Back to 80: My Literary Life

Chapter 506 505 "Literary Night·Yanjing·89"

On the last day of 1989, some representatives of the Youth Entrepreneurship Association were busy in the auditorium of the Materials Department, rehearsing the party here.

The Materials Auditorium originally belonged to the Ministry of Materials and Materials and was opened to the public in the early 1980s. With more than 1,600 seats, it is considered a relatively large indoor performance venue in Yanjing.

In this era when indoor performance venues are still relatively scarce, the Weizi Auditorium is considered a top venue. Many cultural and artistic groups perform in the Weizi Auditorium. Well-known performance groups such as the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe also perform here every year, including Yuanzheng and Zhu Mingying. Famous for singing here.

But today, it belongs to a group of writers.

No professional singers or film and television stars were invited, and all the writers performed by themselves throughout the evening.

Fang Minghua was also fortunate to participate in the organization of the party, and he knew many people.

Wang Meng, Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa, Wang Anyi, Shi Tiiesheng, Tie Nuan, and Han Shaogong were all participants in this party.

At this time, he was standing backstage looking at a party poster.

The picture with red letters on a black background, an illusory still in the background, "We·You" and "we and you" written diagonally in diagonal directions, and "Literary Night·Yanjing·89" printed at the bottom, is quite visually impactful.

Below are the organizers.

"Zhang Jie, Fang Minghua, get ready to go on stage!" Director Zhang Xinxin shouted with a portable speaker.

"Here we go." Fang Minghua replied quickly and walked to the director. Standing with him was the writer Zhang Jie.

Author of "Heavy Wings".

At this time, Zhang Jie was already over fifty, with short permed hair, looking elegant and generous.

"Your task is very simple. Just go out and show your face. You don't have to say anything. Pay attention to your walking posture and keep smiling at the audience below the stage! OK?" Zhang Xinxin warned.

"clear."

"Although it is simple, it is very important. The spirit of the two of you directly determines the style of the entire party! Also, the order cannot be messed up, first Zhang Jie and then Fang Minghua!" Zhang Xinxin still reminded her tirelessly.

Actually, it should be three people.

The other one is Bing Xin.

Since the old man was already very old, the program team decided to use a beam of chasing light to symbolically attend the scene.

In Zhang Xinxin’s words, you three are the first to appear, representing three generations of writers, old, middle and young, and are the prologue to the entire program!

All right

In fact, it's just to show off and act like a mute, it's very simple.

Zhang Jie appeared first, then Fang Minghua, walked to the front desk, faced the audience under the light, smiled and made a POSS, and that was it!

Once OK, Fang Minghua came off the stage after rehearsal. There were still a lot of writers waiting to come on stage in the theater, following the director's instructions.

"Are you done so soon?" Jia Pingwa asked.

"How difficult is it? There's not a single line." Fang Minghua said with a smile: "You guys memorize it slowly, I'm going back first." After that, he turned and left.

On the night of the last day of the 1980s, the entire material auditorium was brightly lit and packed with seats. Different from previous parties, this time, both on and off the stage, there were writers, readers, people who liked literature and people who loved literature.

At eight o'clock sharp, the party officially started.

In the beautiful background music, a low and magnetic voice sounded:

"We and you"

Overture: constant birth.

"He should be fire, love, and all spiritual things. Many people survive and persevere because of this. Many people cannot make it to this day, but they leave love, fire, and hope to us , and be passed down to future generations through us.”

"Work: "For Young Readers", performers: Bing Xin, Zhang Jie, Fang Minghua.

The curtain slowly opened, and a ray of light formed a circle, representing Bing Xin who did not come to the scene in person, but an old voice came from the speaker, reading slowly.

"Familiar kids:

Because I was ill and about to travel far away, I had been isolated from writing in the past three or two months. Because yesterday I saw that the supplement of "Morning News" had a special column "Children's World". The skills and unfamiliar writing are used to communicate with the cute children for the first time. "

The opening content of "For Young Readers".

The venue erupted into thunderous applause.

Soon, the curtain opened again, and Zhang Jie appeared wearing a long black dress, symbolizing the beginning of another new era of literature.

The curtain slowly opened again.

Fang Minghua, wearing a suit and leather shoes, strode out and stood on the other side of the beam circle. All three generations of literary representatives, old, middle and young, took the stage, and the venue burst into endless applause.

The prologue ends quickly, followed by the theme of the first chapter:

"We participate together! We create together!" The sonorous and powerful slogan seems to declare to the world that "we" are a group and "creation" is the fundamental essence and has nothing to do with anything else.

Representative works include Liu Xinwu's "5·19 Long Shot" and "Tilted Court" by You Yu. Of course, the two generals will play the leading roles.

When reform narratives began to replace revolutionary narratives, these experimental works became important and the choices made revealed certain meanings.

The second chapter starts to get gentler, with the theme "Tonight, let's take a walk together".

The first example of the work is Huang Zongying's "Log Cabin", and the second example of the work is Zhang Chengzhi's "The Black Horse".

Why did they gather together?

Fang Minghua, who was sitting in the audience, was confused for a moment.

Poets appear!

"The poet and his or her poetry"

Yang Lian's "Nuori Lang" and Bai Hua's "Love". When Shu Ting came on stage and recited her popular poem "To the Oak Tree": If I love you/I will never be like a climbing flower/Using the high branches to show off myself

The venue once again burst into warm applause.

No one denies that the 1980s was the "golden age of poetry."

But it is also the last age of poetry. Later, "Lamb Body" and "Pear Body". Although they won national awards, they were not worthy of carrying shoes.

Compared with the passion of the poets, the next group appeared solemn and solemn.

"War and Peace, Yesterday and Today - Military Writers"!

All those who appeared were military writers, and the number of people increased suddenly.

Xiu Quan, Li Cunbao, Qian Gang, Liu Yazhou, Li Yanguo, Tang Dong, Qiao Liang, Zhu Sujin, Cui Jingsheng, Yuan Houchun, Hai Bo, He Xiaolu, Ding Xiaoqi, Tao Siliang

"Wreaths at the Mountains", "Triumph at Midnight", "Acacia Trees on the Minefield", "Traveling Chariots" and "Shooting the Sirius".

Although the years have passed, the classics will not be forgotten.

Then the third part: "Friend, have you ever had the same experience?"

There are also many people present, including Lu Yao, Ke Yunlu, Kong Jiesheng, Zhang Kangkang, Lu Xinger, Ye Xin, Liang Xiaosheng, Acheng, Wang Anyi, Han Shaogong, Jia Pingwa. New generation writers Shi Tiiesheng, Yu Hua, Mo Yan, Su Tong, Chen Rong , Iron Neck, etc. finally appear.

These names will sound thunderous to future generations. Regardless of their official status, they are all leaders in the literary world, and they all lead the way.

Shi Tiiesheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, said this in front of thousands of spectators:

"There is no need to shirk responsibility to history at any time. So what if history takes responsibility? We still have to walk the road ahead ourselves."

The applause from the audience lasted for a long time.

In the finale, Wang Meng took the stage to read his work "Long Live Youth":

All days, all days come,

Let us weave you with the golden thread of youth,

One day, after wiping the gun, wiping the machine, and wiping the sweat,

I miss you and greet you,

And look at you with pride!

The party was not long, it ended in two hours. When Fang Minghua followed the crowd out, he found that it was already snowing heavily outside.