Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 384 "Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you"

"Going to find Shang Zhongmin?" Fang Minghua was surprised when he heard this.

Nishikawa told the reason.

It turned out that just this year (1987), Haizi did not want to teach, so he resigned and wanted to go to Hainan with a few classmates from Yanda to run a newspaper.

After he wrote the news to his father, he did not expect that his father would firmly oppose it. Haizi failed to make the trip, so he was depressed and used his vacation to go to Chengdu.

"He said that he will go to Rongcheng, which is the place with the most poets besides Yanjing." Xichuan said with a smile.

"But Shang Zhongmin and his colleagues have different poetic concepts from yours. Didn't you say that when you founded "Trends", you included "Fei Fei" aimed at Shang Zhongmin and his colleagues?" Fang Minghua asked.

Xi Chuan thought for a moment and asked:
"Editor Fang, your poetry philosophy is different from Shang Zhongmin's. Can't we still have hot pot together?"

Fang Minghua laughed when he heard this.

In fact, Fang Minghua didn't care about this when he asked Haizi.

"When Haizi comes back, tell him that the fee for this poem will be 10 yuan per line!"

"You are Haizi's best friend. You should pay more attention to Haizi's mental state in the past two years."

Saying that, Xi Chuan was very angry. He turned around and took out a few manuscripts from his office drawer and handed them to Fang Minghua.

This is the highest price for poetry manuscripts today!

When it was almost time, Fang Minghua said goodbye and left. Xi Chuan asked him to have dinner in the evening, but he declined.

"Take Dreams as Horses"!
I want to be a loyal son from afar

"Not very good." Xi Chuan shook his head, sighed and said:
"In addition to his father's incomprehension, Haizi was also hit by a meeting held by the Yanjing Writers Association in Xishan in May this year."

One of Haizi's masterpieces.

"It's very well written. We Yanhe want this poem." Fang Minghua put the manuscript of the poem into his pocket without hesitation.

"Ok?"

What the hell!

A temporary lover with material things
Like all poets who use dreams as horses

"Haizi was invited to attend. At the meeting, some people criticized him for writing long poems" and "engaging in new romanticism." They said that his short poems were good, but his long poems were of little value. Haizi was very depressed after hearing this. In fact, what he valued most was his long poems. Luo Yihe and I both complained about this. "

"Xichuan"

I had to walk the same path as the martyrs and the clowns

"what happened?"

He asked tentatively: "Xichuan, how is Haizi's recent physical and mental state? Are you still practicing Qigong?"

Of course Nishikawa is happy.

When Xi Chuan sent him downstairs to say goodbye, Fang Minghua suddenly stopped.

"You said, this poem is not good?!"

Fang Minghua took it over and took a look.

Seeing Fang Minghua's serious face, Xi Chuan nodded nervously.

"If you need my help with anything, just call me."

"Okay, let's go slowly."

"goodbye!"

Fang Minghua left the magazine, blocked a pornographic man on the roadside and went straight to Luyuan.

On the way, Fang Minghua looked at the sunset and thought about Haizi.

Haizi committed suicide. In addition to practicing qigong and becoming obsessed with it, was it also related to this series of unhappiness? Poets are inherently sensitive.

Fang Minghua did not expect that Haizi went to find Shang Zhongmin when he went out to relax.

Fang Minghua really couldn't figure out what the two were talking about?
If it’s poetry, it’s definitely a quarrel.

However, Haizi is relatively taciturn and is no match for the eloquent Shang Zhongmin.

I hope the two of them were just eating hot pot.

In fact, both Fang Minghua and Xichuan thought wrong. At this time, Haizi was not in Rongcheng at all, but still in Qinghai, in a small town called Delingha.

The night in Delingha is desolate yet profoundly peaceful.

Of course Haizi didn't come here without purpose, he came to see a sister.

In the small courtyard of the University of Political Science and Law, he fell in love with a female writer who was more than 20 years older than him. The female writer was not beautiful, but Haizi was passionately in love with her.

One night, it was raining heavily. Haizi clasped his hands and knelt on the ground on the campus of the University of Political Science and Law, waiting for the female writer until dawn the next day.

His infatuation did not move the other party. The female writer already had a family, so how could she accept a young man 20 years younger than herself and follow her around?
As a last resort, the female writer returned to her hometown in the west.

Haizi did not give up. During the summer vacation, under the guise of going to Chengdu to meet the poets of Shu Province, he rushed to Qinghai and came to the unknown town of Delingha.

Of course the female writer would not meet him.

Disappointed, Haizi prepared to return to Chengdu.

Sitting on the train bound for Chengdu, Haizi looked at the slowly disappearing town and the Gobi Desert at night outside. He took out his diary from his backpack and wrote another poem:

Sister, I am in Delingha tonight, the night is shrouded

Sister, I only have Gobi tonight
At the end of the grassland, my hands are empty

I can’t hold a single teardrop when I’m sad

Sister, I’m in Delingha tonight
At night I only have the beautiful desert sky

Sister, I don’t care about humans tonight, I just want you
What Haizi didn't expect was that with his poem, this small Gobi town, which was originally unknown, would suddenly become artistic.

Fang Minghua later learned that Haizi was not very popular in Chengdu.

The poets of Shu Province were proud of their talents, but Haizi himself was silent and too restrained. More importantly, his poetic philosophy was different.

The world of poetry is purely a river and lake, with so-called heroes emerging in large numbers, and heroes of all kinds emerging from the sky. When poets meet, they often drink and sing, and cherish the world. Haizi, on the other hand, appears to be too elegant and bookish.

However, Shang Zhongmin received him.

Shang Zhongmin was teaching at the Chengdu Hydropower School. He had a house and a bed. For about a week, he spent almost every day with Haizi.

During the day, he took Haizi to visit Chengdu poets Yang Li, Wan Xia, Zhai Yongming and others.

In the evening, the two of them bought some snacks and drinks, and talked all night long over a bottle of Tuopai Qu wine. Sometimes they meditated together and tried to communicate with thoughts and Zen language.

During Haizi's week in Chengdu, Shang Zhongmin took good care of Haizi's daily life. Unfortunately, due to different poetry concepts, after Haizi returned to Yanjing, Shang Zhongmin publicly criticized Haizi's writing in his magazine Fei Fei. "Land" is a long poem with very harsh wording.

Haizi was very depressed about this.

Fang Minghua only found out about this later, and he was very sad after he found out.

It was late July, and the four-month workshop was coming to an end. Just when everyone was reluctant to leave, another explosive news broke out in Luyuan.

Next year, in 1988, Lu Academy and Yanjing Normal University will jointly organize a graduate class on "Literary Creation in Literature and Art".

This is not a short-term training like a workshop, but you will study for two years and after graduation you will be awarded a master's degree!

As soon as the news came out, the students in the class immediately became excited.

(End of this chapter)