Li Tuo loved making friends and always seemed to be at ease in such situations. After listening to his suggestions and persuasion, everyone agreed.
"This is a good suggestion! The concept of 'roots of literature' is too good and too big. It needs to be explained carefully, well and thoroughly!" Zhang Wei said happily.
Li Hangyu also said: “It’s really a worthwhile trip to hear such true insights!”
A group of young writers were still excited about Lin Chaoyang's unfinished speech at the meeting, and were even more looking forward to the evening meeting.
Since the 1980s, influenced by the emancipation of ideas in the cultural world, various ideological trends in the literary world have continued to arise one after another, but overall they are inseparable from the influence of Western modernism.
Some people advocate rewriting literary history, some value methodology, and some want to modernize literature...
Various schools of literary creation have emerged, as have various theoretical methodologies.
Everyone is eagerly absorbing foreign knowledge, all kinds of knowledge, but everyone will inevitably be at a loss as to how much is worth learning and promoting.
The people attending the symposium today are all writers who have emerged in the literary world in recent years. They are not only the mainstays of the contemporary literary world, but also the stars of tomorrow.
Although Lin Chaoyang's speech was not very long, everyone still felt the power from it, which is a force that can lead contemporary literary creation.
Compared with the enthusiastic response from the young writers, some of the seniors present today seemed much calmer.
Mainly because there are not many senior writers coming this time, and they all have official status. They are here just to support the symposium.
Lin Chaoyang's views are not said to be anti-Tiangang, but they are definitely not related to the theme of the conference. The most important thing is that because of his interference, the attention of the participating writers suddenly went to him, and no one cared about the main topic.
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While the young writers were chatting animatedly, Zhang Guangnian, Wang Meng, Tang Yin and other old comrades gathered together, feeling very uncomfortable.
"I'm not talking about you, why did you ask him to come?" Tang Yin complained about Zhang Guangnian.
"This is a national literary conference, and so many young writers are here. How ridiculous is it that he doesn't come?" Zhang Guangnian retorted.
He said angrily: "This kid usually looks honest and honest, but who knows what kind of mood he has today, and he suddenly does this? Oh, he was careless!"
Wang Meng said: "It seems that you still don't understand him well, Lao Zhang. Chaoyang is very left-wing in some aspects!"
"No, why do I think it's right?" Tang Yin retorted.
Zhang Guangnian was troubled by their diametrically opposite arguments, "I think he is neither left nor right, but nationalist at the forefront."
Tang Yin worriedly said: "If Chaoyang's speech today is spread, I'm afraid there will be a big discussion!"
Wang Meng chuckled and said: "This is not a bad thing. At least these remarks were made during the symposium, which can be regarded as adding some topicality to this symposium."
Zhang Guangnian sighed. He would rather not have such a topic. When he thought that the Literary and Art Association had arranged such a table, but in the end it was all taken care of by Lin Chaoyang, he felt indescribably awkward in his heart.
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"I won't bring this guy with me to meetings anymore! He steals the limelight!"
"I support it!"
"Second!"
The National Rural Theme Novel Creation Symposium is a national literary conference with many guests and a long conference lasting three days.
The symposium continued as usual that afternoon, but there was an undercurrent in the calm atmosphere.
Zhang Guangnian and others knew that those people were looking forward to the unofficial meeting in the evening.
During the meeting, he couldn't help but take a break and turned his attention to Lin Chaoyang.
This guy was still in a state of wandering mind, and he couldn't see the energy that stirred up the storm with his speech in the morning.
Zhang Guangnian couldn't help but be curious. He didn't know what this boy could talk about tonight.
After the afternoon meeting, Li Tuo asked Lin Chaoyang during the meal, "Chaoyang, are you ready for what you are going to talk about tonight?"
"What's ready?"
Li Tuo was choked by Lin Chaoyang's rhetorical question and didn't know how to answer. He gave Lin Chaoyang a thumbs up, "Okay! Keep up this momentum, you will be even more impressive than Lao Zhang!"
