Back to 80: My Literary Life

Suddenly I remembered another master of prose, Yu Qiuyu.

Don't look at his character but only his articles. His prose is indeed unique, especially the book "Cultural Journey", which uses landscapes and scenery to seek the soul of culture and the true meaning of life, and explore the historical destiny of Chinese culture and the personality of Chinese literati.

It only appeared after the 1990s, and it was already a sensation. Fang Minghua also liked it, although there were many flaws in it.

In fact, it was not Yu Qiuyu who was the first to get involved in this field. Scholars had written about it as early as the 1980s. Two old scholars, Jin Kemu and Zhang Zhongxing, one wrote "Swallows Peck at Spring Ni" and the other wrote "Negative Words on Negative Xuan" , is a typical work of this type of prose, but it is not as famous as Yu Qiuyu.

Fang Minghua has seen such things.

Let’s try writing too, shall we?

"Minghua, it's time to go!" Lu Yao's voice woke him up from his thoughts. When he looked back, he saw three people waiting for him.

He quickly kept pace and exited the exhibition hall gate.

"Editor Fang, I heard from Chairman Lu that you are very knowledgeable about calligraphy. No wonder you were fascinated when you saw the word Gunxue." Xu Yue said.

"These two characters belong to the Han Dynasty. The character "gun" has a dynamic feel when it is stroked and stroked, while the character "雪" has a static texture." Fang Minghua said.

After practicing calligraphy for the past two years, my handwriting is not very good, but my appreciation of calligraphy has improved rapidly.

After hearing this, Xu Yue suddenly thought of an idea.

"Editor Fang, you are indeed proficient in calligraphy. Otherwise, can you write an inscription for our "Chinese and Foreign Documentary Literature" magazine?"

"What word?"

"It's just Chinese and foreign documentary literature. We will change the cover from the next issue."

Xu Yue thought about it.

Although he has never seen Fang Minghua's calligraphy, he heard from Lu Yao that he usually practices calligraphy at home, so it's not much different.

More importantly, Fang Minghao is now the vice chairman of the Qin Provincial Writers Association and a director of the Chinese Writers Association. He is still under 30 years old and has huge room for advancement.

If he writes the name of a magazine, it will definitely be the best advertisement!

Better than writing a piece of reportage!

The more Xu Yue thought about it, the more excited she became, but Fang Minghua smiled bitterly and quickly waved away.

Can you appreciate your own calligraphy at home, or can you coax a foreigner like Emily to write the title of a book in someone else's journal?

I wonder how many people are joking behind their backs?

Definitely not.

But Xu Yue couldn't help but begged, and finally Lu Yao joined in and asked Fang Minghua to write a picture. As friends, we should help each other.

As a last resort, Fang Minghua had no choice but to agree, saying that he would practice these words carefully when he went back and try to make them more attractive before writing the inscription.

In the evening, Factory Director Tang and his leadership team held a banquet for three people in the guest house of the pharmaceutical factory. Fang Minghua and the others came to the private room. Director Tang did not invite a few people to sit down, as if they were waiting for someone.

At this time, a staff member hurriedly walked in and whispered a few words in front of Director Tang.

Factory Director Tang nodded after hearing what the other party said and said with a smile: "Chairman Fang, Chairman Lu, Deputy Commissioner Cui, who is in charge of culture and education in our regional administration, is here to visit you."

oops

A city-level leader actually came!

Fang Minghua and Lu Yao immediately looked at Xu Yue. Did they agree not to alert the officials?

Xu Yue quickly said that he did not notify the local government himself, and he was still confused now.

"Everyone, don't guess. I contacted the relevant leaders of the regional administrative office." Director Tang smiled heartily: "The two are famous writers and the vice-chairmen of our province's Writers' Association. Chairman Fang is also a director of the National Writers' Association. Why don't you come to Tianhan?" How can I be so quiet? If I let the administrative leaders know about it in the future, they will definitely criticize me. It is better to report it to the leaders first."

well.

It's like this everywhere.

Especially in this province, you can't go anywhere else freely, and you are always accompanied by local leaders.

The same seems to be true today.

"Later, everyone, we will greet you." After speaking, Director Tang led the leadership team out of the private room, and the group walked in not long after.

The person walking in front was a man in his fifties wearing a suit. Fang Minghua didn't recognize him. He was probably Commissioner Cui, but there was a man behind him who he knew well.

