After the Double Ninth Festival, late autumn enters, and the weather begins to get colder.
Lin Xiaoguang put on a woolen sweater and stayed at the editorial board of "Youth Digest", reading and drinking tea. It was so leisurely.
Recently, the "Youth Digest" thing made him a little impatient. Realizing this, he went to the street to buy a tea set and used it to temper his temper. After a while, when spring started, he would buy another set.
Fishing gear, go fishing in Yuanmingyuan Lake.
A honeycomb briquette stove and a big teapot can be used to warm yourself around the fire and drink tea. Not to mention how comfortable it is.
Bai Yang came in from the outside and saw him like an old man, leisurely drinking tea, looking leisurely and contented.
"What time has it been? Do you still want to drink tea?"
"When can't you drink tea? Whenever you are calm during important events, sit down and I will make tea for you." Lin Xiaoguang picked up the purple clay pot and poured a cup of tea into the small tea cup.
Bai Yang gasped, holding the tea and drinking it in one gulp.
"Come again!"
"It's really a peony." Lin Xiaoguang shook his head and laughed, and continued to pour.
Bai Yang drank three cups in a row and felt less thirsty, so he sat down on the stool. When he was out of breath, he stared at him, looked up and down, and then said for a long time: "Lin Xiaoguang, I used to be very unconvinced with you, but now
I'm convinced, you are quite capable."
"Really?" Lin Xiaoguang looked at the book without raising his head.
"Yes, you are really capable."
"I'm actually quite incompetent." Speaking of his ability, Lin Xiaoguang suddenly remembered that Teacher Fu is still in his hometown in Anqing. He doesn't know when he will come back. He can't even meet him, so what's the point of talking about his ability?
"You are really capable. I admire the song "White Birch Forest"."
"Is it being spread outside?"
Bai Yang nodded repeatedly: "It has been spread. You have written the lyrics and music score. Who among them, Duolei Secret Technique Solasi, can't do it? This song is so nice."
Lin Xiaoguang thought to himself, "Can it not sound good? This is Pu Shu's classic ballad."
However, he was a little embarrassed. He obviously only wanted to be a literary copywriter and had no intention of copying in the field of music. This time, the May 4th Literary Society forced him into a hurry, otherwise he would not have made this big move.
He nodded to show that he understood, then lowered his head and continued reading.
"What are you reading, are you so serious?" Zhao Ziyu and Gu Min walked over together, arriving before anyone else came.
"Yu Dafu, "Autumn in the Old Capital"."
"Autumn, no matter where it is, is always good. However, autumn in the North is particularly clear, quiet, and desolate. I have traveled thousands of miles to catch up with Qingdao from Hangzhou, and even more from Qingdao.
The reason why I came to Qingdao to catch up with Peiping is just to have a full taste of autumn, the taste of this old capital." Bai Yang began to recite aloud.
Gu Min took the next sentence.
Zhao Ziyu continued: "The reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the singing insects in Xishan, the night moon in Yuquan, the bells in Tanzhe Temple,..."
This is what a literary young man looks like. Suddenly he feels blessed and has to recite poems and prose. It is like an infectious disease, passing the disease from one literary youth to another.
Suddenly, Bai Yang had an idea: "How about we go outside to play."
Several people were also very excited, but when they thought about the pile of things in "Youth Digest" before them, they all sighed and wondered when they would be free and have time to go out for a walk.
"What should we do with readers and letters from readers? What should we do with reader feedback? Someone has to do the work, right?"
Lin Xiaoguang shook his head: "Lu Xun once said that people should be the masters of their interests, not the slaves of their interests. We like literature because of our interest, but when interest turns into work and burden, it is no longer an interest, and autumn outings are also interests. So let’s go play.”
"Lu Xun said this? How come I haven't heard of it?" Zhao Ziyu's eyes widened.
"You're not Lu Xun. How do you know that Lu Xun didn't say anything?" Bai Yang was very interested.
"Don't worry about it, let's go to Xiangshan."
"Is this really good?"
