Literary Master 1978

Doggo's family lives in a poor mountain village. His sister has a pair of second-hand sneakers, which were given to his sister by relatives from the city when they came to visit.

One day, he went to retrieve the repaired shoes for his sister, but accidentally lost them. Fearing the punishment from his parents, Doggo begged his sister to reach an agreement with him: every day, his sister would wear his shoes to school, and then change them to his shoes after school.

Doggo originally planned to find his shoes, but he couldn't find them after several attempts, so he had to give up and decided to buy a new pair of shoes.

In order to earn money to buy new shoes, he tried to catch fish in the river, but the fish he caught after working hard for a long time were stolen by his friends.

He went to catch cicadas again, and secretly took them to the market to buy them, and was almost arrested for speculation.

After finally getting the money, his father, who was working in the construction team in the city during the slack season, was injured. In order to treat his father, Doggo spent the money he had earned hard, and Doggo's idea of ​​buying shoes was once again ruined.

Later, Xiaogouzi saw the notice of the commune holding a long-distance running competition, and there happened to be a pair of shoes in the prizes of the competition.

Xiaogouzi finally participated in the long-distance running competition after much effort, but he was short and could not run faster than those older children. He ran desperately all the way, and all he could see was the scene of his sister exchanging shoes with him after school. Finally, he fell down. In order to win, he got up and rushed to the finish line regardless of everything, but unfortunately he did not even make it into the top ten.

When the champion enjoyed the applause and prizes of victory, Xiaogouzi was full of tears and disappointment.

On the other hand, the father who had recovered from his injury finally got the compensation from the construction team. The first thing he thought of was to buy new shoes for Xiaogouzi and his sister.

The sad Xiaogouzi returned home and found that his father had bought new shoes for his sister and him.

He took off his old shoes that were already worn out, soaked his feet full of blisters in the stream, and after washing his feet, he could wear new shoes.

At this time, a small fish swam towards him and surrounded his feet.

"Little Shoes" is a film written and directed by Iranian director Majid Majidi. The film was released in 1997 and won several film festival awards, but none of them were heavyweight. The only thing worth mentioning is that it was shortlisted for the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film that year.

This film pays attention to the whole process of poor children realizing a dream in their own way with a warm eye, full of humanistic care, and the precious qualities of innocence, kindness, friendship, and positivity are vividly displayed in the film.

Although the film did not achieve any breakthrough honors that year, it profoundly influenced the development of Iranian and even Asian films in the following 30 years.

It's like Zhang Yimou's appearance at the Berlin Film Festival with "Red Sorghum", which profoundly influenced the subsequent Chinese film industry.

"Little Shoes" and director Majid Majidi also made Iranian films embark on a path of focusing on reality and humanistic care, emerging in the world film industry and establishing their own unique style.

It can be said that the beginning of Iranian films in the world film scene after 2010 is inseparable from the influence of the classic film "Little Shoes".

Lin Chaoyang presented this unborn film in the form of text and made localized processing, which not only retained the positive and warm style of the original work, but also injected the beauty of the text into the story, making this novel bloom with unprecedented vitality.

At the end of the novel, Xiaogouzi finally got the shoes he had dreamed of. Imagining him putting his tender but blistered feet into the clear water, Wu Yingfang couldn't help crying.

"Why are you crying again?"

Tao Yushu noticed her abnormality and asked hurriedly.

Wu Yingfang wiped her tears and said in tears: "Yushu, you must read Xu Lingjun's new novel, it's so well written!"

"Woo woo! How can he be so sensational? I didn't even plan to cry!"

The more Wu Yingfang said this, the more she couldn't hold back her tears.

The novel's aftereffects gradually came up, and some of her own imaginary scenes kept flashing in her mind.

A poor family, a child who exchanges shoes with his sister to go to school, a thin figure running hard for a new pair of shoes...

In fact, Lin Chaoyang did not deliberately sensationalize in the novel, but every reader has his own thoughts.

The information and emotions conveyed through abstract words are processed by the brain. Although they are not as intuitive as images, they are more impactful and unforgettable.

Listening to Wu Yingfang's words, Tao Yushu finally understood that she cried while reading the novel.