"go!"
Of course Lin Chaoyang is not arrogant, but he does not need to prepare the speech content for the meeting, because the content is already in his heart.
After dinner, many writers spontaneously returned to the venue without anyone deliberately convening.
Crowds of people entered the venue intermittently, and in less than ten minutes, most of the writers participating in today's meeting appeared in the venue.
Li Tuo silently counted the number of people in his mind. He really didn't expect that Lin Chaoyang's remarks would have such weight in the hearts of these writers. He couldn't help but feel a warm feeling of joy and excitement in his heart.
Not only him, the writers present were also very excited.
Lin Chaoyang's speech in the morning lasted for less than twenty minutes in total. If he was talking about polite words or routines, it would naturally be lengthy, but what he put forward was a proposition that was refreshing to everyone present.
"The root of literature", what a big proposition this is!
After this afternoon’s exchange, many writers present had already summarized the theme for Lin Chaoyang’s speech in the morning.
In tonight's meeting, Lin Chaoyang will continue to follow this theme and continue to elaborate on this grand proposition for everyone. When thinking of this, it is difficult for everyone not to be excited.
Because it was an informal meeting and there was no host, Li Tuo volunteered to make a temporary guest appearance.
He simply stated a few words and then handed over the right to speak to Lin Chaoyang.
"I really didn't expect that my speech in the morning would arouse such great interest from everyone. Thank you all for coming to listen to me talk about some of my personal opinions late at night."
Lin Chaoyang spoke with a relaxed tone and a low posture. This is his usual style and makes people feel very comfortable.
"My remarks this morning were relatively rough, but the overall meaning was covered. Now if you ask me to speak again, I can't come up with anything new.
As for the concept of ‘roots of literature’, actually everyone understands it when I say it, but due to political reasons, few people in the cultural circles mentioned it before.”
Listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, many people present nodded slightly in approval.
"We discuss national culture. Our national culture at this stage is undoubtedly the weakest period in the long history of this country and nation. The last such weak period should be around the May Fourth Movement.
The May 4th Movement had undeniable progressive significance in social change, but it also brought about a drawback, which was a relatively comprehensive nihilistic attitude towards our national culture.
Coupled with the fact that Chinese society had been in turmoil during those years, the rupture of national culture was delayed for decades.
The flood of humanity has completely condemned our national culture to class culture, almost combing our hair with a grate..."
Lin Chaoyang's speech was not fast and his voice was not loud, but his views were penetrating and relevant to the current situation. Many people present could not help but follow his rhythm and immerse themselves in it.
In the huge venue, only his voice echoed.
Gao Hongbo is the editor and reporter of "Literary News". This time he came to Zhuoxian with the large army. His most important job was to collect information during the meeting.
This kind of collection includes the compilation of writers' speeches, conference photos, etc., so he must participate in the entire meeting. When Lin Chaoyang spoke in the morning meeting, he was there.
He is an editor and reporter, but he is also a literary creator and lover. Lin Chaoyang's speech made his heart surge. Everyone was going to have a small meeting in the evening, and he certainly couldn't miss such an occasion.
This was no longer relevant to his main job, but Gao Hongbo didn't want to miss it.
Not only did he come to the meeting, he also brought the Seagull DF assigned to him by the editorial department.
He took a few photos from an angle as soon as he entered the door. When Lin Chaoyang sat down and started to speak, he wanted to listen for a while and then take some photos. Unexpectedly, he became fascinated after listening to it until someone tapped him on the shoulder.
Gao Hongbo turned around with a stunned look on his face, "Secretary?"
Astonished, Gao Hongbo quickly made room for Zhang Guangnian. He wanted to talk to Zhang Guangnian for a few words, but Zhang Guangnian pointed in the direction of Lin Chaoyang and signaled him to listen carefully, so Gao Hongbo turned his head.
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After listening to a few words, he remembered that his photo had not been taken yet, so he got up to take it.
