1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 201 He is literally writing poetry!

No. 15 Hufang Road.

Zhu Lin lay on Jiang Xian's chest, as beautiful as raindrops hitting banana leaves. "What were you writing just now?"

"A new novel that I plan to submit to Children's Literature."

"Children's Literature?"

Zhu Lin burst out laughing. "Did you write this for your child? What's it about?"

"It tells the story of rural children's primary school days. It's a beautiful story."

Zhu Lin thought for a moment, "Have you also seen those criticisms?"

Jiang Xian naturally knew what she was talking about.

Since the publication of "Rice", it has received great praise, but there have also been many criticisms from the cultural community.

Many writers and critics have accused Jiang Xian of writing such articles, criticizing his articles for only highlighting the ugliness and evil of human nature.

There was also an old poet who asked someone from the Writers Association to bring him a message, saying: When creating works, you should pay attention to moral guidance, and don't promote the art of ugliness just because "Fuxi Fuxi" is popular.

There are even some extreme ones who directly deny Jiang Xian as an author, saying that he only knows how to show off the ugliness of human nature to attract attention and cannot write genuine literary works.

"These people are so annoying." Zhu Lin was a little annoyed.

"Controversy is inevitable." Jiang Xian knew very well that there were people who argued in this world.

There are still a group of people criticizing the four great classics, so it is normal to have negative voices about the novels he wrote.

But he is a narrow-minded, petty person who likes to be serious and likes to slap these people in the face.

I wonder how painful it will be for those who say he is only good at showing off his ugliness when they read his next novel.

"Ah, why don't you eat enough?" Zhu Lin complained shyly.

A hard night's work.

The next day, Jiang Xian sent Zhu Lin to the set, and then went to "Beijing Literature and Art" with the manuscript on his back.

"Comrade An Yi!"

"Jiang Xian?"

Wang Anyi had just gotten breakfast from the cafeteria and was preparing to go back to the guesthouse to eat.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and Wang Anyi was surprised to learn that Jiang Xian had just gotten married, and then she smiled and congratulated him.

Entering Room 305, the layout was the same as when Teacher Zhang Jie was there. The desk was piled with manuscripts. Jiang Xian flipped through them and asked, "Did you write this during your vacation?"

"I don't have much to do in Beijing, so I have to write articles every day," Wang Anyi replied.

Jiang Xian was shocked. Not counting the revised small print on a page of manuscript, there were at least 500 words. There were at least to pages on the table, with at least to words.

Did he really create a King of Rolls?

"Don't just stay in your writing all the time. Go out for a walk when you have time."

Jiang Xian reminded him, and then took out a large plate of manuscripts from his bag, "I have agreed with Mr. Jin Jin to write a children's literature novel. Can you help me give it to him?"

This was exactly the purpose of Jiang Xian's trip. Because Wang Anyi was writing children's literature, the instructor assigned to her by the Institute of Literature was Jin Jin. She would visit his home every week to study, so it was most appropriate for Jiang Xian to ask her to help submit the manuscript.

On the other hand, Wang Anyi, who had just been feeling somewhat complacent about her efforts these days, saw the stack of manuscripts that Jiang Xian had difficulty holding, and the joy on her face disappeared.

“When did you write this?”

“I started writing it in Beidaihe and just finished it yesterday.”

"How many words?"

"Two hundred and thirty thousand."

Hiss.

Wang Anyi's mood was very complicated.

They went to Beidaihe a few days before the Institute of Literature went on holiday, which means that Jiang Xian took four or five days longer than her and wrote 230,000 words.

He even found time to get married!

How to surpass this?

Why do I always feel like I’m living in Jiang Xian’s shadow?
"Can I read it?"

Wang Anyi asked, ignoring the buns and soy milk she had just brought back from the cafeteria. She was in no mood to eat at the moment.

"Of course no problem." Jiang Xian said he didn't mind.

Wang Anyi picked up the manuscript. The handwriting was round and slanted to one side. The first line read the title of the work:
The Grass House

"The Grass House? What a strange title." Wang Anyi looked up and glanced at Jiang Xian.

Look at the first paragraph again.

"It was a morning in August 1962. The autumn wind was blowing and the summer heat was gone. Sangsang, a 14-year-old boy, climbed up to the roof of the tallest building among the grass houses of Yau Ma Tei Primary School. He sat on the roof and for the first time, the whole Yau Ma Tei Primary School came into his sight. The white clouds of autumn were as gentle as cotton wool and drifted away slowly. The withered leaves of the sycamore trees were flickering and falling in the autumn wind. The boy Sangsang suddenly felt like crying, so he sobbed softly.

