Speaking of the literary world in the Republic of China, there are two groups that must be mentioned: one is the Literary Research Association, and the other is the Left-wing Writers Alliance.
About five years ago, the vernacular movement was in full swing, the new school and the old school were arguing endlessly, and there were many conflicts within the new school. Therefore, the Literary Research Association came into being.
The founders have great ambitions. They want to build the Literary Research Association into a Chinese writers union. After years of development, its members include Zheng Zhenduo, Mao Dun, Ye Shengtao, Xu Dishan, Zhou Zuoren, Bing Xin, Zhu Ziqing, Lao She and many other well-known writers throughout China.
north and south of the Yangtze River.
It can be said that the Literary Research Association is the most authoritative and largest group of Chinese writers at present, and its official publication is "Novel Monthly".
Ordinary people are not eligible to join. Zhou Hexuan smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Xu, my "Legend of the Condor Heroes" should belong to the old school of literature. Your literary research association is the base camp of new school writers, and you actually allow me to join?"
Xu Zhimo was stunned: "The Legend of the Condor Heroes was written by Mr. Zhou?"
"You don't know?" Zhou Hexuan was also surprised.
Xu Zhimo shook his head and said with a smile: "I invited Mr. Zhou to join the meeting because of the series of articles "The Rise of Great Powers". The members of our literary research association are not only novelists, but also poets, scholars, playwrights, etc."
"Okay, I made a mistake, I agree to join." Zhou Hexuan didn't care about this.
"That's great," Xu Zhimo was very happy to complete the commissioned task and said, "Mr. Zhou, your writing style is excellent. Why bother to write another popular novel like "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"? Why not write one or two new-school literature articles and submit them to
Published in "Novel Monthly"."
"It depends. I'm really not good at serious literature." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.
Xu Zhimo has also written novels, but he prefers poetry creation, so he quickly changed the topic to this topic: "Has Mr. Zhou done any research on new poetry?"
Zhou Hexuan showed no timidity when facing great poets: "I have written one or two poems."
Xu Zhimo said: "I am now the chief editor of the supplement "Poetry" of "Morning News". If Mr. Zhou has any poetry works to publish, you can submit them to me."
Zhou Hexuan was a man who wanted to be a great literary man, so he naturally had to write a few poems to show off. He immediately said: "I happen to have a few old works that I wrote while traveling in the West. I would like to ask Mr. Xu to help me correct them."
Taking the manuscript paper on the table, Zhou Hexuan started writing, and a beautifully written modern poem was born.
Xu Zhimo was not too surprised when he looked at the simplified Chinese characters that lacked Jin Shaoliang. Four years ago Qian Xuantong was working on simplifying Chinese characters, and three years ago Hu Shi called for simplifying Chinese characters. Now many scholars are studying this work.
Xu Zhimo picked up the poem and read softly:
"You see me or you don't see me
i'm right there
neither sad nor happy
You miss me or you don’t miss me
Love is there
Don't come or go
Do you love me or don’t you love me?
love is there
Neither increase nor decrease
You follow me or you don’t
My hand is in your hand
never give up
Come into my arms
or
Let me live in your heart
love each other silently
Silence likes."
It is "Seeing and Not Seeing" that has been widely circulated on the Internet in later generations. It also pretends to be in the name of Tsangyang Gyatso and attracts countless petty bourgeoisie young people. In fact, this poem has nothing to do with Tsangyang Gyatso. They are both "Readers"
Poisonous chicken soup. By the way, the poem "The Farthest Distance in the World" was also written by "The Reader" with random rhythms and was placed on Rabindranath Tagore.
Xu Zhimo finished reading the poem, carefully pondered the charm, and praised it: "What a poem! It is simple and unpretentious, but full of deep feelings. I didn't expect that Mr. Zhou is also a very affectionate person."
If you want to show off, you have to pretend to be good. How could Zhou Hexuan forget Gu Cheng? He immediately wrote "A Generation" on the manuscript paper.
