Back to 80: My Literary Life

It's actually here.

One poem is worth two bowls of noodles!

How generous.

"Fang Minghua?" Li Li asked in a low voice when she saw his expression was different.

"This is written by Zha Haisheng. You see, although his last signature was erased with a pen, you can still clearly read the word Haizi."

Li Li took it and looked at it carefully, and sure enough, she could vaguely see the signature.

"Comrade, the poet just sold you this poem for two bowls of noodles. Can I buy it for two bowls of noodles?" Fang Minghua said to the boss.

The boss was very happy to hear this.

"Take it, you are the editor of the magazine and publish it, leaving it to me is just a waste. I don't want the money, so as not to say that the people of our capital are stingy!"

But in the end, Fang Minghua insisted on paying for two more bowls of noodles, and after finishing the meal, he left the noodle shop with this poem.

"Fang Minghua, do you want to find Haizi now?" Li Li asked.

"Yes, go find him!"

The two returned to the University of Political Science and Law and went straight to the faculty dormitory.

There seemed to be someone inside this time.

Fang Minghua was just about to knock on the door when he suddenly heard a girl's silver bell-like laughter coming from inside:

"Teacher, where are the poems you wrote for me?"

"It's written. Listen to it."

Then came Haizi’s non-standard Mandarin voice:

"your hands"

north

hold your hand

hand

Take off gloves

They are just two little lights

my shoulders

It's two old houses

accommodates so much

Even accommodated the night

your hands

above him

illuminate them

…

….

"Teacher, the writing is really nice. Did you give it to me?"

"certainly"

…

…

The two are talking about love.

It seems a bit unfortunate?

Fang Minghua and Li Li looked at each other.

However, Fang Minghua still knocked on the door shamelessly. It was not easy to come.

There was the sound of a chair being accidentally knocked over, and after a while, Haizi asked:

"Which one?"

"Hello, I am Fang Minghua, the editor-in-chief of the poetry section of Yanhe magazine. I would like to talk to you about poetry."

The door opened quickly, and it was a thin young man with a beard who opened the door.

Haizi.

There was a girl standing inside.

Fang Minghua took out his work permit and handed it to the other party. Haizi looked at it and immediately became enthusiastic.

"Editor Fang, please come in."

Fang Minghua entered the house and saw for the first time the girl named "B" in Haizi's poems, Wang Bowan.

Round face, very cute.

Wang Bowan blushed a little and told Haizi that she was going back to the dormitory now. Then she greeted Fang Minghua and the others with a shy smile and hurriedly left the room.

Haizi seemed a little embarrassed and quickly explained that that was his student who was lecturing her poetry just now.

It's too obvious to hide anything.

Fang Minghua naturally couldn't point it out, so he introduced Li Li: "She is a graduate student at Yan University and a member of the May Fourth Literary Society. We just found Xichuan."

After he finished speaking, he took out the crumpled paper from his pocket and handed it to the other party, "Haizi, did you write this?"

Haizi was surprised when he saw it: "Why is it in your hands?"

"What a coincidence, I just went to the noodle shop near the south gate of the University of Political Science and Law." Fang Minghua briefly told what happened.

Haizi also laughed after hearing this, what a coincidence.

"Haizi, I plan to publish this poem in the next issue of Yanhe Magazine's poetry column." Fang Minghua stated his plan again.

"Do you have any poems that you haven't published yet?"

"One more."

Haizi took out another poem from the desk drawer.

Fang Minghua took it over and took a look:

Oh dear, it’s "Asian Copper"!

Asian Copper, Asian Copper

My grandfather died here, my father died here, and I will die here too.

You are the only place to bury people

Asian Copper, Asian Copper

After beating the drum, we call the heart dancing in the dark the moon

This moon is mostly made up of you.

"I want this one too!" Fang Minghua took it into his arms without hesitation.

Good harvest today.

After the matter was done, Fang Minghua said goodbye and left. On the way back, Li Li, who had been silent just now, suddenly spoke.

"Fang Minghua, I just heard that girl called Teacher Haizi?"

"Yes, he should be Haizi's student."

"Teachers and students love?!"

"probably?"

"I have a roommate in the same dormitory who studied at Yan Normal University for his undergraduate degree." Li Li told the story.

"When we were chatting, she said that there was a male teacher at Yan Normal University who was engaged in folk poetry research. His surname was Shen. He was weak, pale, and shabbily dressed. However, he had won wide respect and the favor of female students by collecting folk songs he traveled across mountains and rivers. "

"Later, the most beautiful girl in the class he taught married him after graduation. Now the couple is very loving and walks every morning and afternoon in the Jiuxiao Garden of Yanjing Normal University."

"Do you think it's possible for Haizi and her student to fall in love?" Li Li asked.

become?

There are several girls behind me.

It seems that in Haizi's poems, the abbreviation is followed by "P", "A", "S", "H"... girl.

For this reason, Haizi also wrote a poem "Four Sisters". Generally speaking, it refers to the four women that Haizi cares about most in his life - Bo Wan, Annie, Shifen and Bai Peipei.

In fact, in a sense, Haizi is an out-and-out scumbag.

However, Fang Minghua did not say these words.

He thought for a while and said: "I don't know, but we don't need to care about these things. We just need to like the poems he wrote, don't you think so?"

The girl nodded after hearing this.

"But, Li Li, you'd better not find someone like Haizi." Fang Minghua said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"I know that the more talented a man is, the less likely he is to be single-minded in his relationship because there are too many temptations, right, Fang Minghua?"

Li Li looked at him after speaking.

Why are you looking at me?

After leaving the University of Political Science and Law and the two separated, Fang Minghua took the car back to the General Political Courtyard.

When he got home, Song Tangtang and his grandfather also came back, and Fang Minghua told the girl what happened today.

Grandma, who was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper with reading glasses, heard that Fang Minghua saw several student poets, and she immediately became interested.

"Minghua, can you give me some poems to read?"

"Grandma, look." Fang Minghua quickly handed her four poem drafts.

She was a talented girl from Jinling Girls' School back then!

Grandma looked at it carefully for a while, raised her head and said: "Minghua, these poems are all very good. They are different from Ai Qing's generation, and different from the hazy poems written by Bei Dao and Gu Cheng now, especially this one called Haizi." A young man, a bit like Holderlin."

"Are you talking about the famous German poet and pioneer of classical romantic poetry, Friedrich Holderlin?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Yes, it's him. "Ode to Freedom," "Ode to Humanity," and "Die for the Motherland" are all his masterpieces. From these two poems by Haizi, I can see the shadow of Holderlin."

"Minghua, you have good taste and you seem to be a qualified editor." Grandma finally smiled.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Song Tangtang sat aside and said nothing. Although she also liked literature and poetry very much, she also knew in her heart that compared with her grandma and her boyfriend, her literary accomplishments were still relatively inferior.

But that's okay.

He praised Minghua and felt happy in his heart.

"Grandma, I plan to do a column on college students' poetry for several consecutive issues, focusing on publishing excellent poems written by a group of students. When I have time, I plan to visit other universities."

Fang Minghua expressed his thoughts.

Now that I have become the deputy editor and responsible for poetry, there must be some buzz, right?

After that, he said to Song Tangtang: "I will seize the time to finish revising my novel, then call President Huang and Editor Zhang to share my thoughts, and then go to Tsinghua University and Yan'an Normal University. Will you go then?"

"I'll go if I have nothing to do." Song Tangtang said, "But today, my grandpa and I went to the Institute of Political Science to visit and met a former friend of my brother's who also likes literature. I want to meet you."

"Who? What's your name?"

"His name is Wang Shuo."