Tomorrow morning, before Yau Ma Tei wakes up, a large wooden boat will carry him and his family far away.
——He will bid farewell forever to this golden thatched house that has been with him day and night.

In just a moment, Wang Anyi was captured by this story.

Jiang Xian sat aside and drank the tea that Wang Anyi poured for him. He stood up and glanced at the basketball court downstairs outside the window. Without disturbing her, he quietly left the room.

This article "The Grass House" is a novel composed of random inspirations [Country Children] + [Primary School Days].

The novel takes place in Yau Ma Tei, a fictional village. All the houses in the village are special thatched houses, hence the title of the book is The Thatched House.

The novel is told from the perspective of a little boy named Sangsang, and describes the seemingly ordinary yet tear-jerking growth experiences of five children: Sangsang, Tuhe, Du Xiaokang, Xima, and Zhiyue.

Because it uses an interweaving narrative style similar to "Furong Town", every character in "The Grass House" is written very touchingly.

By the way, the original author of this novel, Cao Wenxuan, is still teaching at Yanjing University and is the teacher of Liu Zhenyun, Liang Zuo, and Chen Jiangong.

But he is very young, only 26 years old. After graduating from Yanjing University, he was retained by Yanjing University to teach. You should know that his student Chen Jiangong is 31 years old this year.

Well, he and Zheng Yuanjie, the "Fairy Tale King", have an old grudge and have always been at odds with each other. Putting them in the crosstalk world is like one is Jiang Kun and the other is Gangzi.

The sky gradually darkened, and Wang Anyi was still holding "The Grass House", reading attentively, without eating a bite of food or drinking a drop of water.

It was early August, the hottest time of the year in Beijing, and the buns and soy milk on the table had gone bad.

She had read the last chapter of Jiang Xian's manuscript, "Pharmacy".

Sangsang fell ill and was about to die, and his sister Liuliu suddenly became well-behaved.

"Why does mommy always cry?"

Sangsang said: "Because I want to go to a very far place."

"Are you going alone?"

"It's just me."

"I'll go with you, will you take me?"

"That's the place where only I can go."

"Can you take your pigeon with you?"

"I can't take them with me."

"Then you gave it to Brother Xima?"

"I have already talked to him."

"Can I come see you then?" "No."

"Is it not possible even when I grow up?"

"Even when I grow up, I can't do that."

“Is that a good place?”

"I do not know."

"Is there a city there?"

"Maybe."

"What does the city look like?"

"Chengcheng is also a place with many, many houses densely packed together and streets one after another. There are no fields, only houses and streets."

Liu Liu imagined what the city looked like and said, "I want to see the city."

Wang Anyi's eyes had become blurred for who knows how many times. Especially when she saw Sangsang carrying her sister Liuliu on his back and climbing up the county wall, tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

After turning the last page and reading the last line, Wang Anyi had only one word in mind:
——Pure beauty.

She sat in the unlit room, lingering in the atmosphere of the novel, unable to extricate herself for a long time.

How can this be considered children's literature?
How could a piece of children's literature make an adult like her shed tears?

It can be said that it is not children's literature, as it is all about children's things.

Sangsang, Tuhe, Zhiyue, Du Xiaokang, Xima, each of them is such a good child.

Wang Anyi has read many novels since she was a child. In pursuit of artistry, writers always write a shocking ending, leaving readers with a sense of melancholy and reminiscence.

So in the last chapter, when Wang Anyi saw that Sangsang was sick and about to die, her heart was in her throat.

It was not until she saw that Jiang Xian had written a happy ending that she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and even felt grateful to Jiang Xian as the author in her heart.

"It's so well written."

Wang Anyi rubbed her eyes. At this moment, she really couldn't wait to hear Teacher Jin Jin's comments on the novel.

Finally, the day of the class arrived. She got up early and went to Jin Jin's house. She took two buses and walked for a while on the way.

"Teacher Jin!"

"An Yi is here!"

Jin Jin was wearing a vest and holding a palm-leaf fan, like an old country man. He thoughtfully prepared tea for Wang Anyi and half a bowl of apricots in a bowl.

They were both from the south, and Wang Anyi found Jin Jin's Jiangsu and Zhejiang accent very familiar.

"Teacher Jin Jin, I am here to give you a copy of Comrade Jiang Xian's manuscript."

