Back to 80: My Literary Life

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Fang Minghua came quietly this time and didn't alert anyone, so the Sichuan Writers Association didn't know.

How did the editor-in-chief of the poetry magazine "Star" know about it?

Seeing Fang Minghua's confused look, Yang Xiao smiled and said, "I didn't say that. According to you, I didn't even tell Chairman Zhou of the Provincial Writers Association."

Chairman Zhou is Zhou Keqin. He has met Fang Minghua several times and has a relatively good relationship with him.

Is that what Zhao Muchun said?

possible.

Zhao Muchun came to the celebration as the chief poetry editor of "Yanhe" magazine, and he also knew that he was coming to Chengdu to attend the Galaxy Award ceremony.

Forget it, just stay one more day.

Bai Hang is also a sixty-year-old man, a famous poet, and the founder of the poetry magazine "Stars".

Fang Minghua stayed in Chengdu for one night, and went to the "Stars" poetry magazine the next morning. In an office on the second floor, Fang Minghua met Bai Hang, Ma Shitu, chairman of the Sichuan Writers Association, and the two chairmen. But Zhou Keqin didn't come this time.

Last year, Fang Minghua came to Chengdu to attend the Galaxy Awards ceremony, which alarmed Ma Shitu. This time when Ma Shitu saw Fang Minghua, he smiled and shook hands: "Chairman Fang, I just heard Editor Bai say that you are also coming to Chengdu. Look, you were sneaky last time. , this time it was sneaky again, if editor Bai hadn’t asked Yang Xiao to keep you, you would have slipped away again!"

Fang Minghua suddenly felt a little embarrassed, so he had to explain that this time, I came to Chengdu for personal matters, and I didn't dare to disturb Chairman Ma, Editor Bai, and the others. I wanted to rush back immediately because of the company's affairs, so I didn't want to disturb you.

After a few people exchanged pleasantries, a staff member came in and said that the meeting was about to begin and asked all leaders to come up.

"Leaders, please." Bai Hang made a gesture of invitation.

Fang Minghua followed the leaders of the Sichuan Provincial Writers Association to the third floor. There were enthusiastic fans of the poet in the corridor, and finally a passage was cleared to let everyone in.

Fang Minghua entered the conference room and took a look:

Ah.

The layout of the conference room is also simple. There is a banner hanging on the wall with the words "China. Star Poetry Festival" written on it. There is a row of tables below with melon seeds, peanuts and fruits.

Why is it so similar to the Galaxy Awards ceremony next door?

Of course the atmosphere was much more frenetic.

When the leaders entered, they naturally shook hands with the award-winning poets.

Among them, Fang Minghua only met Bei Dao and Gu Cheng once. That was in the spring of 1981. Fang Minghua won the second prize in a poetry contest held by "Contemporary" and went to Yanjing to receive the award and met Bei Dao and Gu Cheng, who also won the award. .

But there will be no further contact.

Handshakes, pleasantries.

Fang Minghua still respected poets like Bei Dao and Shu Ting, and respectfully called them "Teacher Bei Dao and Teacher Shu Ting."

Bei Dao said that he didn't dare to take it seriously, and felt emotional in his heart.

When I first met him five years ago, he was still an unknown young man, but now he is the vice chairman of the Provincial Writers Association and the editor-in-chief of a magazine! During this period, he published several novels, one of which even won the Mao Dun Literary Award!

After shaking hands with the poets, Fang Minghua, Ma Shitu, and Bai Hang sat at the leadership table. He looked around.

Ha. I unexpectedly met an acquaintance again.

Shang Zhongmin!

Fang Minghua and Shang Zhongmin knew each other when he first served as the deputy editor in charge of poetry and held a special issue of "Contemporary College Students' Poetry". Because of the concept of poetry, Shang Zhongmin, who was still a student at Chongqing University at the time, was dissatisfied and came all the way from Chongqing. When he arrived in Xijing, he and Fang Minghua held a "sword discussion" with thousands of students in the auditorium of Xida, and each proposed his own theory of poetry.

Of course, no one can convince anyone.

I didn't expect to meet you again today.

Fang Minghua smiled at him as a greeting, and Shang Zhongmin also waved generously, which attracted the attention of a young man next to Shang Zhongmin.