Everyone present was listening attentively to Lin Chaoyang's speech. No one paid attention to Gao Hongbo's movements, and few people noticed Zhang Guangnian's arrival.
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"I have said so much, but it is all nonsense. One sentence of true teachings, but thousands of false teachings.
For a nation, culture is an extremely important proposition. If our literature cannot take this proposition that is higher than itself seriously, it will not be promising.
The Chinese nation is a nation prone to disasters, and so is our culture.
I hope you can study our national culture seriously and create works that reflect and represent our national culture."
At this point, Lin Chaoyang expressed his final expectations sincerely, and his speech officially ended.
"Thank you everyone for listening!" Lin Chaoyang stood up to express his thanks.
Dozens of writers present spontaneously applauded, the applause was warm, and everyone's eyes were filled with an eager light.
Compared with the slightly hasty speech in the morning, Lin Chaoyang expressed his views vividly and vividly in this speech in the evening.
His views can be roughly summarized this way:
In modern times, China's national culture has been severely fractured due to the multiple influences of wars, revolutions, and movements, which has led to the decline of national culture and the decline of national self-confidence.
The contemporary literary world does not understand and is not confident when it comes to expressing our national culture, and constantly seeks outwards and transfers expressions of other cultures, which is a rootless tree.
Contemporary Chinese literature should look for our own "roots", and this "root" must be rooted in the soil of national culture.
After such a speech, many writers present understood Lin Chaoyang's thoughts and more recognized his views. Immediately after his speech, some people asked him questions.
"Comrade Chaoyang, your speech has always emphasized the 'roots of literature' and 'the roots of culture'.
Have you ever considered that over-emphasis on the things of our own nation is actually a kind of isolation, causing us to lose the opportunity to communicate with other nations in the world?"
This question was a bit harsh, but Lin Chaoyang was very calm.
"You asked a good question. The so-called isolation of the country is actually a relative concept.
Our world culture is actually enclosed on the planet Earth, and Chinese culture is part of the overall culture of this planet.
If our own culture is not good enough and we don’t pass it on, but just wait to be assimilated by others, I think this may be more tragic than closing the country to the outside world.
On the contrary, if we can prosper our culture and communicate with the world on an equal footing on this basis, wouldn’t this be contributing to the cultural prosperity of the world?”
Lin Chaoyang's answer was brilliant and attracted applause from everyone.
Immediately afterwards, several writers asked him questions, and Lin Chaoyang answered everyone's questions in a clear and coherent manner.
After a few questions, Li Tuo asked a question.
"Chaoyang, based on your speech today, I thought carefully about it. Could it be that the latest movie you wrote, "Crossing Guandong", was the product of your theory?"
Li Tuo always likes to think divergently. When he mentioned "Crossing Guandong", Lin Chaoyang was stunned at first.
At the beginning of his speech today, he was temporarily captured by Zhang Guangnian and compiled some thoughts on the current development of literature.
He did not have these thoughts when he was writing the novel, but if he thinks about it carefully, "Crossing the Guandong" does contain many depictions of national history and culture, which can be considered consistent with what he said today.
Therefore, Lin Chaoyang nodded slightly and said, "That's right."
Li Tuo's face became excited when he heard this, "How about I give your theory a name, and call it 'Root-seeking Literature'?"
After listening to Li Tuo's words, Lin Chaoyang had no reaction, but the writers around him became excited.
Since the reform and opening up, various literary trends of thought have continued to emerge, but most of them are based on people's wisdom and second-hand concepts from Western literature.
Li Tuo summarized Lin Chaoyang's views and put forward the term "root-seeking literature", which suddenly reminded everyone of the "scar literature" that was popular in the past few years.
Although the trend of "scar literature" has passed, it is after all an important literary trend that once influenced this country and nation, and has left a profound mark in the historical development of Chinese literature.
When everyone thought of this, they had a premonition in their hearts.
Tonight, they witnessed the historical process of the development of Chinese literature.
Chapter completed!