua's mind shifted to the lecture content.

He has a basis for Du Pengcheng's suggestion.

The speech "The Advantages and Limitations of Western Modern Literature" I gave when I went to Shanghai to participate in a symposium of young and middle-aged writers from East and Northwest China the year before last year can be based on this article.

But it’s far from enough. Once we talk about it, we must talk about it thoroughly.

I don't have enough information on hand.

Fang Minghua looked at his bookshelf in a daze.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, followed by a warm greeting from my mother Zhang Fenglan.

"Tangtang, are you coming here so late?"

"Xiaohua? Yes, in his bedroom."

Song Tangtang is here.

Soon, the bedroom door was opened and Song Tangtang walked in.

"Just finished school?" Minghua greeted.

"Well, I don't have time during the day, so I'll come over after school." The girl said.

"Tangtang, is it hard?" Fang Minghua asked with concern when he saw a trace of fatigue on the girl's face.

"Fortunately, I can hold on."

Song Tangtang is very busy recently.

He has to go to night school in the evening and correspondence courses on weekends. He spends most of his time in Zhao Hongjun's company during the day. After the company opened, the sales of martial arts novels increased due to the storm of "The Condor", so the company was naturally very busy.

There were a lot of accounts going back and forth, and finance became the top priority. Song Tangtang was very busy. Fortunately, the accountants and cashiers hired were experienced financial personnel, which made up for her lack of work experience.

Fortunately, the Military Region Art Troupe was about to be disbanded and was basically out of business, which allowed her to concentrate on the company's affairs.

When the work is busy, there are less opportunities for the two of them to meet, so they take advantage of this opportunity to meet and chat.

"You sit down first, and I'll peel an apple for you."

Fang Minghua went to the living room, took an apple and washed it, then went into the bedroom and picked up a fruit knife and peeled it skillfully.

He didn't know how to peel before, but Song Tangtang "trained" him.

You can't always eat what girls feed you, and you have to peel it for others, right?

The apple was peeled quickly. Song Tangtang picked it up, greeted it, and then ate it slowly.

"Minghua, have you finished coding today?" the girl asked while eating.

Song Tangtang heard the word "code word" from Fang Minghua.

He calls writing novels, especially writing this science fiction novel, "coding". He was a little uncomfortable at first, but he gradually got used to it.

"I've finished coding. I have a more important job to do recently." Fang Minghua briefly told the girl about Du Pengcheng's proposal for the opening ceremony this afternoon and his own thoughts about giving a lecture to the advanced class of the School of Liberal Arts.

"Lack of information? I see you have a lot of books on literary theory." Song Tangtang stood up and looked at the bookshelf next to the desk.

In addition to some fiction books, there are also many books on literary theory.

"Literary Theory" edited by Zheng Guoquan and others, the Chinese translation of "Principles of Literature" co-edited by Wellek and Warren from the United States, "Issues of Modernity in Literary History Writing" by Li Yang, and the magazine "Contemporary Literary Trends of Thought".

"Are these not enough?" Song Tangtang asked.

"It's not enough. It's best to have foreign literary theory books in this area. After all, avant-garde novels came from Europe and the United States." Fang Minghua explained.

Song Tangtang pondered for a moment: "Can you ask Lili to help with this? She is in Yanjing and majoring in literary translation, so she must be exposed to a lot of foreign works."

"That's what I mean, why don't you call Li Li and ask for me?" Fang Minghua said.

As a result, the girl rolled her eyes at him: "Lili, you're not familiar with me, so why are you looking for me? Just call her directly."