The applause at the symposium was thunderous and continuous. Everyone present gave Lin Chaoyang's wonderful speech the warmest applause. Many young writers looked excited and excited. Their eyes looked at Lin Chaoyang with admiration in their eyes.
Finally, after two or three minutes, the applause in the banquet hall subsided.
Zhang Guangnian, who had been observing the situation at the meeting, breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but feel a little bit resentful toward Lin Chaoyang.
I asked you to speak about your opinions and writing experience on rural-themed novels. Where did this pole go?
He admitted that what Lin Chaoyang just said was very good. If it were compiled into a manuscript and published in a magazine, it would probably be a wonderful article.
However, some of Lin Chaoyang's views in his speech are obviously incompatible with the literary creation concept pursued by the authorities.
This national symposium on the creation of rural-themed novels was organized by the Literary and Art Association in conjunction with "Literary News" and "People's Literature". It has a strong official tone. Under such an occasion, Lin Chaoyang's speech seemed somewhat inappropriate.
But Zhang Guangnian invited him here, and he asked him to give the speech. What could he say?
Even if you break your tooth, you have to swallow it in your stomach!
Not only does it have to be swallowed, he also has to say it tastes good.
"Haha! Comrade Chaoyang just talked about some of his insights on creation..." After the applause, Zhang Guangnian, the host of the meeting, came out to control the situation. He pressed his hands to suppress the sporadic and continuous applause.
"However, the focus of our discussion at this meeting is rural-themed novels. We can put aside our thoughts on nation and culture and focus on more specific creations. Comrade Chaoyang, can you talk about this!"
Zhang Guangnian looked at Lin Chaoyang as he spoke, with a certain meaning in his eyes.
I'll give you another chance. You kid, please speak carefully and ask some questions.
Facing Zhang Guangnian's eyes, Lin Chaoyang did not have any psychological burden. I already said I would not speak, but you insisted on letting me speak.
"Comrade Guangnian said that we can talk about specific creations.
Let me continue with the original question, what is rural areas?
I think we should change a word - rural.
This word may be more accurate to describe the emotion we want to express, because the countryside represents not only the present, but also the past, and is the museum of our national history.
Even the beams and eaves of the farmhouse may have reflections of the Han, Wei, or Tang and Song dynasties.
The traditional culture, slang, unofficial history, legends, folk songs, stories of gods and monsters, habits and customs condensed in the countryside can better show the natural appearance of life.
They may have been recorded, or they may have never been included in the norm, but they lurk under the earth's crust and support the earth's crust-our national culture..."
Zhang Guangnian was paralyzed. He wanted Lin Chaoyang to go back and talk, but he didn't expect that this guy was a wild horse that had escaped the reins. The more he talked, the more he deviated from the theme of this meeting.
No, it cannot be said to be a deviation, but a complete denial.
This is like a host treating a guest to a meal. When the guest comes and thinks the meal is not delicious, he just lifts the table and cooks a table of dishes for the host.
Zhang Guangnian felt more uncomfortable than eating a fly. He endured it several times, but finally couldn't help but interrupted Lin Chaoyang's impassioned speech.
He interrupted the pause in Lin Chaoyang's speech and said with a smile: "Comrade Chaoyang's speech is really to the point and combines his own creative experience and feelings. Thank you Comrade Chaoyang for your speech."
Zhang Guangnian took the lead in applauding as he spoke, fearing that Lin Chaoyang would continue to speak.
Everyone present also clapped their hands. Everyone's applause was polite, but it was more of a sincere recognition of Lin Chaoyang's speech just now.
Especially those young writers, they feel that Lin Chaoyang's speech is really to their liking, and it completely guides everyone in the new direction of literary creation.
In the past few years, the ideological emancipation trend promoted by the domestic cultural circle has caused many people to get lost in the blind pursuit and worship of Western culture.
It is true that many people admire Western culture and literature, but this does not mean that everyone completely worships foreigners and forgets their ancestors.
On the contrary, it is precisely because they actively or passively lack a systematic understanding of national culture and are disappointed with the historical development process in the past period that many people reluctantly turn to Western culture, trying to find in it something that can help them.
A fulcrum for oneself and the nation.
Lin Chaoyang's speech pointed directly at the core shortcomings of today's Chinese literature and even cultural development, and suddenly gave the young writers present a feeling of seeing the blue sky through the clouds, and their eyes suddenly opened up.
In any era, in any country, in any nation, young people are the most passionate people. They may be reckless, impulsive, and may do bad things with good intentions, but they are the future of the nation and the pillars of the country. They can send out the message of this era.
The strongest sound.
Influenced and inspired by Lin Chaoyang's speech, the young writers present swept away their lack of interest at the beginning of the meeting and became eager to give it a try and want to talk about their own ideas.
Zhang Wei, a young writer from Shandong, looked excited. He stared at Zhang Guangnian, hoping to be asked to speak.
Lin Chaoyang's speech just now can be said to be an insight into his heart, which made him feel like a confidant. He now has a lot to say and doesn't want to say it out loud.
