Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 190 The Poetic Age

He Ping followed Zhang Yu to Jiaotong University.

In 1896, Nanyang Public School was born in Xujiahui, Shanghai, which was suffering a lot in China. At that time, Nanyang Public School was the earliest school name of Jiaotong University.When the school was founded, the main gate of the school was chosen to be on the east side of the campus, and it has remained unchanged for more than 100 years. The road opposite the gate is the French Concession at that time.

After walking for a few minutes, He Ping saw the gate of Jiaotong University, red walls, green tiles, and wooden doors, witnessing the century-old vicissitudes of the city of Shanghai.

Before entering the school gate, Zhang Yu took out a pair of toad mirrors from his pocket and put them on, and covered his face with the scarf on his shoulders.

He Ping was a little funny watching her actions. It seemed that the events of the previous two days had given her a long memory.

The two walked into the campus of Jiaotong University, probably just after class, so the students on the campus walked together in small groups, laughing and full of youth.

Seeing these young figures and smiling faces, He Ping became happier.

"I really envy them!" Zhang Yu beside him suddenly sighed.

"How can you envy them? You should be a well-known movie star by now, and you are not very old. Didn't Zhang Ailing say that you should be famous as early as possible." He Ping said.

"Ai! Flowers don't last a hundred days, and people don't have a thousand days to be happy." Zhang Yu said with melancholy, without too much explanation.

From this sentence, He Ping could probably understand her thoughts.

The entertainment circle, now called the literary circle, no matter when the competition is always fierce.There are talented people from generation to generation, especially young actresses like Zhang Yu and the others. The best time is only ten or eight years. After this age, no matter how rich your resume and superb acting skills are, the enemy But a sentence makes people grow old.

"Each industry has its own characteristics, and you have actually enjoyed many things that ordinary people can't imagine." He Ping comforted her.

"It's not enough people."

He Ping has always felt that Zhang Yu is not very smart, but today it is not completely so. At least she has a good understanding of her profession.

The two were walking on the road, and slowly some students began to cast their eyes on them.

Dressed like a spy, Zhang Yu seems to be telling others—look at me, I have a problem.

He Ping had personally experienced what happened two days ago, so he did not object to Zhang Yu's actions. After all, it is better to bear some strange eyes from others than to have some accidents.

The two tried their best to pick some places with few people, and walked to a tree-lined path.

Suddenly, there was a burst of enthusiastic recitation not far away.

"Listen!" Zhang Yu said.

He Ping listened intently, as if someone was reciting poetry.

The two walked through the woods in the direction of the sound, and there was a green field in front of them.

A group of young students were sitting, standing, or leaning on the lawn. They formed a circle, and in the middle was a childish young man who was reciting poetry with high spirits.

"I don't believe the sky is blue,
I don't believe in Ray's echo;

I don’t believe that dreams are fake,

I don't believe in death without retribution..."

The full and passionate voice of the young man resounded in the campus of Jiaotong University, attracting the attention of people around him. Friends and classmates around him were also infected by his voice, their faces were full of excitement, and they were intoxicated by the wonderful scene. in the text.

He Ping whispered enviously, "That's great!"

Zhang Yu also felt very good listening to the poems read by the young man. She asked, "Is this prose or poetry? It's really well written."

He Ping said: "This is a poem called "Answer", and the author is called Bei Dao."

"You writers are really good. You can write such good poems." Zhang Yu said with admiration and tone.

He Ping smiled bitterly, "I can't write such good poems, and I'm afraid there won't be many such good poems in the next few years."

Zhang Yu didn't understand where He Ping's sigh came from. The 80s was the peak of the development of modern Chinese poetry, especially obscurity poetry. This was an era full of poetry and romance. Worship to a young poet.

But all of this is so romantic and short-lived. As those talented and talented young poets died, went crazy, or exhausted their talents, they and their poems finally disappeared under the waves of the times.

"is filling the open sky,

That's 5000 years of hieroglyphics,

Those are the eyes of people in the future. "

After the young man finished his recitation, the people around him applauded sincerely and enthusiastically.

He Ping did not hesitate to give his own applause and applauded for this young man.

Although Zhang Yu didn't understand the poem, he also slapped He Ping.

"Thank you, thank you." There was still an aftertaste of excitement on the young man's face. To be honest, his voice was not outstanding, and he even had a cock-duck voice because of his age, but this did not affect the people around him in the slightest. love of the poem, and recognition of his emotionally sincere reading.

After the young man bowed to the people around him, he also saw He Ping and Zhang Yu standing not far away applauding him, and he bowed to them.

"These college students are really polite." Zhang Yu was a little excited when she saw the young people bowing to them. She said to He Ping, "Let's go and sit down."

He Ping originally wanted to listen quietly and leave after giving applause, but Zhang Yu suddenly became interested and walked straight up.

He smiled helplessly and could only follow.

The group of young people also noticed the pair coming from not far away, and all turned their attention to them, especially Zhang Yu, who was still on campus in this day and age. Her entire face, but many boys still feel her charm through the pair of sunglasses and scarf.

What's more, Zhang Yu's figure is bumpy and curvy. Compared with the simple girls in the school, she is like a ripe peach, exuding a seductive aura, which is very attractive to these young people who have not yet left the campus. One can imagine the strength.

Almost everyone's eyes were on her. Zhang Yu had long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, and at the same time, he still had a little pride in his heart.

Look, even though I cover my face, I still have the charm that can draw everyone's attention to me.

He Ping followed Zhang Yu, feeling a little embarrassed to see that everyone was looking in his direction.

The main reason is that the silly girl standing in front of her walked over and stood there like a goose. Those who didn't know thought she was waiting for the little eunuch to come and help her.

Pooh!I scolded myself.

(End of this chapter)