Peking University, Department of Political Science.
Ma Jue walked into the classroom holding a textbook, which instantly attracted the attention of all the male classmates. When she found a seat to sit down, seven or eight people quickly filled the empty seats next to her. For no other reason than that, those boys just wanted to get closer to the school beauty.
Perhaps out of shame, nearly 10 male classmates sat down around Ma Yu, but no one dared to come up and strike up a conversation. At most, they only glanced at her furtively.
Several male classmates who were chatting also deliberately raised their voices in an attempt to attract Ma Jue's attention with their eloquent talks.
Ma Jue was quite troubled by this, so she took out a literary magazine, lowered her head and started reading quietly. But those chatting were too loud, and she didn’t even want to hear it.
"I heard that Teacher Wei has also resigned. If this continues, I'm afraid we will have to suspend classes."
"What can be done? Without a principal and no funding, teachers can't teach on an empty stomach, right?"
"It's all my fault that their senior students insisted on opening up schools across the country and drove away the principals. The Ministry of Education turned a blind eye to Peking University."
"That is, if you look at the schools at Beijing University of Technology, classes will continue as usual without resumption." (After the merger, Beijing University of Technology became the No. 1 Engineering College of Peiping University. It has not been dissolved and resumed, and is different from several other national universities.
It lasted until the end of the Anti-Japanese War, and then moved to the northwest to form the Northwest Associated University, which was the predecessor of Northwest University in New China)
"Oh, the old students are doing whatever they want, and us freshmen will suffer accordingly."
"How can you say it's nonsense? If old students don't insist on resuming school, where would Peking University still exist now?"
"I heard that Mr. Cai Yuanpei will come back as the principal?"
"He has long since stopped caring about Peking University. It seems that Mr. Zhou Hexuan is going back to Peking University."
"It doesn't matter who becomes the principal, the Ministry of Education can send any principal. We have worked so hard to get into college, we can't give up halfway and go home to farm, right?"
"..."
This topic is obviously the most concerned among students, and more and more students are joining the discussion.
Ma Jue is also worried about this. Her father is the dean of the Chinese Language Department at Peking University. She often hears her father and uncles talk about the school's difficulties. Nearly half of the teachers in the Chinese Language Department have resigned in the past six months.
Just as the classmates were talking about it, a boy suddenly broke in, waving the magazine in his hand and said: "Good stuff, good stuff, "Grudge Monthly", a publication of the Shanghai Left-wing Writers Alliance!"
"Really? Show me quickly!"
"Okay, where did you get this kid?"
"I heard that many great writers have joined the Leftist League."
"..."
Ma Yu had also heard about Zuo Lian. She looked up curiously, wondering whether she should borrow a book from the boy to read.
The boy said proudly: "This is the latest issue of "Grudge" magazine. I asked my uncle to bring it from Shanghai. You can't buy it in bookstores in the north."
"Stop talking nonsense, bring it to everyone and watch it together!" someone said eagerly.
The boy opened the catalog page of the magazine and said: "There are too many people and it's troublesome, so why don't I read to everyone. This issue of "Sprouting" published articles by Lu Xun, Rou Shi, Yin Fu, Wei Jinzhi... and other gentlemen, classmates.
Who do you want to listen to first?”
"Lu Xun, Lu Xun!" everyone shouted in unison.
"Then I'll start reading," the boy said with a smile. "The title of Mr. Lu Xun's essay is "The Tasks of Crescent Society Critics": The critics in the Crescent Society hate to ridicule, but they only ridicule.
One kind of person is a person who writes ridiculing articles... From now on, I'm afraid he will be dissatisfied with the two status quos."
This article by Lu Xun is not long, less than 800 words, and you will be deducted points for taking the college entrance examination. He does not use a single curse word in the entire article, but he makes the critics of the Crescent Society sarcastic and satirizes the Crescent Society literati.
On the surface, he opposes the Kuomintang, but secretly he is servile and begging for mercy.
After the students finished listening to the essay, some couldn't help but ask: "I like Crescent Society very much. Who is Mr. Lu Xun scolding this time?"
"Yes, why did Mr. Lu Xun conflict with the Crescent Society again?"
"It should be Hu Shi. I heard that Mr. Lu Xun and Mr. Hu Shi have always had a bad relationship."
"How could it be Hu Shi? Hu Shi was forced to go overseas because he resisted the Kuomintang's oppressive ideas."
"..."
The students discussed for a long time but had no idea. Finally someone asked Ma Jue: "Student Ma Jue, you seem to be very familiar with Mr. Lu Xun. Who is he criticizing in this article?"
Ma Jue really knew because she had already read this article and immediately replied: "The person you are criticizing is Mr. Liang Shiqiu."
"I think about it, the two of them really have a conflict." Someone immediately shouted.
The Lu-Liang Dynasty war began in 1926. Liang Shiqiu said that the May Fourth literature's description of rickshaw pullers was superficial humanism. Lu Xun immediately wrote an article, not only criticizing Liang Shiqiu, but also scolding the entire Crescent Society.
By 1927, Liang Shiqiu satirized Lu Xun, saying that Zhou Zuoren was the hegemon in the literary world and could not tolerate other people's thoughts being different from theirs. At that time, it was the peak period of the "anti-Red" campaign, and Liang Shiqiu alluded to Lu Xun being a Red Party member. Lu Xun responded that Liang Shiqiu "
"The intention is sinister", and the two really became enmity.
Later, Liang Shiqiu scolded Lu Xun's translated works for being obscure and difficult to understand. They were "hard translations" and had no artistic quality at all. They were not far from "dead translations".
Lu Xun defended his translation, and the two quarreled.
It wasn't until last summer that Liang Shiqiu wrote an article saying that Lu Xun was dissatisfied with the status quo, but only dared to say a few sharp witticisms. It was six months later that Lu Xun wrote this article to fight back, saying that the Crescent School literati pursued freedom of thought and quarreled with the Kuomintang.
Begging for mercy, but helping the Kuomintang maintain law and order (in the literary world) where resistance is really needed.
The two men's writing war never stopped until Lu Xun's death.
The students had a discussion about Lu Xun and Liang Shiqiu. The boy continued to read from the magazine. As he was reading, he suddenly said: "Hey, this poem is interesting!"
"What poem?" someone asked.
The boy said: "The name of the poem is "I Love This Land", and the author is called "Ye Feng". Let me read it to everyone.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with my hoarse throat:
This land battered by storms,
This river of sorrow and indignation always surges with us,
This angry wind that blows endlessly,
And the extremely gentle dawn coming from the forest...
Then I died,
Even the feathers rotted in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply..."
After reading a poem, no one in the classroom spoke, everyone was immersed in the passionate emotion of the poem.
This poem does not have so many twists and turns, it expresses the heart directly, expressing a great patriotic emotion that is unforgettable and will last until death. Its simplicity and its authenticity are the most touching, especially for passionate young people.
, feeling even more impassioned.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply...
Ma Jue repeated these two lines of poetry in a low voice and couldn't help but feel a little crazy.