"If you want to stay, let them stay. Give more opportunities to the juniors. The great man once said that the world belongs to young people."
So it was such a happy decision.
On Sunday, they called their friends to Xiangshan. Lin Xiaoguang called Yang Lan and Lin Xiaoyun, his cousin Lin Weidong, and Li Ting, the daughter of Li Jicheng, deputy director of the Chang'an County Revolutionary Committee, who was admitted to the National People's University this year.
Zhao Ziyu also called someone, one of her cousins, Zhao Ziqi from Beihang University.
There were also several people from Lin Xiaoguang's dormitory, Yang Lan's dormitory, Lin Xiaoyun's dormitory, etc. Anyone who wanted to visit Xiangshan all went there together, and many people gathered.
For those who didn't want to go to Xiangshan or had other plans, the company also gave them a holiday, leaving only those who volunteered to stay and stick to their posts.
Finally, Fu Hui also heard the news and came with him.
She was the only little girl among so many sisters. When they saw her, Lin Xiaoyun, Zhao Ziyu and others fell in love with her. Later they found out that Lin Xiaoguang was her history and geography tutor, and they couldn't stop laughing.
After returning from Xiangshan, everyone's spirits were lifted.
Monday passed, and Tuesday was the day of frost. The weather was getting colder and colder, but everyone's hearts were filled with excitement. After several days of brewing, in this lonely and desolate autumn, "Birch Forest" became popular in the entire Peiping university circle.
No matter which school you go to, you can hear someone singing this song or playing it on the harmonica.
In short, "Birch Forest" is completely popular.
At the same time that "White Birch Forest" was being sung, the story of "White Birch Forest" was also spread by word of mouth. "Youth Digest" also took advantage of this trend and entered the sight of tens of thousands of students throughout Peiping.
In the past, when local students in Peiping met, they would say: "Have you eaten? You!"
When we meet now, we say: "Hey, have you heard of the song "White Birch Forest"? It's so nice!"
At the same time, lyricist and composer Lin Xiaoguang also attracted widespread attention for the first time.
But for Shao Xiaobing and Deng Guoqing, this is not good news. As a college student who loves literature, they are just two-level new students from the Chinese Department of Peking University. They have real materials. , Tsinghua Literary Society overpowers the May Fourth Literary Society, why?
A science and engineering school dares to speak nonsense in front of Peking University.
Besides, he is still a country bumpkin who came from the Loess Plateau in the Great Northwest and went to Beiping, the forty-nine cities at the foot of the emperor. It's just that he doesn't pretend to be a grandson. He doesn't study honestly and knows how to make trouble. What is he going to do?
Do you really not take their big brother from Sijiu City seriously?
Shao Xiaobing made up his mind to give him a look. It's not that the fierce dragon can't cross the river, but in Sijiu City, the dragon has to be coiled up, and the tiger has to lie down.
"Second brother, are we just going to watch that grandson showing off his power?" Xie Chenyang was very dissatisfied.
"Then what can you do?" Shao Xiaobing frowned.
"How about we write a song too?" Deng Guoqing asked tentatively.
"Can you write?"
Deng Guoqing suddenly stopped talking.
"Which of you can write?" Shao Xiaobing looked at the people next to him.
None of them spoke.
Shao Xiaobing avoided his gaze when he saw it, and suddenly felt a little disappointed. All of them, at the critical moment, were all idiots.
He sighed and said: "Forget it, I didn't count on you in the first place. Go to the Central Conservatory of Music to find someone. We don't know how. There must be someone who does, right?"
"Second brother is so awesome. He came up with a solution so quickly." Ge Jun flattered him.
"Why are you still here? Working!" Shao Xiaobing stared at him.
So the group of people quickly fled.
When everyone was gone, Shao Xiaobing lit the stove, took out "Youth Digest" from the drawer, and turned to one of the pages, the literary review column. The title of more than ten words was very eye-catching.
The conflict between literary nature and popular nature: Zhao Shuli’s choice - Lin Xiaoguangwen.