Literary Master 1978

Many writers in the venue were whispering to each other, and each of them spoke in a low voice, but together they formed a sound field over the venue, disrupting everyone's hearing.

"Searching for root literature? This is a good statement! Looking for the roots of our literature, looking for the roots of our culture. Only in this way can our nation regain its confidence."

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"Scar literature, reflective literature, root-seeking literature... Hey, why do you think they all have something to do with Lin Chaoyang?"

Someone suddenly said this, which attracted the side glances of others around him.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case.

In 1978, Lin Chaoyang came out with "The Wrangler", which poured oil on the then-emerging "scar literature", making this literary trend even more intense, and "The Wrangler" also Therefore, it has become a representative masterpiece in the history of the development of scar literature.

In 1979, Lin Chaoyang wrote an article "The Inevitable Rise and Decline of Scar Literature", which inadvertently got involved in the discussion between the "Xichun School" and the "Pianzuo School".

The concept of "reflective literature" he proposed in his article was quickly accepted by the literary world, and quickly replaced "scar literature" and became the most fashionable literary genre at the time.

Now, Lin Chaoyang has proposed the concept of "root-seeking literature". Although the term "root-seeking literature" was proposed by Li Tuo, no one will think that this is his credit. Everyone attributes this credit to Lin Chaoyang. On the body.

A writer has successively proposed three different literary concepts in just a few years. This reflects not only Lin Chaoyang's profound understanding of creation, but also his profound understanding of literary theory.

Everyone present could not help but marvel.

"Scars, reflection, root-seeking..."

Zhang Wei murmured these three words in his mouth, and some enlightenment slowly emerged in his heart.

Isn’t the dissemination and inheritance of these three literary concepts the only way for social changes and literary development over the years?

Scar literature is a hysterical indictment of the torrent of humanity, because at that time the torrent of humanity had just ended, and people needed an outlet to vent.

After a few years, reflective literature appeared. It was because people had passed the cathartic stage and needed to reflect and summarize the past.

Now, Lin Chaoyang has proposed the concept of root-seeking literature because with the passage of time, the harm caused by the torrent of humanity to the people has gradually become a thing of the past, and now this society needs to regain the culture that we have lost.

After figuring out the connection between these three literary concepts, Zhang Wei looked at Lin Chaoyang with a shining light in his eyes.

Such a coherent and rich theory cannot be understood in a moment. I am afraid Comrade Chaoyang has been brewing it for many years, right?

The venue became noisy as the concept of "root-seeking literature" surfaced. The writers excitedly whispered to each other, discussed and argued with each other, and never tired of it.

Li Tuo was also full of excitement at this time and said: "I think we should let Chaoyang sort out today's speech and publish it in a magazine so that more literary creators and readers can see it."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately echoed loudly.

"You're right!"

"It makes sense."

Everyone asked Lin Chaoyang to sort out his speech. Faced with the united will, Lin Chaoyang could not shirk and simply agreed.

Li Tuo gathered a few more people over there, all of whom claimed to have deep insights after listening to Lin Chaoyang's speech, and wanted to take this opportunity to write down their insights to participate in the grand event.

The writers were excited, excited, and enthusiastic, and their hearts were filled with pride and excitement of witnessing and participating in history. The entire banquet hall was like a hot furnace, filled with a restless and high-spirited atmosphere.

Zhang Guangnian stood aside silently, looking at these writers, most of whom were under the age of forty.

For some reason, the complaint against Lin Chaoyang in my heart gradually disappeared, and was replaced by an indescribable relief and joy.

Looking at Lin Chaoyang surrounded by the crowd, a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

Their generation is indeed old. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!

The informal meeting lasted for an hour tonight, which was not long, but the noise among the writers continued into the night.

When the meeting was held the next day, Lin Chaoyang appeared at the meeting yawning. Seeing his appearance, Zhang Guangnian couldn't help but said sourly:

"It's not okay for young people to be so depressed so early in the morning!"

"I stayed up late last night and wrote something."

Zhang Guangnian knew that what Lin Chaoyang was writing must be a concluding article on what he said yesterday, "Have you finished writing?"

"No, it's so fast!" Lin Chaoyang replied with another yawn.

Last night, the group of writers talked excitedly with him for several hours. After finally returning to the room, he thought he could rest, but Li Tuo came over again and urged him to write the summary article quickly.

He stayed up until two o'clock in the middle of the night, when he couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep.

Listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Zhang Guangnian said nothing. He heard Lin Chaoyang's remarks from beginning to end yesterday. He knew that such a mature literary theory must be supported by a heroic article. How could it be written in one night.

"Write slowly, and once you've finished it, bring it to the Literary Journal, and I'll publish it for you."

Lin Chaoyang joked: "I have to take this to Lao Feng, your hand is too long!"

Literary Gazette and People's Literature are both publications sponsored by the Literary Association. Zhang Guangnian is the second-in-command of the Literary Association. It is not a problem for Lin Chaoyang to publish an article.

However, the editor-in-chief of Literary Gazette is Feng Mu now. He must inform Feng Mu about this matter.

Zhang Guangnian laughed and scolded: "We hold a big meeting, and you hold a small meeting. I didn't bother you, but you came to bother me? What? Tang Yin, the deputy editor-in-chief, is not considered a leader? I, the former editor-in-chief, don't have this face? Don't try to sow discord with me!"

Zhang Guangnian joined the Communist Youth League at the age of 14. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is an old revolutionary. He served as the editor-in-chief of Literary Gazette in the 1950s.

"Hehe, it's just a joke! You leaders really can't take a joke!"

