Chapter 32: Youth Digest of Youth Literature Society
Tsinghua Literary Society has a relatively early history. Its predecessor was the Novel Research Society. It was established in 1920 by Liang Shiqiu, Gu Yuxiu and Wu Wenzao, who were students of the 1923 class of Tsinghua University.
Later, at Wen Yiduo's suggestion, the society was renamed Tsinghua Literature Society. In 1921, its official members included Wen Yiduo, Yu Shangyuan, Zhu Xiang, Wu Jingchao, Sun Dayu, Xie Wenbing, Gu Yiqiao, Rao Mengkan, Yang Shien, etc.
people.
Members published articles in Tsinghua Weekly and its Literary Supplement, published a series of Tsinghua Literature Society books, and invited Xu Zhimo and Zhou Zuoren to give speeches.
Unfortunately, after Wen Yiduo and Liang Shiqiu went to the United States one after another and the main backbone left, the Tsinghua Literary Society's momentum plummeted.
By the time of the nationwide restructuring of institutions in 1952, Tsinghua had been transformed from a comprehensive university into a school of science and engineering, and the Tsinghua Literary Society was invisibly disbanded.
Up to now, after more than 20 years of development, the liberal arts majors established by Tsinghua are still very few. There are only a few liberal arts departments such as the Department of Humanities, the Department of Sociology, the Department of Law, and the Department of Fine Arts. But at least there are some seeds of liberal arts.
Tsinghua Literature Society is also a little angry.
Take Lin Xiaoguang's English class as an example. Anyone who loves literature almost all joins this club.
Not to mention others, several class cadres in the class, Zhao Ziyu, Bai Yang, and Gu Min, all joined the Tsinghua Literature Club and were also key members of the club.
They approached Lin Xiaoguang to request a manuscript, but unexpectedly he suggested changing the journal title, and they were a little dazed for a moment.
"Why, isn't this a bad name?"
"Okay, that's great, but?" Bai Yang hesitated.
She couldn't say that the name was decided by the club president. How could you, a person who has never joined the club, have the right to change it?
Gu Min was smarter. Seeing that Lin Xiaoguang did not refuse the manuscript, she changed the subject: "Xiaoguang, write the manuscript first. We can discuss the name of the journal later."
"Well, that makes sense." Lin Xiaoguang nodded.
Seeing that he agreed very much, Gu Min was immediately overjoyed: "Then it's settled, you have a copy of the manuscript, and I'll come over and get it."
"Wait a minute, it's not over yet."
"ah?"
"The ugly words come first. I doubt your strength. As the saying goes, planting a well-planted plane tree will attract phoenixes to perch. In order for my works not to become dusty, I must first see your achievements. If your journal can do it well,
Too bad, I'm sorry, I can't provide you with my manuscript." Lin Xiaoguang spread his head and shrugged.
Several people were dumbfounded.
"Lin Xiaoguang, why are you like this? We are in the same class after all. Besides, this is for the honor of the school. You let me down so much." Bai Yang pointed at him, hating that iron cannot be transformed into steel.
Lin Xiaoguang was a little confused. What is the logic of this?
"Okay, okay." Seeing that something was wrong, Gu Min took Bai Yang away decisively. Before leaving, he said to him: "Don't worry, we will definitely do a good job and we won't let you down. I've decided on your manuscript."
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After returning, Bai Yang added fuel to the fire and told several main cadres of the society about the matter.
Editorial Director Zhao Ziyu lowered his head in deep thought and said nothing.
On the contrary, Zhou Chenghui, the head of the Organization Department, glanced at Zhao Ziyu and immediately sneered: "If he is dead butcher Zhang, he won't eat pigs with hair on them. I still don't believe it. There is no one in the Tsinghua campus and the Tsinghua Literary Society whose writing skills are better than his?"
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Next to him, the head of the Propaganda Department, Zhu Jianjun, kicked him.
Suddenly, Zhou Chenghui suddenly realized that the secret channel was broken. He looked up and saw that the president Qi Mingyuan's face turned dark.