Wang Peng is a director of the Qin Provincial Writers Association, chairman of the Tianhan Writers Association, and the editor-in-chief of the Tianhan regional literary journal "Gunxue". He is the author of the novels "Mountain Sacrifice" and "Water Burial", and a collection of short and medium stories "The Night of Rapeseed Flowers Blooming", etc.

Factory Director Tang introduced them, and Commissioner Cui shook hands with the three of them one by one.

"Welcome to Tianhan, especially the two great writers. On behalf of the regional municipal party committee and administrative office, I welcome you!"

A few people exchanged pleasantries, Fang Minghua and the others shook hands with the other accompanying persons, and everyone sat down.

Commissioner Cui's name was Cui Xinting, and he insisted on letting Lu Yao or Fang Minghua sit at the head of the table, so the two naturally gave in. In the end, Cui Xinting sat at the head of the banquet, with Fang Minghua and Lu Yao sitting on both sides.

On the other side of Fang Minghua is Wang Peng.

"Chairman Fang, if you and Chairman Lu come to Tianhan, no one else will tell you. At least you should inform me, right? We are a family." Wang Peng complained in a low voice.

"Inform you? I told you about you, can you promise not to tell the regional leaders?" Fang Minghua rolled his eyes at him.

"Hehe." Wang Peng smiled in a low voice: "No, it's still the same."

Fang Minghua was speechless.

The banquet starts as soon as everyone arrives, and the food is local specialties.

The Tianhan area borders the Qinling Mountains to the north and the Bashan Mountains to the south. There are many birds and animals in the mountains. There is no concept of animal protection these days. Bear paws, pheasant meat, and salamander are all game!

Just listen to Cui Xinting say: "These vegetables are all harvested in our mountains and caught in the water. We will not drink Wuliangye today, but our local wine! Although it is not as famous as Wuliangye, the quality is very good!"

After saying that, a waiter came up with a blue and white porcelain jar. Fang Minghua took a look, what a guy, it can hold three kilograms!

"This is the puree from our Chenggu Winery. It is a special supply and cannot be bought on the market. Today I specially brought it for a few famous writers to try."

After Cui Xinting finished speaking, the waiter immediately took out the wine dispenser, poured out the wine from the blue and white porcelain jar, and then filled everyone's wine glasses.

Lu Yao couldn't drink, so he specially prepared Jianlibao for him - this is a very popular drink now.

"Chenggu Winery is a well-known enterprise in our area and a big profit and tax maker. Now we all drink this when entertaining guests. How does it taste?"

Fang Minghua picked up the wine glass and tasted it.

"Yes, it is comparable to Wuliangye." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Chairman Lu can't drink today. Chairman Fang and Editor Xu, please drink more today." Cui Xinting said.

"Commissioner Cui, to tell you the truth, I often drink Chenggu wine at home." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"oh?"

"Wu Jianye, the director of Chenggu Winery, is also a comrade of my uncle, we know each other." Fang Minghua explained.

"Oh, yes, I remembered, one love, one glass of wine, Chenggu Tequ! This is their winery's advertisement in your magazine!"

"Yes, Director Wu is indeed a capable person." Fang Minghua said.

"Since you are so familiar with Director Wu, I might as well ask him to come over tomorrow!" Cui Xinting said again.

"Don't, don't," Fang Minghua said quickly, "Director Wu will drink as soon as he comes. I'm ashamed of how much he drinks."

Everyone laughed after hearing this.

Chenggu Winery is a major local profit and tax company, so many leaders in the county and even regional offices know this person.

He's really famous for his drinking.

Everyone chatted and soon started talking about the three-person trip to China.

When Cui Xinting heard that Lu Yao came to Tianhan mainly to research companies and write a reportage, he nodded repeatedly.

"It's a good thing, a good thing! Our enterprises in Tianhan should be well publicized! Tianhan is a place with inconvenient transportation and limited information. Thank you for eating. In this day and age, the old idea that the smell of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley has long passed It’s time, we should promote it vigorously!”

"Chairman Lu, I know you don't drink now, so let's do this. You drink tea and I drink, and I toast you. Thank you for your support for the economic development of our enterprises in the Tianhan region!"

Cui Xinting is indeed sincere.

Now local leaders are really working hard for local economic development.

After the two had a drink, Cui Xinting asked Fang Minghua again: "Chairman Fang, what calligraphy are you going to leave behind?"