Of course Jin Jin remembered this incident. He originally thought that it had been so long and Jiang Xian had not handed it over yet, so perhaps he gave up because he felt it was not suitable. He did not expect that Wang Anyi would send it to him at this point in time.

When Wang Anyi took out the heavy manuscript from her bag, Jin Jin couldn't help but be surprised.

“So thick?!”

“He wrote a novel.”

"A novel? Or children's literature?"

This is so rare.

You should know that most children's literature is not long, such as "The Magic Brush of Ma Liang", "The Little Carp Jumping over the Dragon Gate" and "A Cat Who Wants to Fly". Most of them are even prose, like "The Little Orange Lamp".

"Have you seen it?"

Wang Anyi nodded and said, "It's as moving to read it as The Education of Love."

Jin Jin suddenly felt incredible.

Of course he knew "The Education of Love", which was published in the last century and is a best-seller all over the world.

The original name of this novel is "Heart". It is a long diary-style novel, which is equivalent to the diary of the protagonist Enrico. It also writes the "monthly story" read by the teacher in class.

Well, every story in “Monthly Stories” is so good, and “Marco’s Six Thousand Miles to Find His Mother” is so touching every time I read it.

Jin Jin respected Wang Anyi's ideas very much. Wang Anyi was the editor of "Youth Literature and Art" and it was impossible that she did not have her judgment on children's literature.

"Is it that good?" he asked with a smile, a look of disbelief on his face.

Wang Anyi sighed.

"At least I can't write something like this."

Jin Jin still had to teach Wang Anyi and others, so he didn't have time to finish reading the long novel and only quickly skimmed a few lines.

"Six, two years?"

"It's a flashback. Jiang Xian wrote the ending of the novel first, and then told the story from six years ago."

".The background is this period?"

Jin Jin frowned. He was too familiar with this time period, and people of their age were also too familiar with it.

"Jiang Xian did not write about this period of history. He just told a novel about a water town, Yau Ma Tei Primary School," Wang Anyi explained.

"Oh." Jin Jin nodded. "This is the right way to deal with it. Jiang Xian writes children's literature. The world of children is pure, so conflicts and sufferings in the world should not appear in children's literature."

Wang Anyi thought for a moment and said, "Jiang Xian wrote about suffering, but his way of dealing with sadness and suffering is very advanced."

Wang Anyi talked for a long time but still didn't know how to express it.

"The art of concealment?" Jin Jin asked.

She nodded excitedly, "Yes, the art of masking!"

Jin Jin smiled. The more he talked with Wang Anyi, the more interested he became in Jiang Xian's "The Grass House".

Qu Xiaowei also came over soon. Jin Jin talked to them about writing skills for an hour before the two said goodbye.

Jin Jin held a palm-leaf fan, put on glasses, held a magnifying glass, and began to read Jiang Xian's "The Grass House".

The midday sun was scorching, and the noisy chirping of cicadas accompanied the summer sunshine, turning the entire manuscript into a golden color.

It took Jin Jin three days to finish reading the entire book. He paced back and forth in the room excitedly for a long time, waving a palm-leaf fan.

“It’s so well written?!”

It is said that Jiang Xian is a master at writing about the evil of human nature, and he is equally good at writing about the beauty of human nature.

Even the structure of this novel has a simple and mellow beauty. Each chapter unfolds the story with a character as the protagonist, and one story leads to the appearance of the next character, finally forming a smooth story chain.

"Great! Great!" After discovering this, Jin Jin couldn't help but laugh out loud with satisfaction.

The group of white pigeons connected end to end is mentioned more than once in this poem "The Grass House". Jiang Xian skillfully integrates the structure and content together. This is a bit like ancient poetry. Not only the symbolism is beautiful, but the rhythm is also beautiful.

Thinking of ancient poetry, Jin Jin suddenly realized something and hurriedly looked up the chapter titles of several chapters in this novel:
Bald Crane, Paper Moon, White Bird, Ai Di, Red Gate, Thin Horse, and Medicine House.

“He’s literally writing poetry!”

Jiang Xian even paid attention to the details in the chapter titles, and each chapter title is a beautiful image.

What is this called?
This is called "Turning the axis and plucking the strings three or two times, the emotion is there before the melody is formed."

Now thinking back to what Jiang Xian had said to him, that he wanted to write a piece of children's literature that both adults and children would love to read, Jin Jin thought he was talking nonsense at the time, but now he has to admit it.

The artistry and storytelling are equally impressive.

He was excited for a long time before he finally remembered the most important thing.
——This manuscript must be sent to Zhongshao Publishing House!
(End of this chapter)