Lin Xiaoguang originally had no intention of adding a column of literary criticism to Youth Digest.
However, the suppression from Shao Xiaobing and his like made him realize that it was impossible not to join. As the great man said, if the proletariat does not occupy the position of public opinion, the bourgeoisie will definitely occupy it.
In this regard, he admired the great man very much.
In the literature and art circles of Peking University students, it is necessary to decide who is strong and who is weak, and literature and art are closely linked to public opinion propaganda. Whether the May Fourth Literary Society defeats the Tsinghua Literary Society, or the latter defeats the former, the position of public opinion must not be lost.
Therefore, the October issue of "Youth Digest" added a column of literary criticism.
The first literary criticism was written by himself, The Conflict between Literature and Popularity: Zhao Shuli’s Choice.
In the history of people's literature in New China, there is one person who must be mentioned, that is Zhao Shuli, and one article that must be mentioned, that is "Xiao Erhei's Marriage".
He sent this comment without intending to make Shao Xiaobing and his gang surrender, but just to express an attitude.
Popular literature is vulgar and vulgar. He does not wear this label, and Youth Digest does not wear it.
In addition, it is aimed at the general public, young college students, so that they will not be dragged into the camp of the May Fourth Literary Society after seeing this comment.
At this time, Peking University Jingyuan No. 6, Chinese Department Literature Major Classroom.
Professor Wu Zuxiang took out a book and pointed at it: "You should all know this Youth Digest, right? It was founded by Tsinghua University across from Yanyuan."
Huang Beijia, the future vice-chairman of the Southern Jiangsu Provincial Writers' Association, raised her head.
Wang Xiaoping, the future author of the "Gua Sha" script, responded directly: "Teacher, yes, this is the journal of Tsinghua Literature Society. It has been published for two issues. It was edited by Lin Xiaoguang, who was not admitted to the Chinese Department of Peking University. He is "Youth Digest"
Editor-in-Chief."
Liang Zuo, who would write the script for the classic chamber drama "I Love My Family" in the future, couldn't help laughing after hearing this.
"Have you all read it? How do you feel?" Professor Wu, who was bright-headed, smiled.
In class, you can't talk nonsense, and your speech must be meaningful. All the students here are not simple, and the teacher is an expert. Otherwise, it will be easy to make people laugh, and the joke will not be done well.
What's more, this is the Chinese Department of Peking University. Facing the "Youth Digest" founded across the street, would you rather praise or criticize?
Praising someone seems to make others more ambitious and undermine your own prestige.
What about criticism?
No, of course we can't be narrow-minded and crude and say bad things about the other side just because of the simple dispute over Qingbei.
As the saying goes, it must be meaningful.
Many people were silent, thinking, analyzing and weighing their words.
Professor Wu smiled when he saw this: "Let's not talk about anything else. As far as this literary criticism is concerned, what do you think?"
The classmates spoke one after another.
Chen Jiangong, the future vice president of the Chinese Writers Association, said: "We have learned before that literary criticism has five model values, ethical criticism, social and historical criticism, aesthetic criticism, psychological criticism, language criticism and identity criticism."
"This criticism says that New Literature is essentially just a carnival of a few urban elite students. How can New Literature reach the broadest masses of the people? How can it reach millions of farmers in the loess ditches of Xishan Mountain?"
"Zhao Shuli chose a new path - different from Lu Xun's enlightenment stance and Shen Congwen's local mythology. He said that he did not want to become a literary writer, but only wanted to be a 'literary stall' writer."
"So the new literature of rural novels was born. Zhao Shuli's exploration was warmly welcomed, and his exploration contained some kind of thought. Even though the thought was not necessarily profound, it perfectly echoed the expectations of the farmers."
"Being willing to put down your status and join the public is great enough. I think it's quite right."
After hearing this, Professor Wu looked at the thoughtful students and smiled: "It seems that the students are very open-minded and have no prejudice just because they are from the opposite school. This is good."
"It should be noted that pride and prejudice are common to everyone, and as literature majors, you must overcome them."
He looked at the students one after another: Song Hong, who was not aware of his seriousness, Zha Jianying, who was flipping through "Youth Digest", Huang Ziping, who was thoughtful, and Liu Zhida, who was busy taking notes.
"I have always been opposed to the field of literature. I often object to this doctrine and that doctrine. When a writer writes, he should not consider the doctrine. Before he writes, he has already defined the doctrine. This is tantamount to dogma and stereotypes."
Professor Wu continued: "Hu Shi once said, talk less about doctrines and study more problems. I will also give you these words."
"In literature, talk less about doctrines, study more, read more and write more."
"Learn a spirit without selfishness, be a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person who is free from vulgar taste, and a person who is beneficial to the people."
Lin Xiaoguang did not know that his glorious deeds had spread to the Chinese Department of Peking University.
He is hiding from a female classmate from the Central Conservatory of Music.
It is said that he is quite beautiful and he is a fan of his "White Birch Forest" and he came here specifically to ask for advice.
But Lin Xiaoguang didn't dare to see her.
As a music fan, he can only play the guitar to chase girls. He doesn't understand other musical things, such as classicism, romanticism, impressionism, expressionism, classical modern jazz, country, etc.
He only understands that rock is hysteria, ballads are singing and humming, pop is talking about love, and electronic music is moving and playing.
When Bai Yang said that a Yangyin student came to see him, he ran away.
He couldn't stay in the Tsinghua Literary Society and the dormitory was not safe, so he had to run to the Faculty and Staff House to avoid the disturbance outside.
"Hui Hui, we will continue class today."
Lin Xiaoguang flipped through the textbook and then closed it directly.
He looked at Fu Hui, who was wrapped in a sweater, and asked: "The weather in Anqing is different from that in Peking. Do you know why it is different?"
"Of course I know, because one is from the south and the other is from the north. Do you still need to ask?"
Lin Xiaoguang's teaching to students has never been a step-by-step, force-feeding kind of education, but he also scorned the idea of happy learning. Learning is not a happy thing in the first place, and happiness only makes people indulge.
His method of education is to inspire students' interest in learning, have fun in hardship, and educate students in life.
Hearing Fu Hui's answer, he shook his head: "This is what we are going to talk about today, latitude, season and climate. Latitude divides the earth into southern latitude and northern latitude. The closer to the two levels, the higher the latitude, the colder the climate...
"
Fu Hui stared at him with wide eyes.
"The seasons change because the earth's rotation axis is not perpendicular to the plane of its orbit. When you were in Anqing in June, because it was relatively close to the Tropic of Cancer, that is, Guangdong, the sun was shining directly on the Tropic of Cancer at that time, so the weather was hot...
…”
Lin Xiaoguang continued: "The last thing is the climate. The south of our country has a subtropical climate, and North China and Northeast China have a temperate monsoon climate. So the wind in Beiping blows so much yellow sand that it never reaches the sky..."
"Do you understand?" He saw that Fu Hui's eyes were staring straight, as if he was in a daze, and he waved his hand in front of her eyes.
"Oh, I understand." Fu Hui couldn't help but lower his head.
"I understand. Just read the book by yourself. I'll go outside."
"I don't want to watch, Brother Xiaoguang, I want to hear you sing!"
"Pfft..." Lin Xiaoguang spat out the water in his mouth: "What did you say?"
"I want to hear you sing, Birch Forest."
"I don't want to sing."
"Sing it, sing it once, and I'll tell you something about my aunt."