"Everyone applaud, let us welcome Teacher Jiang Yulou with warm applause!"
Everyone in the audience was shocked. The young man in front of them was Teacher Jiang Yulou?
He is even younger than the grandchildren of some people in the field. This...isn't this nonsense?
How could such a young student teach these educated youths and writers?
Just when someone in the audience was about to object, the host said again:
"Teacher Jiang is the youngest writer in our Yangping County. It can even be said that he has just started writing. However, his first contribution was adopted by the "Contemporary" literary magazine and decided to publish it. Oh, "Contemporary" is a publishing house of People's Literature Literary magazine owned by the company.
In June, the first issue of "Contemporary" magazine will be published and sold. Interested comrades can go to the Post and Telecommunications Bureau to order it and support our teacher Jiang. "
The host said it humorously, but the educated youth and writers in the audience couldn't laugh out loud.
Everyone is still in shock. This young junior has published his first work?
Although I have never heard of the name of "Contemporary" magazine, everyone is familiar with People's Literature Publishing House.
That belongs to the leaders of the Ministry of Rites, no one dares to despise it.
After figuring it out, no one dared to look down on the juniors in the stands anymore.
Jiang Yulou looked at the reaction from the audience and was quite satisfied.
"Hello, fellow comrades, I am Jiang Yulou."
After briefly introducing himself, Jiang Yulou said humorously: "Actually, when I was notified that I would attend this lecture, I refused. How can I be a kid who has stepped into the circle of writers with one foot? He Dehe can teach everyone."
"At that time, I told our teacher Gao from Yangping County High School, no, I can't attend this lecture. Those present are all my seniors. How can I teach my seniors?"
Everyone in the audience listened quietly and nodded from time to time.
They thought so too. Although they recognized Jiang Yulou's strength as a writer, they didn't think he could teach them anything.
Jiang Yulou asked with a smile: "But Teacher Gao's words changed my mind. Do comrades know what it is?"
Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and then shook their heads in tacit agreement.
"Teacher Gao said: You know how much you are good at, and you are not lost in fame and fortune. Do you think the county doesn't know that you are junior and have insufficient abilities? No, they know." Educated youth who participated in the symposium Many writers are better than you, so what can you teach me about writing?”
"But why are you still asked to go by name? Because the writers in the county write better than you. Why can't their works be published in newspapers and periodicals, but yours can? Although you may not be able to tell the reason, you can give everyone Give me some advice.”
Jiang Yulou smiled and said, "I thought at that time that Teacher Gao was right. If I can do a little bit to improve the comrades' awareness of the preferences of literary magazines, then it will be considered that my trip was not in vain. ”
"Bah bang bang!"
The audience applauded warmly, and Jiang Yulou's low profile won everyone's favor.
Putting aside his ability, his character is not a problem.
"Teacher Jiang, tell me."
"Teacher Jiang, we want to hear how you write and whether you have any skills."
"Teacher Jiang..."
Jiang Yulou's humorous speech actually ignited the enthusiasm of the scene. Some young educated youths and writers who have good senses are also willing to listen to him.
"Okay, since you comrades are interested, I will tell you. I am from Shanghe Village, Yangping County, and I am still in my third year of high school."
Everyone was shocked again. He was only in his third year of high school. After this... Teacher Jiang was too young.
"I am a farmer, but I have loved studying since I was a child. Thanks to our party, although my family is poor, I can study for free."
Everyone smiled kindly, not in ridicule, but in sympathy.
Some of the people present were not from peasant backgrounds, but they were limited.
After laughing, Jiang Yulou continued: "Where did I just say? By the way, I have loved reading since I was a child, but what has the greatest impact on me is the hot land under my feet, every corner, every inch of the land, every Bricks and tiles, plants and trees, they bring me inspiration and give me the motivation to create.”
Everyone couldn't help but nod. In fact, everyone was in a similar situation to him, and their creative inspiration also came from around them.
"I started getting into novels in the first year of high school. Life was hard at that time and there were no entertainment activities in the countryside, so I became obsessed with novels. The first novel I read was "The Story of Zoya and Shula", which I later borrowed from my classmates. Show me "Red Rock", they are all good novels."
Jiang Yulou also mentioned a long list of book titles, and everyone has read one or two more or less.
Then, he scratched his head and said, "As I watched it, I started to wonder if I could write a novel?" However, novels cannot be written in a vacuum, and I don’t know how to write them, so I can only learn from them. At this time I read Chekhov's novels, "The Man in the Box", "The Death of a Civil Servant" and "The Chameleon". It can be said that Chekhov's short stories have a great influence on me. "
"It's just as expected that my first writing session was difficult, but I wasn't depressed. I knew that it was because I was not yet capable. Since then, I have continued to write every day, more or less, and of course read a lot. necessary."
"good!"
"Well said, great!"
"It feels useful."
“Teacher Jiang’s perseverance is admirable.”
At this time, someone asked: "Teacher Jiang, is the work you submitted to "Contemporary" a novel?"
"Yes, it's a short story." There was nothing to hide, and Jiang Yulou nodded immediately to confirm his guess.
"What a great talent. The first time I wrote a novel was a short story."
“I really wish I could read Teacher Jiang’s novels now!”
Jiang Yulou said: "When it comes to short stories, take Chekhov's "The Fat Man and the Thin Man" as an example. I think that if you want to write a short story well, the language must be concise and powerful. It is also based on Chekhov's novel Only by using it as a reference did I understand what literature is in the true sense and the essential meaning of literature.”
Wow!
The cafeteria burst into bursts of applause.
"That's so good!"
"Teacher Jiang's words touched my heart."
“Isn’t he talking about the essence of literature?”
"Well, it turns out I never understood short stories before."
After Jiang Yulou's words, everyone seemed to be enlightened.
That is to say, they still don't know what Jiang Yulou's novel is like. If it is really popular, some people may not want to worship him.
"Thank you everyone, that's all I have to say."
Jiang Yulou humbly bowed his hand, he couldn't stand everyone's enthusiasm.
Especially for some lesbians, you are already in your thirties, so is it appropriate to look at a young man like me like a wolf?