A few days later, Lin Xiaoguang didn't see Zhou Min coming to ask for the manuscript. He thought that this matter must have become a scandal. However, in the room of the teacher of the Tsinghua Faculty and Staff House, Lin Xiaoguang saw the new release of "Weiming Lake", a journal sponsored by Peking University's May 4th Literary Society.
of one issue.
This conference of the All-China Federation of Literary and Art Circles has great influence and a wide range of influence. The Department of Chinese Language and Literature of Peking University has implemented the Double Hundred Policy at an astounding speed. It deserves to be the ancestral home of Chinese universities and the best among 20 million young people.
Literary youth, the spirit of literary creation makes people worship them.
Let’s talk about “Unnamed Lake” again.
Journals are a broad concept. Those sponsored by the school are called school journals, and those sponsored by clubs are of course called social journals. "Weiming Lake" is the social journal of the May Fourth Literary Society of Peking University.
There are two characters in the name of the May Fourth Literary Society, but that does not mean that it was born during the May Fourth Movement in 1919. It was actually founded in 1956, many years behind the Tsinghua Literary Society. However, because Peking University is now a comprehensive school
, the May Fourth Literary Society is much better than the Tsinghua Literary Society.
When the May 4th Literary Society was born, it was famous as a poetry club, and even now most of its members are poets.
But the issue of "Weiming Lake" that Lin Xiaoguang saw contained not only poems, but also new novels by Liu Zhenyun, Chen Jiangong, Huang Beijia, Zha Jianying, and Shaojun.
"You are reading this. Why, you, a great writer, have not submitted any articles? Aren't you very familiar with the people in the Chinese Department of Peking University?" Teacher Fu came over with a tea cup and saw that his hands were slightly rough.
The mimeographed text can’t help but make a joke.
"I can't even take care of my own affairs." Lin Xiaoguang closed "Weiming Lake".
"I almost forgot, I was just about to tell you this."
Teacher Fu put down the teacup and stared at him with a serious look on his face: "Xiaoguang, you are still a student now, so you still have to focus on your studies. You can do other things if you can. For example, writing novels, you still make so much money.
Okay, have you eaten enough? It’s almost okay. The final exam is coming soon. If you don’t get the first place, next semester..."
She didn't say anything later, but the meaning was self-evident. Lin Xiaoguang saw her warning eyes and knew that she was not joking. He immediately replied solemnly: "Don't worry, I won't let you down."
"Don't talk nonsense." Teacher Fu glared at him.
"Teacher Lin, I've finished the questions. Please revise them quickly. Hurry up, otherwise I won't have time to play." Fu Anqing shouted from the room inside.
"coming."
As the saying goes, a person is full and warm, and his sexual appetite is full. Lin Xiaoguang is now busy writing every day, and he is not delaying in his studies. Both of them have good grades and are in the best mental state. Even their physical condition is better because they have received royalties and have more money to eat.
My nutrition and health are great, and I feel like I am growing taller.
My career and studies are balanced, my physical development continues, and my little life is a blessing.
But in this state, he always felt a little idle and unmotivated, and there was always something he was worried about. He knew why this was, and it was because of what happened before.
On this day, the three of them gathered together again to eat Peking roast duck in Quanjude.
After dinner, while drinking Arctic Ocean soda, Lin Xiaoguang stared at Lin Xiaoyun and then at Yang Lan. After the soda bottomed out and the bottle was placed on the dining table, he slowly said: "Sister, Lanlan, tell me, should we do something useful?"
Something meaningful?”
He decided to pursue a career without regrets.
"Meaningful things? What do you mean?" Lin Xiaoyun glanced at him and continued eating roast duck.
Yang Lan was already full, drinking soda comfortably, staring at him without blinking, as if asking, what is something meaningful?
"I want to set up a club." Lin Xiaoguang was too lazy to answer riddles.
"Ahem..." Lin Xiaoyun choked.
After a while, after swallowing the food, her face turned red, and then she glared at him angrily: "Be careful what you say next time, so as not to scare people again."
"As for what? I'll just set up a club."
"Just pay it back?"
"Sister, be calm and listen to me slowly."
"Okay, I'll listen."
"I want to set up a literary club. I've already thought of a name. It's called Youth Literature Club. It will have a magazine called Youth Digest..."