Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

The original criticism written by Beijing Lao Huang in the newspaper is:

Someone told me that I, Mr. Huang from Beijing, was an anti-authority deviant who was good at tearing through the veil of elite class and refinement.

I think: There are no masters in today’s literary world, so no one should pretend to be a master. If anyone dares to pretend to be a master, I will kill him.

A while ago, some friends discussed March's novel at my house.

The more he talked, the more excited he became. Zhang Wen said "wind sound" was good, while Da Gangya mentioned "lurking" on the other side. The two even matched up with each other's moves.

I'm not a fan of popular novels, but now I may still feel a little disgusted with them.

He asked Zhang Wen and Dagang Ya: "What are you talking about here, and why are you still making gestures?"

These two people are supporters of March, and they seem to be waiting for my words.

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

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

I have a good habit. Even if I criticize others, I have to understand them first. If I haven’t read other people’s works, I won’t be able to criticize them enough.

So I went to the bookstore and bought "The Wind" and "Latent" and started reading them when I got home.

I am not hypocritical, and my purpose is actually very clear. I do not intend to enjoy the work from the perspective of an appreciator, but always want to find fault with others like a judge.

But there’s something to be said for me. I knew “Latent” was bad before I read the book, but I didn’t expect it to be so bad. I pinched my nose and read half of the book, but I really couldn’t enjoy it.

My friends all say that you have to watch at least one film before you can evaluate it.

But I don’t think so. One bite of a dish is enough to evaluate it. You don’t have to say it tastes bad only after you’ve eaten it all.

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

"Latent" novels have rubbish plots, rubbish writing, and no ideological or artistic quality. This is a book about toilet hacking in the true sense.

"Latent" is euphemistically called a literary work.

In fact, it is a popular novel about high standards and low standards.

Literary works should be grand, powerful, and culturally significant, so that they can have social value, historical value, and carrying value. I call it heavy industry.

Actually, originally, Zhang Xuan was my junior, pretending to be a cultured person, not in the mainstream, and writing some popular novels to make money was nothing.

After all, you are so young, you can’t ask for any literature and art. It’s impossible to say that they don’t understand what culture and art are.

But while I was eating, I saw the news in the newspaper that the novel "Latent" entered the final round of the Mao Dun Literary Award.

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

And it also entered the final round?

I felt that as a cultural person, I had been insulted. I felt as if I had eaten a fly, and it felt like it was stuck in my throat and I couldn’t spit it out.

With all due respect, if a novel like "Latent" finally wins an award, the Mao Dun Literature Award will be nothing in my eyes.

Beijing Lao Huang's criticism was very long, occupying half a page and no less than a thousand words.

Zhang Xuan half-squinted his eyes, very angry!

In the past, I was reserved and maintained my identity so as not to argue with him.

But damn, catching me criticizing me again and again is really too much!

Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon?

Especially the other party's last words, the meaning is very clear, that is, he does not want to see his work win the Mao Dun Literature Award.

It is said that educated people pay attention to killing without blood.

But this person no longer cares about this. Publicly criticize it in major newspapers, publicly say in newspapers that "Latent" is a rubbish novel and is not worthy of the Mao Dun Literary Award.

Its meaning is obvious and its intention can be punished!

So damn unforgivable! !

Zhang Xuan hasn't been so angry for a long time. This is already the third time for this man. If he doesn't fight back.

He was afraid that he would suffer internal injuries.

What is the most important thing when you are reincarnated as a human being?

Living yourself and living freely is the most important thing.

There is nothing to say, we must fight back!

And when it comes to scolding and fighting back, who else from the countryside can be more eloquent?

Those rural aunts started to quarrel without stopping or repeating themselves for three days and three nights.

Although I am not as good as those aunts, I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs running away. After living in the country for so many years, I have learned a little bit.

Zhang Xuan sat on the sofa, calmed down, and then dialed Tao Ge's number.

Tao Ge seemed to be waiting for this call.

As soon as he got through, he asked: "Are you making this call about Mr. Huang in Beijing?"

Zhang Xuan said yes and was very surprised: "Did you also see that comment?"

Tao Ge said: “Of course, the emergence of such a voice at this juncture has quite sinister intentions.

If this trend is not curbed immediately, envious people will follow suit one after another, which may lead to bad things.

To this end, I just discussed with Editor-in-Chief Hong for more than 20 minutes, planning to write an article in response to this matter. "

"You wrote an article to fight back?" Zhang Xuan asked.

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

Zhang Xuan asked curiously: "How many have you written?"

Tao Ge said: "It's just a short paragraph, about 200 words."

Zhang Xuan asked: "Read it to me."

Tao Ge knew what he meant.

The two of them are now both prosperous and destructive, and they are men in the same trench.

When it came to important matters, she didn't show any pretense. She lowered her head and read over half of the article in the notebook.

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

Zhang Xuan said ruthlessly: "It's not good! It's too gentle, it's too mother-in-law, it hasn't grasped the point, it's not painful or itchy, it's of no use!

