The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

  Chapter 374, the horse travels thousands of miles without washing the dust (please subscribe!)

  The original criticism of Beijing Lao Huang in the newspaper is:

   Someone told me that I, Beijing Lao Huang, is an anti-authority deviant who is good at tearing the veil of elites and refinement.

  I think: there are no masters in today's literary world, and no one should pretend to be a master there, and whoever dares to pretend to be a master, I will "swat" him.

  Some time ago, a few friends talked about March's novel at my house.

   The more he talked, the more excited he became. Zhang Wen said that "the wind" was good, and the big steel tooth over there asked how about "lurking", and the two even faced each other.

  I didn’t really care about popular novels, so I might be a little disgusted at this time.

   asked Zhang Wen and Da Gangya: "What are you talking about here, why are you still making a gesture?"

   These two are March's fans, and it seems that they are waiting for my words.

   Zhang Wen said: "You should read the masterpiece in March, it's a good thing."

   Da Gangya echoed on the side: "If you want to see it, you must see it. If the things in March are good, you must see it."

   I have a good habit, even if I scold others, I have to understand them first, and I can’t point to scolds if I haven’t seen other people’s works.

   So I went to the bookstore to buy "The Sound of the Wind" and "Legacy" and started watching when I got home.

   I'm not hypocritical, my purpose is actually very clear, I don't intend to enjoy the works from the perspective of an appreciator, but I always want to find faults in others like a homework.

   But there is one thing to say, before I read the book, I knew that "lurking" was bad, but I didn't expect it to be so bad. I pinched my nose and read half of the book.

  My friends all said to me, you have to watch at least one before you can evaluate it.

   But I don’t think so. It’s enough to say that one bite of a dish is enough. It is not allowed to say that it is unpalatable if you eat it all.

   Reading March's novel for the first time was a terrible experience.

   The "hidden" novel has garbage plot, garbage writing, no ideology, no artistry. It's a book about cleaning the toilet in the true sense.

   "Hidden" euphemistically calls it a literary work.

   is actually a popular novel that is too high or too low.

  Literary works should be atmospheric, imposing and cultural, so that they can have social value, historical value and bearing value. I call it heavy industry.

   Actually, Zhang Xuan is my junior, pretending to be a cultural person, not in the mainstream, writing some popular novels to make money is nothing.

   After all, people are so young, you can’t ask for any kind of literature and art, and you can’t say that people don’t understand what culture and art are.

   But when I was eating, I saw the news in the newspaper saying: "The Hidden" novel has entered the final round of the Mao Dun Literature Award.

  I was thinking at the time, this kind of vulgar novel was shortlisted for the Mao Dun Literature Award?

   And also in the final round?

  I feel that as a literate person, I have been insulted. It is as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

   IMHO, if a novel such as "lurking" wins the prize in the end, the Mao Dun Literary Award would be a **** in my eyes.

   Beijing Lao Huang's criticism is very long, occupying half of the page, and it can't contain more than a thousand words.

   Zhang Xuan half-squinted his eyes, very angry!

  I used to be self-confident, and I didn’t end up arguing with him because of my identity.

   But damn, it's really too much to catch the old man and criticize it again and again!

   Really thought I was a soft persimmon?

  Especially at the end of the other party's remarks, the meaning is obvious, that is, I don't want to see my work win the Mao Dun Literature Award.

   It is said that literati pay attention to killing without blood.

   But this man doesn't care about that anymore. Publicly criticized in the big newspapers, openly said in the newspapers that "Hidden" is a **** novel, not worthy of the Mao Dun Literature Award.

   Its meaning is obvious, and its heart can be punished!

   What a **** unforgivable! !

   Zhang Xuan hasn't been so angry for a long time, this is the third time this person, if he doesn't fight back.

   He was afraid that he would suffer internal injuries.

  Reincarnation, what is the most important thing?

   Living self, living free and easy is the most important.

   Needless to say, we must fight back!

   When it comes to scolding and fighting back, who can be more rude from the countryside?

   Those rural aunts scold them for three days and three nights without rest or repetition.

  Although I am not as good as those aunts, I have never eaten pork and have seen pigs run. After living in the countryside for so many years, I have always learned a little bit of fur.

  Zhang Xuan sat on the sofa, meditated, and then called Tao Ge.

  Tao Ge has a good heart and seems to be waiting for this call.

As soon as    connected, he asked: "Are you making this call for the old man in the capital?"

   Zhang Xuan said yes, very surprised: "Have you seen that comment too?"

   Tao Ge said: "Of course, such a voice appears at this juncture, and the intention is quite sinister.

   If this trend is not curbed immediately, those who are jealous will follow suit.

   For this reason, I discussed with editor-in-chief Hong for more than 20 minutes just now, and planned to write an article to respond to this matter. "

   "You write back?" Zhang Xuan asked.

   Tao Ge replied: "I have already started writing."

   Zhang Xuan asked curiously, "How much have you written?"

   Tao Ge said: "Just a short paragraph, about 200 words."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "You read it to me."

   Tao Ge knew what he meant.

  The two of them are now both prosperous and damaged, and they are people in the trenches.

   was related to major events, so she was not pretentious, she lowered her head and recited half of the article in the book.

After reading   , Tao Ge asked, "What do you think?"

   Zhang Xuan said ruthlessly: "It's not very good! Too gentle, too mother-in-law, I haven't grasped the point yet, and it's useless if it doesn't hurt or itch!

   I can't say it, but it arouses people's interest in continuing to fight with you. "

  Tao Ge thought that he had written well just now. Reasonable and well-founded, there are advances and retreats, and the literary talent is brilliant.