She looked at Wu Yingfang, and she couldn't help feeling a little proud at the same time.

She was the first reader of "Little Shoes", so she naturally knew the content of the novel. When she read the manuscript, she couldn't help but wet her eyes several times.

However, she is different from Wu Yingfang. Except for being blind in love, she is very rational most of the time, and rarely cries for a novel.

The value of "Little Shoes" is not the hysterical sadness and unbridled catharsis, but its positivity, kindness, warmth and humanistic care.

Under the poetic treatment of her husband's words, this simple and plain story does not seem thin or boring at all, but is profound and meaningful, which makes people feel full of strength and hope after reading it.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. Your eyes will be swollen if you cry any more. It's just a novel." Tao Yushu comforted.

"What do you mean it's just a novel?"

Wu Yingfang was crying and was unhappy to hear this, "If you haven't read the novel, don't talk nonsense. This is not an ordinary novel."

Her eyes were red and she was sniffing, "I tell you, this novel is much better than "The Shepherd". Apart from those famous works, it is the best novel I have read in the past two years."

"Xu Lingjun...Xu Lingjun..." Wu Yingfang sobbed, "He writes about the countryside, better than Zhao Shuli and Shen Congwen!"

Wu Yingfang's words made Tao Yushu feel panic, "Don't talk so exaggeratedly. If others hear it, not only will they argue with you, but even Xu Lingjun may be verbally attacked."

"Let's argue, the truth will become clearer the more we argue! Am I afraid of them? Xu Lingjun writes well!"

As the saying goes, one fan can defeat ten haters. Tao Yushu looked at Wu Yingfang's performance at this moment and shook his head speechlessly.

"Okay, let's not talk about novels. Class is about to start, let's go."

Tao Yushu urged Wu Yingfang to go to class. While walking, Wu Yingfang did not forget to say to her: "Yushu, you write such good reviews. This time you must read this "Little Shoes" carefully and write more reviews for it."

"Well, I will definitely write it when I have time."

Tao Yushu said perfunctorily.

The two walked to the second floor of the teaching building where they were about to go to class. As they were talking, they saw their classmate Hu Heping coming out of the boys' dormitory.

"Heping, where are you going?" Tao Yushu took the initiative to greet him.

"Yushu! Yingfang! I'm going to participate in an event outside the school."

Hu Heping greeted the two and hurriedly passed by them on his bicycle, looking hurried.

"Where is he going?" Tao Yushu asked curiously, looking at his back.

It was about to start class, but he didn't even go to class.

"You don't know? He has been very close to the people from Today recently. I guess he went to participate in Today's activities!" Wu Yingfang said with some envy.

In the past six months, Today, a folk publication founded by a group of poets and college students, has created a huge influence in major universities in Yanjing. It is very popular among students, and many people are proud to have intersections with the founding team of Today and participate in Today's activities.

It would be even better if a work could be published in Today.

What Wu Yingfang said was right. Hu Heping has been very close to the people from Today recently. He skipped classes today to participate in Today's activities.

He left the gate of Yanshi University and came to the vicinity of Dongsishitiao Hutong. He turned around a building, walked through a narrow corridor, turned around a yard, and finally came to a large courtyard.

This is the home of Zhao Zhenkai, one of the founders and soul of Today. It is the place where the editorial department of Today and authors gather on a daily basis.

Today's gathering is a poetry discussion. Hu Heping started to contribute to Today two months ago. Although his works have not been accepted, he has gradually become familiar with a group of people in Today. Today he came at the invitation of Yang Lian.

Zhao Zhenkai's yard is a yard within a yard. The layout of the compound is a bit messy. It is already three o'clock in the afternoon. The sun is gradually setting in the west. Without the direct sunlight, more than 20 young people gathered in the yard, revealing a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

The discussion was held in a large house next to the main house. Zhao Zhenkai presided over the meeting. This was the first time Hu Heping met Zhao Zhenkai in person. He was particularly excited.

Not only Zhao Zhenkai, there are also several poets who are very famous in Yanjing today. Most of them are young men. Some are workers and some are college students. Everyone has different identities, but they all gather here because of their love for poetry.