It's hard to say that it only arouses people's interest in continuing to fight with you. "

Tao Ge thought he had written well just now. Well-founded, advancing and retreating, with brilliant literary talent.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he was completely rejected by Zhang Xuan, and he felt extremely depressed.

Tao Ge took a deep breath and asked, "Then what do you think we should do?"

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

Tao Ge said yes.

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

You are not allowed to change any of my words. You must publish them as they are, do you understand? "

Tao Ge remained silent, writing and waiting for the next chapter.

Zhang Xuan passed the tea cup from the coffee table, opened the lid, took a sip and started talking.

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

Tao Ge said, "Write it down."

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

Tao Ge smiled and said, "Sister, I'm busy. Goodbye."

Hey! This bitch.

…

The next day.

An alley in Beijing.

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

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

Especially the eight characters at the end, one word is worth a thousand gold, eight words are worth eight thousand gold, very good! "

Next to them, Lao Mo, who had big breasts and fat butt, looked at the two of them with a smile, and then looked at the livid-faced Jing Cheng Lao Huang in the top position. He didn't answer and just drank tea.

Mr. Huang from Beijing is very angry now!

I'm going to explode!

If it weren't for the presence of his friends, he would have wanted to tear the newspaper into pieces and smash the tea cup!

Zhang Xuan, a kid, is a bully!

…

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

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 "violent attack."

However, my mother believes in Buddhism and Bodhisattva, and her first reaction is to think of my mother’s teachings, which is that when encountering trouble, one should “be immovable”.

But I still can't do it myself.

Then I remembered two sentences from Mencius, "There is a reputation for not worrying about danger, and there is a ruin for seeking perfection." This means that when a person is famous, there may be unexpected praise or criticism that seeks perfection, and they should be treated indifferently.

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

I said that I have a "reputation of being safe", and the "Selected Novels of the Twentieth Century" compiled by several professors from Beijing Normal University ranked my "lurking" works fifth. A professor from the Chinese Department of Peking University even talked about my "lurking" in class.

But Mr. Huang from Beijing’s previous criticisms may have been too demanding, and I always laughed them off at that time. I have no choice but to think that my abilities are limited and I cannot reach the height required by others.

But today I read Jingcheng Lao Huang’s latest comments, and I couldn’t help but feel unhappy about a few words.

Someone brought him into the comment circle with a fever, and he started pretending to be a ghost.

To be honest, I always feel that he has made his own mistakes. Instead of writing good articles, he must become a literary villain to have a sense of class. Can you do that?

He always criticizes people in public. The point is that he is not "venomous" with some small fish and shrimps. He usually criticizes some cultural celebrities. Therefore, he became a "bad critic in the literary world".

At first glance, it seemed that there was no one he could look at.

I really want to ask with malice, are you worthy of Jingcheng Lao Huang? If there is no mirror at home, there will always be water, right?

In the past, he once criticized Mr. Jin Yong's novels as "the four major vulgarities". He believed that only uneducated people can pursue praise.

I once criticized Mr. Lu Xun, saying that his works were too lengthy.

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

But the reality is that Lu Xun, Jin Yong and Yu Qiuyu are three very influential writers in the Chinese literary world. Their influence transcends national boundaries. They are loved by Chinese people all over the world and their influence is obvious to all.

As for Beijing Lao Huang, his works are written in Beijing films, which have the limitations of his own language and times.

Therefore, purely in terms of influence and popularity, the old Huangs in Beijing are not as good as them.

I really want to say that Mr. Huang from Beijing is a bit ridiculous in pretending to be a ghost and taking notes on novels.

Don't always brag about your microclimate. Those novels of yours are really decadent to the point of being boring, so stop pretending to be "everyone".

When you, the old man from Beijing, are obscene, it makes your romance novels less pure.

When you are not so nasty, you look ridiculous, narrow-minded, vain, and full of negative influence on society.

You should really reflect on yourself and stop using yourself as a troublemaker all the time. The people you write about are people who have published works after all, and you shouldn’t have fallen to this level.

Zhang Xuan said: If you cannot become a true cultural person, you are sad; if you are a cultural person who has cut off the source of your life, you are even sadder.

Zhang Xuan said: Beijing Lao Huang, look at what you wrote. Your works are all about reflections, just prose travel notes, but you are the only one who treats them as novels.

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

Beijing Lao Huang is a person who looks at the universe, which ordinary people can't understand.

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

Most of these master writers in China are modest gentlemen, and none of them can compare to you in being as vicious as you.

I have been pretending to be an elite in Beijing for many years. I think I am an elite and I will not be polite to you.

Let me tell you, Jingcheng Lao Huang, just fall down and you may rise from the ashes.

I will leave you with eight final words: A horse travels a thousand miles without washing away the dust.

Beijing Lao Huang held the newspaper and stared at the last eight words: "A horse travels a thousand miles without washing away the dust."

Breathless!

I can't speak for a long time!

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