"Is there such a thing as money? You can't have it without it, but you can't have too much. Now that I've earned some money, I don't have to write about things I didn't want to write about before. I love money but I don't love it more than this. I just have to spend enough.
Already..."
Li Rong was still talking, but the owner of the seat where he was sitting had already arrived. After standing next to him for a while, Li Rong stood up and said, "Let's talk next time when we have a chance."
Then the person left.
When Li Rong was there, Zhang Zhong didn't talk much. When he left, Zhang Zhong didn't bring the conversation to him. He just glanced at the stage again and said, "Today's award ceremony was quite slow."
"It happens every year, you just get used to it." Liu Yuan said with a smile, "It's not the time for you to be anxious yet. If this person comes up and says a few words, and that person comes up and says a few words, it can make people anxious to death.
If you didn’t win the award this year, I wouldn’t be too lazy to come.”
Wang Yi nodded and said, "It's not because of yesterday's meal, I'm embarrassed not to come."
Zhang Chong said with a smile, "It seems that meal is quite effective."
"So, remember to treat us to dinner more often in the future."
Wang Kewang said, "After the National Outstanding Poetry Award is announced in a while, I'm afraid you will have to apply again."
Several people were stunned at the same time. Zhuang Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "Has it been decided yet?"
Wang Kewang waved his hands resolutely, "No, no, I just think that no one else but Zhang Zhong can win the National Outstanding Poetry Award this time. It is more reliable than the Pu Songling Award."
Yu Dongyu said with a look of disbelief, "You are the editor-in-chief of "Shilin". I don't believe you even if you say you don't know the inside story. Have the awards already come out? It's okay, Lao Wang, tell us, we won't tell others."
"What you are saying is that "Shilin" is just an ordinary magazine and has nothing to do with the National Outstanding Poetry Award. Don't talk nonsense."
"Hey." Yu Dongyu sneered, "If you don't know, just don't know. If Zhang Zhong doesn't win the prize by then, then you can treat me to this meal."
"One meal doesn't count. If you want to eat, I can treat you every day. Hey, it's about to start..."
Everyone looked up and the lights on the stage became brighter.
The person who presided over the award ceremony was Li Hebin, Secretary of the Party Leadership Group of the Chinese Writers Association.
After Li Hebin made his opening remarks, Yang Fengxia, chairman of the Chinese Writers Association, came to the stage to deliver a speech.
Yang Fengxia is in her sixties and has just taken office. Her collection of essays "White Night" won the Pu Songling Literary Award for the Chinese Ordination, and her novella "How Far Is Forever" won the second Pu Songling Literary Award. She and the Pu Songling Award
The origins are quite deep.
"Today's twenty-three winners have expressed the lives and thoughts, struggles and dreams of the Chinese people with their hard and lonely writing and outstanding creations, enriching the spiritual world of our nation and proving the tenacity and abundant power of literature in this era.
.This lofty literary honor is not only awarded to them, but also belongs to all sincere writers. Since the sixth Pu Songling Award, real-name voting has been adopted to award the award publicly. The judges’ publicity and vision have been tested in this process.
Passed the test and was presented..."
The Pu Songling Award has seven awards. Except for the novella award, short story award, and essay award, which can only have one winning work, the other four awards have five winning works, which adds up to 20
Three awards, and this time no one won two awards at the same time, which means there were twenty-three winners.
After Yang Fengxia finished her speech, awards were not given immediately. The choir of the Central Opera House came on stage to perform a program.
The awards will not begin until after the show is over.
The first award was the novella award.
The person who won the novella award this time is Wen He, who is also a young writer. He is in his early forties this year. The winning work is "Quiet River". He is a young man of scar literature and has a good relationship with Wang Yi.
Then came the short story award. The person in charge of awarding the award was Yang Fengxia, who read the award speech on the stage.
"The scenery there is beautiful, and the people there are very interesting. "The Ordination" expresses a kind of super-utilitarian and spontaneous natural thought that traditional literati pursue. This kind of life realm is extremely beautiful. The author emphasizes his concern for people.
, respect and appreciation, transcend politics, form and other utilitarian levels, and point directly to people's life forms and survival forms. This is the reason why he creates those characters whose human nature is completely released, and it is also the result of his indifferent and harmonious aesthetic pursuit.
Further implementation..."
After she read out the award speech, Zhang Zhong walked up.
After taking the certificate from Yang Fengxia, the two posed for the cameraman to take pictures.
Yang Fengxia looked at the camera, smiled and said to Zhang Zhong, "Congratulations, Zhang Zhong."
"Thank you." Zhang Zhong responded with a smile.
When the awards are over, it’s time to solemnly read out the acceptance speech.
Zhang Zhong was already familiar with award speeches. He nodded to Yang Fengxia, then walked to the microphone with the certificate and said, "An important literary award is a great comfort to a young writer. For
For me, it has some different meanings. "To Be Ordained" is a dream of mine, a dream that I once wanted to wake up from but couldn't wake up from, and wanted to go back to but couldn't go back. Whenever I think of the words in "To Be Ordained"
That patch of reeds, those naughty birds, that dilapidated water chestnut nunnery, I always feel that maybe I haven’t had that dream before, or maybe I haven’t woken up from it now. As a writer, what you have to do is to imagine yourself
When we write what we want to write, sometimes we feel inspired, and sometimes it feels like someone is holding my hand to write these stories out..."
The speech for the Pu Songling Award is very long and there is basically no limit. If Zhang Zhong wants, he can read a eloquent speech here, but most people will not do this, and Zhang Zhong certainly will not do this. He probably said a few words.
After saying a few words, he went down with the certificate.
After going down, Yu Dongyu smiled and said, "You have been giving your award speech for a long time, but you haven't said anything."
"This is not enough. If I win another award next time, how about you write one for me?"
"I'm just afraid that if I write it, you won't dare to read it."
"There is nothing you dare not read. I will tell you your name before I read it."
"Okay, show me the certificate. I haven't gotten this thing before." Yu Dongyu stretched out his hand and said, and then looked at the other people, "You all have it, so don't read it."
"Nonsense, I don't have one," Wang Kewang said.
"You don't, but your grandfather does. I remember Mr. Wang won the Pu Songling Award several times."
"No, only four times."
"Just four times? Just stick your head over and I promise I won't hit you. Don't even look at how many times the Pu Songling Award has been awarded." Yu Dongyu looked furious.