"Zhongmin, who is this guy sitting on the rostrum?"

"Wan Xia, didn't you pay attention when Editor Bai introduced him just now? He is Fang Minghua!"

"Is it him, the one who went to Xijing to debate at Xida two years ago? He came to Rongcheng today? Damn it, I have to talk to him carefully today!" Wan Xia was gearing up.

Wan Xia is also a poet. He co-created the "manghanism" poetry genre with Li Yawei, Hu Yu, Hu Dong, Ma Song and others from Shu Province.

The reckless style abandons elegance, advocates the restoration of the meaning of life, and opposes the subjective beautification of the world through poetry. The language is humorous, ironic, witty and ridiculing, and is characterized by the pursuit of the original ecology of life.

"Trouble, destroy or even blow up closed or pseudo-open cultural and psychological structures!" This is the declaration of recklessness.

After hearing Wan Xia's words, Shang Zhongmin hurriedly whispered: "Don't mess around! Fang Minghua is not easy to mess with! Our target today is them!"

After speaking, Shang Zhongmin glanced at the row of award-winning poets sitting opposite: Bei Dao! Shu Ting! Gu Cheng! .

Opposite the top ten award-winning poets, there were all famous young poets from Shu Province such as Shang Zhongmin, Wan Xia, Hu Dong, etc., there were more than twenty of them!

Fang Minghua had heard the other party's name, but he only knew one person, Shang Zhongmin, and Bai Hang quietly introduced the others.

It is indeed the land of abundance, the land of poetry and books, where Li Taibai and Su Dongpo came from.

Fang Minghua sighed inwardly after hearing this.

However, is poetry a little distorted by their generation?

"Neo-traditionalism", "holism", "non-nonism", "recklessism". There are so many poetry schools, why don't they inherit the charm of Li Taibai and Su Dongpo?

According to the arrangement of the organizing committee, this morning is mainly a poetry exchange meeting. The "Top Ten Poets" and some local Sichuan poets will have some discussions on the development of today's poetry.

As the host of the meeting, Bai Hang introduced Bei Dao and the others to everyone present after a simple opening statement.

In fact, the names of these people are all familiar to everyone, and many of them have only heard of their names but not seen their names. Today, when I saw this person, every time one of them was introduced, the audience burst into warm applause.

Immediately afterwards, the "Top Ten Poets" were invited to recite their own poems. From left to right, the first one to stand up was Shu Ting. She recited one of her long poems "The One Who Can Sing" in a tone with a slight Fujian accent. iris"

My sadness is because of your shining

A faint halo of light rose up.

on your chest

I have become a singing iris

The breeze of your breath blows me

The poem was very long, but the venue was quiet when Shu Ting recited it. Everyone listened carefully until the recitation was completed, and warm applause broke out.

So beautiful!

Next came Gu Cheng, who was as shy as ever. He stood up and recited his popular short poem "A Generation":

The night gave me a pair of black eyes

But I use it to find the light...

This poem has become a classic, and almost everyone present has heard it, but when it was recited by the author himself, it still sounded so exciting.

"Gu Cheng, I love you!" Suddenly a girl couldn't help but screamed, and the venue burst into laughter.

However, although the girl's face was flushed, she had no intention of running away. Instead, she looked at Gu Cheng with bright eyes, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

The hot girls in Sichuan Province are really fierce.

Fortunately, I haven't said again like those girls in later generations: "I want to give birth to a monkey for you..."

The last one to appear was Bei Dao.

As one of the soul figures of the Misty Poetry School and the standard-bearer of the Yanjing side of the two major poetry camps, his appearance is naturally more meaningful.

The venue suddenly became quiet.

What he recited today was his new work "Daydream":

You didn't come back as scheduled

And this is the meaning of parting

a journey of love

Sometimes it's like smoking

Simple

The basement is empty to guard you

…..

…

Bei Dao was reciting affectionately when someone suddenly shouted: "That's enough!"

Before everyone could react, they heard the man say: "Bei Dao, look at what you wrote? It's long, verbose, and incomprehensible... Come down, your time has passed!"

It’s Wan Xia!

The other party started to attack and pointed the finger directly at Bei Dao!