red art soldier

Chapter 54 Facing the sea, spring flowers bloom
The sea is not a calm pond, nor a river with flowing water.

The sea is the sea!

There is a pulse that never stops, and there is a rush of blood that does not stagnate.

You can feel the powerful vitality of the sea only when you are bumped and immersed in it.

Ye Chen has seen the sea, the sea is ordinary, ordinary, but the sea is so full of vigor, with a kind of charm and a sense of indifference to the world.

That's why Ye Chen likes the sea. Standing on the deck, leaning on the railing, he thought of a poem by Haizi "Facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming".

"Be a happy man from tomorrow on,
Feed horses, chop wood, travel the world.

From tomorrow, take care of food and vegetables.

I have a house, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, communicate with every loved one,

tell them my happiness,

That happy lightning told me.

I will tell everyone.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name
Stranger, I also bless you
May you have a bright future
May your lover be married

May you be happy in this world

I just want to face the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.”

Haizi's short lyrical poem "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms Blossoms" has simple language, true imagery, and elegant thoughts. After reading it, people feel unfinished.

For Haizi, Ye Chen admires him from the bottom of his heart. Apart from being an idyllic modern poet, he is also No.1 who has truly completed the reform of modern poetry.

"Well, I just want to face the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, young man, did you write this poem?"

Ye Chen didn't notice the person just now, and the voice was very strange. He hadn't heard it before. When he turned his head, he saw a middle-aged man with a hexagonal treasure flower and a streamer on his shoulders, and two Chinese characters on his face. Hu.

This person is none other than Su Aiguo, the playwright of the creative studio of the Soldiers Art Troupe of the Eastern Guangdong Military Region who accompanied him to Yongxing Island this time.

In addition to Su Aiguo who accompanied him this time, there were also photographers from Guangdong Satellite TV, but only Su Aiguo appeared in front of him at this moment.

They weren't discussing the performance with Wang Tuan and the others, why did they come outside?

"Reporting to the chief, this is what I feel."

Ye Chen struggled for a while, and finally replied this sentence full of guilt.

Su Aiguo walked to the railing, supported the railing with both hands, looked at Dahai and said, "Young man, although the life in your poem reveals your longing for life, this is a world full of vigor and vitality. Positive and high-spirited emotions are revealed between the lines. At first glance, the whole poem is a sincere wish to the world in a simple and cheerful way, but there is a hint of melancholy in it."

"Who doesn't want a happy life? In fact, yesterday is not necessarily unhappy, and tomorrow may not be happy. The definition of happiness does not come from imagination, but you strive for it yourself, just like the boundless sea, this endless scenery It makes people feel so refreshed, this vibrant place is also full of challenges and opportunities.”

"Giving happiness to the world, and the last sentence 'I only want to face the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming', is it too negative to isolate myself from the world, young man, the talent is good, but it can't be too negative, what is it? Tomorrow? What is tomorrow?"

Ye Chen scratched his head and said: "Chief, actually what I want is to find a place with elegant scenery, mountains and rivers when I am old, and bring my parents, daughter-in-law, wife and children to find such a place. With so many things in the world, live a lifetime in a stable manner.”

Su Aiguo patted Ye Chen's shoulder and said: "Young man, tomorrow is at your feet. Wang Tuan also told me about your matter, saying that you used to have a stuttering problem. Although it is cured now, sometimes There will be more, but we are all men who are indomitable, this is nothing, dare to fight, dare to fight, dare to challenge, one day you will get the life you want, this is my sentence to you !"

After Su Aiguo finished speaking, he left, took a few steps, and then turned to Ye Chen and said, "Don't call me chief in the future, I'm just a creator, a pursuit that hopes to leave a strong mark in the history of modern literature Or, it’s just a drop of water in the sea, come on! Be brave to face it, stuttering is not a problem, you can practice to correct it, short stature is not a problem, you can fill it with charm and temperament, believe in yourself!”

Ye Chen looked at Su Aiguo who left, and smiled wryly. This "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" was written by Haizi and committed suicide not long after he finished writing it. It was really hard to find his so-called Are you happy?
But this Su Aiguo unexpectedly not only told about his stuttering, but also bluntly said about his height.

That's right, when did the art troupe ever recruit a man whose height was less than 1.7 meters? As far as I knew, I was the first case, but Ma Aiguo said it was good for him, so he didn't care .

Ye Chen no longer thinks about it, but looks at the sea. Ma Aiguo regards his perception as saying goodbye to his previous life and facing a new life. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it. want life.

It's just not now, but the longing and sustenance at the moment when the gray hair is gray and old.

The sea is still very blue, and seabirds fly over the sea from time to time, becoming another beautiful scenery in the sea.

At this moment, Ye Chen was looking at the five-star red flag fluttering in the sky, flourishing in the blue sky and white clouds, so alluring under the sunshine.

At this moment, his heartstrings seemed to be touched by something, and he took out a small notebook and a ballpoint pen from his pocket, and wrote something rustlingly on it.

His face was serious and solemn, without the immature face of the past. As he wrote, he closed his eyes, raised his head and took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and continued to write.

As the sea breeze gradually increased, there were not many white clouds in the blue sky, but now there were many more, and the sun occasionally hid in the clouds, making the deck suddenly dark.

"Little brother, the sky is about to change. If you have nothing to do, go in."

A soldier on a ship looked at Ye Chen and didn't know what he was writing there, looked up at the sky, and said to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen smiled and said: "Thank you, comrade, is it going to change the weather here, is it going to rain?"

The soldier glanced at Ye Chen and said: "It's really hard to say, the weather will change at any time, and it may rain. You can see that the wind is blowing. For your safety, you should go in early!"

"Ok!"

Ye Chen responded, looking at the cloudy sky and the sea breeze that was stronger than before, he said to himself: "I can't write this thing, God must be moved."

(End of this chapter)