"Let's let Comrade Lu Yao talk about it now!"
Hearing the name Zhang Guangnian called, Zhang Wei couldn't hide his disappointment and let out a sigh.
Beside him, someone also let out a heavy sigh. He turned around and glanced. It was Li Hangyu, a writer from Zhejiang.
The two looked at each other and smiled in understanding.
After finally suppressing Lin Chaoyang, Zhang Guangnian saw that the writer's emotions were aroused by his speech, and he felt a little complicated for a moment. He thought about it and chose a candidate who was least likely to make mistakes.
Lu Yao is from Shaanxi, and his popular novel "Life" is about the life choices of rural youth Gao Jialin. It has a strong rural complex, and Lu Yao's speech should not be off track.
"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to speak this time. Originally, I prepared a little content for my speech, but after listening to Chaoyang's speech just now, I feel that what I am thinking is still too superficial..."
As soon as Lu Yao opened his mouth, Zhang Guangnian felt something was wrong. Please speak your words properly. Why are you talking to Lin Chaoyang?
"...As Comrade Chaoyang said, our contemporary Chinese literature should have its own modernist ideas.
This kind of proposition should not be based on the blind "appropriation" of Western modernism, but should rely on our own national culture and be rooted in our hometown.
I don’t believe the whole world needs to raise Australian wool sheep…”
In the past two years, Australian long-haired sheep have been widely promoted in China due to their large wool production and good quality. Lu Yao used "Australian long-haired sheep" as a metaphor for the modernist ideas in today's literary world.
Just because "Australian long-haired sheep" has many advantages, we cannot kill all sheep breeds in the world.
His speech can be said to echo Lin Chaoyang's argument. Although he does not pay much attention to national culture, his views are consistent in being wary of "Western modernism" and attaching importance to local culture.
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Lu Yao's words also won the recognition of many writers present.
"The above are just some of my personal feelings. Please criticize and correct me."
After Lu Yao's speech ended, the banquet hall burst into warm applause again.
Zhang Guangnian's heart became increasingly heavy because he found that the theme of this meeting had increasingly deviated from the original intention of the Association for Literary and Art Circles.
It was obviously going well at first, but after Lin Chaoyang spoke, the atmosphere and theme of the meeting got out of his control in an unruly manner.
Seeing that after Lin Chaoyang and Lu Yao's speeches, many writers present became excited, and they obviously agreed with their opinions. Zhang Guangnian knew that continuing to let everyone speak at this time would only further promote this atmosphere.
He glanced at his watch. There were still twenty minutes until lunch time.
Zhang Guangnian decisively chose to suspend the meeting, "Haha, I see there are still twenty minutes until lunch time. Everyone has been meeting all morning and must be tired. Let's take a rest now. Our morning meeting will be here soon.
Here, after lunch break, we will continue at 1:30 in the afternoon."
There were still twenty minutes before lunch. Zhang Guangnian thought that everyone would take advantage of this time to go outside to smoke and do some activities. But as soon as he announced his lunch break, many people actually came to Lin Chaoyang and surrounded him.
live.
Such an abnormal situation attracted the attention of many people in the venue. Some people ran over to join in the fun, causing Lin Chaoyang to be surrounded by twenty or thirty people.
"Comrade Chaoyang, your speech just now was so good!"
"That's right. Looking at the development of our literary and even cultural circles in recent years, there are indeed problems you mentioned, and this situation must attract our attention."
"The concept of 'roots of literature' proposed by Comrade Chaoyang is extraordinary! It points out the creative direction for our contemporary literary creators!"
"It should be the 'roots of national culture'. We Chinese writers should look for our own 'roots' and have a new understanding of the nation and national culture."
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Everyone was talking around Lin Chaoyang, but he couldn't get a word in.
His speech just now not only inspired everyone's inner sense of national and cultural identity, but more importantly, it pointed out a core issue that everyone must face in creation.
That is, the more people tend to Western modernism, the more confused they will sometimes be, because in the end everyone will find that what they write is completely divorced from their own life context.
The eager mood caused everyone to express their opinions and feelings, but completely ignored the protagonist Lin Chaoyang.
He was surrounded by everyone and couldn't get in the conversation. He could only listen to everyone's endless speeches and interpret his speech in various ways, with a look of helplessness on his face.
Li Tuo, who was sitting next to Lin Chaoyang, noticed his predicament and stood up and shouted loudly: "Everyone, everyone, calm down first..."
Under his loud shouts, his enthusiastic colleagues stopped talking and looked at him.
"It seems that everyone agrees with Chaoyang's speech, but it's time to eat right now, so it's not a problem for us all to be around like this.
I don’t think it’s better than this. We still have to have a meeting in the afternoon. After the meeting is over in the afternoon, we can borrow the venue and let Comrade Chaoyang explain to us his understanding and perception of the concept of ‘roots of literature’.”
Li Tuo's words immediately won the applause of everyone present, and they all expressed their agreement.
Chapter completed!