After making up a few nonsense sentences, Lin Chaoyang took a seat, and Li Tuo sat beside him, full of energy.

Lin Chaoyang stared at him curiously. He was still awake when he slept last night. Isn't his energy too strong?

"What time did you go to bed last night?" he asked Li Tuo.

"No sleep." Li Tuo replied.

"No sleep? You are so energetic without sleep?" Lin Chaoyang was surprised.

"Excited! Excited! I can't sleep at all!"

Li Tuo's expression was exaggerated, and he began to chatter with Lin Chaoyang again. Lin Chaoyang couldn't help but feel sleepy after listening for a while, and forced himself to attend the meeting.

He finally got some energy after taking a nap at noon, and stayed up all afternoon.

In the evening, Taoyuan Hotel suddenly became noisy. Lin Chaoyang asked around and found out that it was the list of this year's National Excellent Short Story Awards that was announced. The list of winners included two writers, Li Hangyu, who came to attend the meeting.

During the meeting, someone won an award, and the winner was naturally happy. Others followed suit. In addition, the atmosphere of yesterday's meeting was heated up, making the atmosphere during this meeting full of joy and positive energy.

Another day passed, and the National Rural Theme Novel Creation Symposium finally ended. The meeting ended at five o'clock in the afternoon. The writers will stay in Taoyuan Hotel for another night, and will go their separate ways tomorrow.

In just three days, because of the literary concept proposed by Lin Chaoyang, everyone was closely united, and they were reluctant to leave.

In the past two days, Li Tuo went into Lin Chaoyang's room at night and kept urging Lin Chaoyang to write articles. Under his constant urging, Lin Chaoyang finally finished the article at around nine o'clock that night.

Li Tuo excitedly grabbed the article and couldn't wait to summon many writers who attended the meeting.

He summoned everyone to the meeting without even any mobilization, just shouted in the hotel corridor:

"Chaoyang's article is finished!"

The writers immediately popped up and quickly gathered in the banquet hall.

In the past two days, everyone has been waiting for Lin Chaoyang's article to come out, and on the last day before the meeting, everyone finally caught up.

After two days of fermentation, the "root-seeking literature" proposed by Lin Chaoyang has become a familiar concept to all the participating writers of this conference, and has also won the recognition and support of the vast majority of participating writers.

Being able to see the true appearance of this article on the last night before leaving also made everyone's trip to Zhuo County complete.

There is only one manuscript of the article, and the writers are eager to try it out first.

Li Tuo took the manuscript in his hand, stood in the middle of the venue, and said loudly: "I know everyone wants to see it, but there is only one manuscript. How about this, I will be a meat trumpet and read it to everyone, okay?"

After listening to his suggestion, everyone agreed in unison, this is indeed the best way.

Shouldering everyone's expectations, Li Tuo held the manuscript in his hand, his eyes stayed on the manuscript for dozens of seconds, and seemed to be silently reading the content on it.

After he felt familiar with it, he slowly spoke.

"The Roots of Literature, by Lin Chaoyang.

I used to think about a question: Where has the splendid Chinese culture gone? A friend once told me that he settled down by the Miluo River, and his residence was only 20 kilometers away from Quzi Temple.

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The novel "The Moon and Sixpence" writes about a modernist painter. But he sincerely admired classical painters such as Titian, but rarely mentioned modernist comrades.

He later fled the bustling city and went to the jungle where the indigenous savages lived. He hid for many years and endured hardships. Finally, he found the fulcrum of modern art in primitive culture and created masterpieces. This is Gauguin who later emerged.

…"

Li Tuo had just received the manuscript and was not a professional broadcaster, so he stumbled at first when reading it, but slowly, his thoughts were gradually captured by Lin Chaoyang's words, and he was fully focused on the article. His voice became full, hot, and full of emotion.

Not only him, but other writers attending the meeting were the same.

Although most of the content of this article has been understood by everyone through Lin Chaoyang's narration, when these ideas are transformed from language into text and then returned to language to enrich everyone's hearts, they give rise to an indescribable excitement and passion in these people's hearts.

"... Here, vigorous reforms and construction are taking all the science and technology, ideas and systems we can use from the West, and we are moving towards a modern life.

But yin and yang complement each other, gains and losses complement each other, and the new and the old are interdependent.

In the midst of all changes, China is still China, especially in literature and art, in the deep spirit and cultural characteristics of the nation, we still have a national self.

Our responsibility may be to release the heat of modern concepts to recast and polish this self

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Lin Chaoyang’s article “The Roots of Literature” is a magnificent article with tens of thousands of words.

Li Tuo’s voice was loud and high throughout the whole process. When he read to the end, his voice was hoarse, but he always revealed a sense of solidity.

When he read to the end, his eyes were red, his face was full of solemnity, and his sonorous and powerful voice resounded throughout the banquet hall.

“A nation’s own past is easy to forget, but it is also not so easy to forget.

Our literature must have ‘roots’, and the ‘roots’ of literature should be deeply rooted in the soil of national cultural traditions. If the roots are not deep, the leaves will not be lush; if the roots are deep, the vitality will be flourishing.

Only when literature has ‘roots’ can our culture have ‘roots’ and our nation have ‘roots’.

One day, the Chinese national culture can be reborn again and shine on the world! ”

The article ends here, and Li Tuo suddenly stands on the chair, waving the manuscript paper in his hand, making a rustling sound.

“This is the ‘Zhuo County Declaration’ of Chinese literature! "

This sentence is so bold and heroic that it can swallow up mountains and rivers!