He only copied the first two lines and discarded the rest. When Xu Zhimo saw those two lines of poetry, he was even more shocked than before. He couldn't help but murmur to himself: "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to
Look for the light. One generation, one generation at a time! These two sentences are worth more than ten thousand dollars. My trip to Tianjin is worth it."
Zhou Hexuan smiled and said nothing because he wanted this effect.
Xu Zhimo suddenly stood up, grabbed Zhou Hexuan's hand and said, "Mr. Zhou, why don't you join the Crescent Society? Our club has many like-minded friends who are extremely enthusiastic and passionate about new poetry. Wen Yiduo
Sir, he must be very happy to see your song "One Generation"."
I don’t want to be gay! Please don’t be so affectionate, okay?
"It's an honor to be invited." Zhou Hexuan smiled and pulled back his hand. He had no objection to joining a literary group. Since ancient times, literati have looked down on each other, but literati also flatter each other. The reputations are all blown out, and the more groups you join, the better.
The more famous literary figures you know, the greater your reputation will be.
"Great, Crescent Society has added another capable person!" Xu Zhimo danced with excitement.
Zhou Hexuan felt that the person in front of him was too childish. His emotions and sorrows were all expressed on his face. He would get very excited when he encountered something happy. As for that?
Perhaps, only people with this kind of personality can write so many good poems that will be passed down to future generations.
Xu Zhimo put away the two poem manuscripts with great care, even changed their titles, and said: "Hexuan, I will publish these two poems of yours in the next issue of "Poetry". By the way," he
Then he took out another 10 yuan and said, "This is your remuneration, 5 yuan per poem, the highest standard for "Poem Engraving"."
"Then I'll be disrespectful." Zhou Hexuan accepted the money. The more of this stuff, the better.
Xu Zhimo came to hold Zhou Hexuan's hand again, but Zhou Hexuan avoided it. He smiled awkwardly and said: "Hexuan, it's almost evening, I'll treat you to dinner. I read two good poems today, so I should celebrate!"
"After I finish the work at hand, come to my house for dinner in the evening," Zhou Hexuan asked, "By the way, do you have a place to stay in Tianjin?"
Xu Zhimo said: "I live in an inn."
"I happen to have a guest room at home. If you don't mind, you can come to my place to rest." Zhou Hexuan said.
Xu Zhimo said happily: "That's just right. We can have a long talk with Brother Zhou tonight."
Zhou Hexuan was sweating like crazy, why did Lao Xu's words become more and more gay?
Ignoring this excitable child, Zhou Hexuan sat down and continued working. He was responsible for compiling Chinese teaching materials for Hope Primary School, and also included his own personal belongings, with the focus being on patriotic education.
For example, the content of the first lesson in the first grade of primary school is: "I am Chinese, I was born in a great country, and I am determined to study for the rise of China."
It is difficult to compile primary school textbooks because you have to consider the acceptance level of children. Among the three sentences just mentioned, "一", "Ge", "Li", "中", and "ER" are new words that need to be learned, and the others
There is no need to master it, just memorize the whole sentence by rote.
Of course, not all texts were written by Zhou Hexuan. He found seven or eight versions of primary school textbooks from all over China, discarding the essentials and selecting those that he thought were reasonable and suitable.
Zhou Hexuan would like to promote pinyin, but unfortunately this work must rely on the government, and it is difficult for non-governmental organizations to handle it.
That night, Xu Zhimo happily chatted with Zhou Hexuan, talking about literature and poetry and his foreign experiences.
Who is Zhou Hexuan? He talks about people and talks about ghosts.
As soon as they had a smooth conversation, Xu Zhimo felt as if he had met a confidant. He found that Zhou Hexuan had many of the same ideas as his own. Even in the middle of the night, he was reluctant to go to the guest room to rest. He slept on Zhou Hexuan's bed and continued to talk nonsense. When they were happy talking, they even liked to hold hands, giving Zhou Hexuan