   I didn't expect to turn around and be completely denied by Zhang Xuan, and my heart was suddenly depressed.

  Tao Ge took a deep breath and asked, "Then what do you say?"

   Zhang Xuan waved his hand and said, "What should I do? It's easy, do you have a pen and paper by your side?"

   Tao Ge said yes.

   Zhang Xuan said: "Now I say, you remember. Tomorrow you will find some major newspapers to publish what I said exactly.

   You are not allowed to change any of my words, you have to publish them as they are, you know? "

   Tao Ge was silent, writing and waiting for the next paragraph.

   Zhang Xuan passed the teacup from the coffee table, lifted the lid, took a sip, and started talking.

   After a long time, he asked, "Have you written it down?"

   Tao Ge said: "I wrote it down."

   Zhang Xuan asked proudly, "How do you feel?"

  Tao Ge smiled and said, "Sister is busy, bye bye."

Hey! These girls.

  …

   The next day.

   One Hutong in Beijing.

   Da Gangya held a copy of the China Youth Daily, while drinking tea, he clapped his legs and shouted loudly: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Miaohu is wonderful!"

   Zhang Wen on the other side also took a newspaper and agreed: "This is the beginning, this is the end.

  Especially the 8 characters at the end, each character is worth a thousand gold, and the eight characters are eight thousand gold, very good! "

Next to   , Lao Mo with **** and fat hips smiled and looked at the two of them, and then looked at Jingcheng Lao Huang, whose face was ashen in the upper position. He didn't answer and drank tea.

   Beijing old Huang is very angry now!

   is going to explode!

  If it weren't for the presence of his friends, he wanted to tear up the newspaper and smash the teacup!

   Zhang Xuan child, especially bullying!

  …

  The front page of the middle-aged youth newspaper published Zhang Xuan's counterattack article intact:

   Zhang Xuan said that since the publication of my novel, it has been smooth sailing, and this is the first time I have been subjected to such a "severe attack".

   However, my mother believed in Buddhism and Bodhisattva, and her first reaction was to think of what my mother once taught that she should be "unmoved by the eight winds" in case of trouble.

   But I can't do it myself.

   Then I remembered the two words of Mencius, "There is a reputation for fear, and there is destruction for seeking perfection." It means that when a person is famous, there may be unexpected praise, or criticism for perfection, which should be treated lightly.

   To be honest, I am quite satisfied with my work.

  I said that I had a "good reputation", and the "Selected Novels of the 20th Century" compiled by several professors of Beijing Normal University ranked my "hidden" works fifth. Some professors in the Chinese Department of Peking University also specifically talked about my "lurking" in class.

   But Mr. Huang’s previous criticisms in Beijing may have been too much, and I always laughed at them at that time. Thinking that my ability is limited and I can't reach the height required by adults, there is nothing I can do.

  But I read the latest comment of Jingcheng Laohuang today, and there are a few words that I don't like.

   Someone took him into the comment circle with a fever, and he started to play tricks.

  To be honest, I always feel that he has tossed himself into trouble. If you don’t write good articles, you have to be a literary villain to have a sense of luxury. Can you do that?

   He is always scolding people in public. The point is that he is not "poisonous" with some small fish and shrimps. He generally criticizes some cultural celebrities. Therefore, he also won a "bad critic in the literary world".

   At first glance, it seems that in his eyes, there is no one who can catch his eye.

   I really want to ask maliciously, are you worthy of the old man in the capital? There is always water in the house without a mirror, right?

   In the past, he once criticized Mr. Jin Yong's novels as "Four Customs". He believed that only people without culture can pursue praise.

   once criticized Mr. Lu Xun, saying that Mr. Lu Xun's works were too long.

   also criticized Mr. Yu Qiuyu's works as childish tricks.

   But the reality is that Lu Xun, Jin Yong and Mr. Yu Qiuyu are the three most influential writers in Chinese literature. Their influence transcends national existence and is loved by Chinese all over the world, and their influence is obvious to all.

   As for Jingcheng Laohuang, his works are written in Beijing films, which are limited by his language and times.

   Therefore, purely in terms of influence and popularity, Beijing Laohuang is not as good as them.

  I really want to say, old Huang in the capital, the way of playing tricks and playing notebook novels is a bit ridiculous.

   Don't always blow your microclimate. Your novels are so decadent and boring, don't pretend to be "everyone".

  When you are an old man in the capital, it makes your romance novels less pure.

  When you are not so nasty, it is ridiculous, narrow-minded, vain, and full of negative effects on society.

  You should really reflect on it, don’t always use yourself as a **** stick, you are someone who has written works after all, so you shouldn’t fall into this.

   Zhang Xuan said: You will be sad if you cannot be a true literate person; if you have cut off the source of your life, you will be even more saddened.

   Zhang Xuan said: Beijing old Huang, look at what you have written, your works are all insights, just travel notes in prose, but you are the only one who treats them as novels.

   But I can also understand that what a person lacks, he likes to disguise himself as something.

  Beijing Lao Huang is a person who looks at the universe, and ordinary lay people really can't understand it.

   It is said that what belongs to the nation is what belongs to the world, but according to me, what belongs to the individual is what belongs to the world.

   Most of these master-level writers in China are modest gentlemen, and none of them can compare with you to be extremely vicious.

  How many years have people been pretending to be an old man in the capital, they think they are elites, they will not pretend to be polite to you.

  You want me to tell me, old man in the capital, you just need to fall somersaults, you may be reborn from the ashes.

  I send you eight words at the end: horses travel thousands of miles, don't wash dust.

  The old Huang in the capital held the newspaper and stared at the last eight words "horse travel a thousand miles, don't wash the dust".

   Panting!

  I can't speak for a long time!

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