1980 My Entertainment Era

Chapter 78: A Generation

Poetry, which had never been paid attention to by the mainstream media before, was transformed into a hit thanks to Bei Dao, Mang Ke and a group of people who printed "Today" in the form of flyers and posted them at the gates of major universities and on the streets of Wangfujing.

They posted in front, and there were crowds of people following behind.

Among the huge crowd, there was Gu Cheng...

When Gu Cheng saw the crooked editorial address at the end of the magazine - No. 76, Dongsi nd Street, he went there and joined Today.

After that, he wrote the poem "A Generation": The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to look for light.

Later he became one of the representative poets of Misty Poetry.

In 88, he went to New Zealand to give lectures, and later lived in seclusion on Raglan Island. In 93, he killed his wife and then committed suicide.

Today, Today’s influence in society is growing.

These poems are so popular that some people can't sit still.

This article is the "Manifesto to Surrender the Bandits".

According to Tianqi's information, "Today" was suspended in September this year.

However, stopping publication will not stop their writing.

Bei Dao wrote "Strange Beach", Shu Ting wrote "Singing Iris", Gu Cheng wrote "I am a Willful Child", and Jiang He wrote "Star Variations".
The 80th issue of "People's Literature" in 10 also published Bei Dao's poem "Declaration", speaking for this era.

……

This was the heyday of poetry.

If that young man could write a good poem, it would be easy for him to find a partner in college!

How many literary young people are crazy about poetry!

But Milan is not very interested in poetry.

However, she does hope to write poetry in the summer.

After all, it is better to write poetry than to delve into those mysterious metaphysics!
Of course, she also found a lot of "poems" from Xia Tian's notes.

Milan: It should be poetry, right?
such as:

Loneliness is a person's craze

Fanaticism is the loneliness of one person

The switch is the sunrise and sunset of the light
Sunrise and sunset are the light switches.

such as:

The word "cage" means ventilation on all sides
Even if you have the power of a bull and a dragon
I can't break through the shackles above my head
Freedom word with rules and regulations
But there is still one stroke that breaks through the frame.

Another example:
The boy has time

Time takes away the youth

Kill yourself before maturity

If the mind is not dead, the Tao will not be born

such as:

To miss the past, is it like carving a mark on the boat in the long river of time?

Looking into the future, are we just trying to quench our thirst by looking at plums in the distance on the road ahead?
Living in the present, does it mean waiting for opportunities in every day life?
such as:

Ideals are like shooting stars

Disintegrates under the resistance of advancement.

What if it hits the ground?

That is just the devastated reality.

such as:

When people are sick, they need to take medicine.

The world is sick and it will eat people...

Milan even submitted these "poems" under the name Jinghongke.

You know what, they actually published a few of them!

When I received my royalties in the summer, I was stunned: The postman?!
It turns out that Milan was "playing tricks"!
Xia Tian was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: I am just talking about some idiotic philosophy, how can I be called a poet?
Perhaps it’s because poetry is always associated with regret?

I don’t know if it was inspired, but even Dachun wrote a poem:

In that not very spacious space

There is a hint of silence

I lowered my proud head
Bend your straight spine

Thinking about what is poetry

Time passes by minute by minute
Pressing my blood vessels

Numb my nerves

I feel my body gradually becoming empty
I deeply understand
I am in every silent waiting
We all lost a part of ourselves——"Shitting"

I thought it was pretty good at first, but when I saw the title at the end, I was stunned: Huh?! (Ah cat~)

Xia Tian shook his head and refused Milan's suggestion to write poetry.

In his view, this era is far from mature.

Judging from the experiences of Mr. Li who sang "Homesickness" and the Misty Poets, we should not be too reckless at this time and should just keep living a low profile.

Besides, it’s boring…

Martial arts, musical instruments, painting, calligraphy, music, Peking opera, even ventriloquism, carpentry, bricklaying, cooking...

Learning anything in the summer is too easy and unmotivating.

It magnified his unreality.

He has begun to think about the purpose and meaning of life.

Because of his confusion and lack of clarity, he began to read Confucius, Mencius, Zhuangzi, and Buddhist scriptures. He also tried inner alchemy, breathing exercises, and so on.

In the past, these books were taboo!
In his secret base, there are words written by him hanging on the wall:
I do not know the height of the blue sky, the thickness of the yellow earth. I only see the cold moon and the warm sun, burning the life span of people.

The living are passers-by, the dead are returnees. The world is a temporary inn, and we share the sorrow of the eternal dust.

There is no trace when coming and no trace when leaving, coming and leaving are the same thing. Why bother to ask about the affairs of this floating life, this floating life is just a dream.

Milan is very worried about summer. She always feels that something is wrong with the summer now.

You never know when, if you aren't paying attention, summer will fly away, riding on the wind to the sky, to a place where you can never find it again.

