Not enough to eat, not warm enough to wear, living in a dilapidated thatched hut, and working on creation in the dark. This is what Chen Bingqing can think of when Jiang Yulou was creating.
Compared with the citizens in the city, the Jiang family's life in the countryside was too difficult. In such a difficult environment, he was able to write novels that were published in literary magazines in the capital, and he was able to write popular love poems that were sung among literary youths. His performance was enough to become a role model for contemporary youth.
Thinking of this, her heart almost melted.
"Record it truthfully." Nie Xin whispered.
Chen Bingqing nodded. Jiang Yulou's perseverance must certainly be seen by the people across the country.
After calming down, Nie Xin asked with a smile: "Do you know how much commotion your two poems caused across the country?"
Jiang Yulou nodded shyly, "I probably know a little bit."
"Haha, you are an incredible young man. You have written two poems. Every literary young man in the country knows that lesbians love your poems so much. Some people even compare you to the king of love poems." Nie Xin also said Without telling him the answer, I told him the answer directly.
Jiang Yulou didn't know there was such a title, so he quickly shook his head and refused: "It's too much praise. I just wrote two poems, and luckily I got everyone's love. The hat of the King of Love Poems is really too big, and I can't wear it."
"Comrade Jiang, how do you write your love poems so affectionate and contagious?" Chen Bingqing couldn't help but ask.
After Jiang Yulou thought for a while, he replied seriously: "It should be because of your heart."
Then he explained in detail: "More often, when I write love poems, I integrate that love into my life."
"Love, the word carries a lot of weight. It represents responsibility and responsibility. If you have no responsibility or responsibility, don't blaspheme love. Many people like to say I love you and feel that they are very affectionate. In fact, love is not just Talking about it, it represents more of an attitude towards life. Only truly affectionate people can experience love."
"If a person meets the one he loves, he must be brave enough to confess his love, and he must cherish it. Only in this way can love last forever."
"Ah, is that so?"
Recalling the confessions her male classmates made to her in college, as well as the subtle overtures from her colleagues at work, Chen Bingqing felt that she had understood the true meaning of love.
She looked at Jiang Yulou with a complicated expression. He was obviously just a little boy, but he understood love better than countless adults.
Nie Xin thought differently.
Just by understanding love and experiencing love, you can write poetry, and write it so well?
If that were the case, wouldn't there be poets everywhere?
In fact, writing poetry is not that easy.
Ha, little slippery man.
He smiled and asked: "Yulou, there are so many themes for poetry, why did you choose love poetry?"
Jiang Yulou said seriously: "Because love is one of the most basic emotions of human beings." Tang Xianzu said, "You don't know where love starts. It goes deeper and deeper. The living can die and the dead can live." To be alive but not to die, to be dead but not to be resurrected, is not the result of love. "In the history of literature throughout the ages, countless literati and poets have left countless love poems. From "Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, on the Island of the River" to "I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River"; from "Zhi Zi "We will grow old together with our children" to "ask the world what love is, and teach you how to make love between life and death."
Finally, he spread his hands and said, "You see, love has always been the most important theme in poetry. So, what's the problem with me writing love poems?"
The answer was good, but Nie Xin didn't want to let him go like this, "But personal love is just a small love. Why don't you praise big love?"
From 1949 to 1966, during this period, due to the needs of socialist construction under the circumstances, the expression of love in domestic literary and artistic works was different from the past.
In the poetry of this period, love is no longer a pure personal love, but a great love for the party, the country and the working people that is integrated into the socialist family.
This question is very difficult to answer. A bad answer will cause big problems.
The atmosphere in the office also became heavy. Everyone was cautious and worried about Jiang Yulou.
"The old man is very bad. He doesn't know how to care for young comrades at all." Jiang Yulou complained silently in his heart.
Although he was complaining in his heart, he was still very cautious when answering.
He laughed, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Because times have changed, so it has been changed now."
He scratched his head, "I think poets, as lyrical subjects, are the spokesperson of the people. What they express in their poems are comments on contemporary social trends of thought and emotional reflections."
"In different eras, the appearance of love in poetry varies. From personal love giving way to political needs, to love becoming a forbidden area and being suppressed, to passionate singing of love and ideals, love in different eras has left its mark in poetry. The mark may be deep or light, thick or light, bright or dark. No matter what, love is the most basic human emotion and an eternal artistic theme."
Nie Xin and others looked at Jiang Yulou in shock. Is this kind of thought and realization possible for an eighteen-year-old young man?
"His political class must have received perfect marks." Nie Xin thought in his heart.
He shook his head, "Yulu, I really want to be impressed by you."
"This is just my personal opinion." Jiang Yulou said embarrassedly.
Nie Xin said: "How could it be Qian Jian? It obviously makes sense!"
This is the ability to see the subtle things. From a small point, you can see a broader change.
While the public is still cautious, the cultural world has already taken steps.
He felt that this trip to Yangping County was really worthwhile and the harvest was great.
Nie Xin moved his fingers slightly, feeling the urge to return to the capital and write an editorial.
He glanced at Jiang Yulou again and put away his earlier thoughts. How could he be a farmer? He was clearly one of those people who opened his eyes to see the world!
Subsequently, the interview continued for more than half an hour.
After collecting enough materials, Nie Xin and Chen Bingqing left with unfinished content.
After the reporter left, the principal and Teacher Gao slumped in their chairs.
The reporter comrade was here just now, so it was difficult for the two of them to interrupt, let alone interrupt Jiang Yulou's words. They were really anxious.
The principal stood up tremblingly and said with lingering fear: "Yulou, you really dare to say that!"
"Yes, Yulou, you are too bold, that is "Ren Ri"!" Teacher Gao also covered his heart and said with a pale face.
"Be careful in the future and don't get yourself into trouble."
Jiang Yulou did not make a positive promise, but said: "After all, times have changed."
A few years ago, if he had been beaten to death, he would not have said these words.