Listening to everyone's self-introduction, Hu Heping just felt his blood boiling.

The meeting was chaired by Zhao Zhenkai. Unlike the passionate atmosphere imagined, the atmosphere of the discussion was a bit depressing. Today is both a discussion and an appreciation meeting. Everyone has their own cultural background and way of understanding. Naturally, their understanding and expression of poetry are also different, so it is inevitable that there will be disputes.

In less than half an hour, the big house was filled with quarrels. Several female comrades who attended the meeting were also choked by the smoke in the house and complained. Zhao Zhenkai had to announce a temporary break.

A group of people came to the yard to get some fresh air, scattered in twos and threes.

Hu Heping was familiar with Yang Lian, and stood beside Yang Lian, watching him chatting with others. Hu Heping remembered that the female student who was chatting with Yang Lian introduced herself as Yanda.

"…The imagery in your poem is too abstract. As a poet, I can certainly understand it. But readers rely entirely on their imagination and aesthetics of words to interpret poetry. I feel that this is not conducive to the spread of poetry."

Facing the girl's denial, Yang Lian kept smoking. When he finished this cigarette, he slowly spoke.

"I think the imagery or symbolism of poetry is actually expanding its boundaries, and also expanding the boundaries of human thinking and feelings, which will greatly enhance our aesthetic space when appreciating art.

If, as you said, we just do some simple processing to accommodate readers, I think that will be detrimental to the development of poetry.

We write new poetry not only to convey a new creative concept, but also to determine a new value concept.

We no longer want the false and empty things of the past. We should write and sing about people as people.

People should not wait for salvation like a grass, nor should they be driven by history like a screw.

Poetry is poetry. Compared with the past, we pursue its own meaning and the beauty it can bring to readers, rather than the things attached to it.

Poetry must be like poetry and have poetic flavor! "

Yang Lian's tone was not passionate, but it easily conquered the girl's desire to win. She looked at Yang Lian with a look of admiration and admiration unconsciously.

At this time, the girl with braids next to her said: "Hey, have you seen the "Yanjing Literature and Art" released today?"

The girl with braided braids suddenly mentioned "Yanjing Literature and Art", and the topic changed a lot, but Yang Lian still replied: "I haven't read it, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Xu Lingjun published a new novel on it. I just want to hear your opinion on this novel."

Yang Lian shook his head. Naturally, it was not convenient for him to express an opinion on something he had not seen.

The girl with braids gave Hu Heping the opportunity to participate in the chat, "Is it that "Little Shoes"?"

"Yes, have you seen it?" the girl with braids asked him.

"I haven't finished it, I've only read half of it." Hu Heping replied truthfully.

"What do you think?"

Facing the girl's question, Hu Heping pondered for a while before saying: "I haven't finished the novel yet, so I can't give a final evaluation. I can only talk about my feelings after reading it so far."

He gave a premise. Seeing that no one said anything, they just looked at him and continued talking.

"From a textual perspective, I think Xu Lingjun's performance in this novel has made some progress compared to "The Wrangler". In his writing, the impoverished rural life seems to be a little more poetic.

And I can clearly feel the positive and warm atmosphere created by his writing. The last time I was so touched by the content of local literature was when I read Shen Congwen's works.

Xu Lingjun's story, although everyone says "The Wrangler" is scar literature, I don't agree with it.

His personal style is very distinct, and this time "Little Shoes" is similar to "Wrangler" in some aspects.

They all have a spirit of being positive and refusing to admit defeat despite being in difficult situations, which is very inspiring. I always feel a sense of strength after reading the novel! "

After Hu Heping finished speaking, he looked at everyone unconfidently and said, "This is all my personal opinion. I don't know if it is right or not. Everyone is welcome to criticize and correct me."

The girl with braids asked politely: "Do you think his stuff smells of preaching and hypocrisy?"

When she asked this question, Hu Heping looked a little surprised.

Could this girl have some beef with Xu Lingjun? I was given such a big hat when I first came up.

While Hu Heping was hesitating, the girl beside him pulled the girl with braids.

"Jianying, please pay attention."

"It doesn't matter, it's just a discussion!"

Zha Jianying looked at Hu Heping and asked, "Do you feel this way?"