His spirit was always wandering, like a kite floating in the sky, tied by a thin line, and no one knew when it would break.

……

Milan was worried, worried about Xia Tian, ​​she asked: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering... if this world is real." Xia Tian's eyes looked into the distance outside the window.

Milan immediately became anxious: "What's unreal about it? Look at me! Touch me and see."

Then he grabbed Xia Tian's hand and pushed it towards the bear...

Xia Tian was stunned and quickly pulled his hand away: "Sister, I'm only fifteen, please let me go!"

Milan ignored him and continued to approach and ask, "Is it true?"

"Real! Real!" Xia Tian was so scared that he ran away!

I ran to the corridor and realized: No, that's my room!

Milan later wrote in his notebook:

He penetrated that narrow crack with sunshine and wind, and filled the rest of my life with warmth and vitality...

I know he is not my moon, but the moonlight shines on me.

I want to touch the moon before dawn.

Milan decided that if the kite needed a string to hold it, then he would become that string.

……

Every day that you don't dance is a waste of life.
Milan started dancing again.

I started dancing when I was a kid, but then I gave it up.

Later, Xia Tian joked that she had gained weight.

In order to maintain her figure, Milan picked up the dance she learned as a child again. This time, she will not deliberately avoid dancing because of her parents' experience.

Instead, she began to like dancing and it became her daily exercise routine.

She doesn't like her job as a salesperson in the supply and marketing cooperative, and she wants to be transferred back to the city, but there is a shortage of jobs in the city right now.

"Art troupe? Have you looked around and seen which art troupe has someone as old as you?" Xia Tian laughed at her.

A dancer’s body cannot be too curvy, but Milan does not meet this requirement.

Milan was not convinced and rolled his eyes: "What? Is it illegal when you are older? Is dancing not pretty?"

Xia Tian said: "The main reason is that people watch it in private. We have to act like decent people in the audience."

"What about you? Do you like to watch it?" Here she comes again~
Slow Cooker
Boil the frog in warm water
Xia Tian: "Me? Others pretend to be serious, so I have to pretend to be not serious."

I hadn't noticed it before, how did she manage to grow up like this in such a time of material scarcity?
In summer, I can’t help but think of the high-yielding black and white cattle, which eat one pound of grass and produce half a pound of milk.

……

August 8 is the birthday of Ma Xiaojun and Liu Yiku. They have the same birthday.

Liu Yiku paid, and Lao Mo treated everyone. Two tables of people.

This guy is interested in Milan, but Milan has not even looked at him in the past two years. He has given up.

Besides, how can people like them be without girls?
The meal went pretty well, but something unexpected happened the next day.

The guy from their yard, Yang Gao, saw someone bullying the fool at the gate of his yard, so he tried to help, but was robbed by the people from Liu Tiao Hutong.

This is absolutely intolerable!
Several people from their yard packed sticks, bike locks and bricks into their bags and rode their bicycles there.

When they found the person, they started fighting without saying anything. As they had the advantage of being the first to attack, the other party was beaten and fled in all directions.

Finally, a fish that escaped the net was caught.

When asking Yang to identify the man, before he could say anything, Ma Xiaojun, in a fit of rage, picked up a brick and smashed it on the head. Then he took out a bicycle lock and hit him again. Until the man was bleeding and fell over, he still did not forget to kick him a few times.

In the end, it was Liu Yiku who signaled, and the group left in a hurry.

In fact, Ma Xiaojun is quite a coward, but many times people use outward ferocity to cover up their inner cowardice.

The beaten child was hospitalized.

The other party was not convinced and challenged each other to a fight on Monday at Lugou Bridge. They each brought their own people and specifically asked Ma Xiaojun to participate.

My goodness, dozens of people came from each side, all carrying bricks, iron bars, machetes, and bicycles, and the momentum was huge.

However, the situation is so big that a fight usually cannot break out.

Both sides found some famous "little bad guys". Since they both knew people and had enough face, they were able to reach a peace through mediation.

"All men are brothers in the four seas, and peace is the most precious thing in the world!"

They were having a great time before, but in the blink of an eye they went to the restaurant to drink and celebrate.

Xia Tian refused and left with Dachun and the others: "We are not going. We are here to protect you. If you are okay, we will go our separate ways."

When Ma Xiaojun came back, he boasted to Xia Tian and the others about how cool the little bastard was, his eyes full of envy.

Xia Tian patted his shoulder and said, "People like this may look good, but you never know when they will disappear. You will be a college student soon, don't learn this..."

He gave Ma Xiaojun a message: "Everyone in the world is a beast tamer, and the beast is everyone's own temperament."

Two years later, the little bastard was besieged and stabbed to death.

(The prototype of the character is Zhou Changli, who seems to have died in the 70s. He also appears in Bloody Romance)

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