Excuse me, sir, who did you find behind the poet He Qifang?
"... say, what's sad, what's cold shaking,/Your heart is like the trembling touch of forest leaves in the moonlight,/Shake off the pure pearls and dew of sadness in your eyes? /Your voice is as soft as an angel's snow-white arm. /Every second is golden. ……"
This is He Qifang's full moon night. Mr. President, if you have read the poems written by the poet He Qifang at that time, you will understand that China literature (poetry) has come down in one continuous line in the spirit of poetry since the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Some kind of inheritance is like the blending of streams, natural and beautiful. And the poet He Qifang's poetry, in the rhythm of poetry, completed the soul talk. He Qifang is an outstanding representative who inherits the tradition of national poetry. His poems are full of humanistic care, melancholy and elegance. What's important is that He Qifang was less than twenty years old when he wrote poems such as Prophecy. A young soul, a soul painfully aware of the coming of national suffering, his poems and words shed the cold moonlight in the east, shaped like cloth, and returned to the courtyard where he had already lit up after work. ..... Sir, this is exactly what you lack.
Sir, I solemnly recommend several important poets and their works that have appeared since the new period, so that you can have a basic grasp of the latest China new poems. They are Zhao Kai and the fifty-seventh dawn; Yang Mu and I are young people; And dopted mother: Ray and Grass are singing: Liang and China, I lost my key; Border politics and inquiries about a mountain, river and meditation; Woods and to him; Han Han and weight. Sir, have you read the works of these poets? Have you ever felt moderns in China literature in 1980s? ..... Yes, you mentioned the names of Shu Ting, Gu Cheng and Zhu Wen in your eulogy. When you wrote this paragraph, it was really surging. You said, "... they are the backbone of the May 4th Enlightenment literature, and also the backbone of China's new enlightenment literature 80 years later. Their isomorphism of * * * has become the general theme of' human literature' in China's 20th century literature ...". Sir, even the above-mentioned three writers who have been pushed to the peak of China's century-old literature, can they stand up and agree with your unpleasant monologue (as you know, at least Gu Cheng won't agree with you)? I don't think so. The fundamental reason is that the "composition" you admire is not done in soft sand, and you ignore the role of the cornerstone, that is, you refuse to admit that human beings or human literature have immortal pioneers and enlightenment. The reason why Shu Ting and others are so appreciated by you is just that you deliberately pushed them to the front as a shield for you to keep out something. Come to think of it, sir, you also have good intentions to protect yourself.
For any nation, the so-called "human literature" can only be people's literature. The eternal flower of human nature can only bloom among the people. The basic concept of "human literature" is not your life. People remember Ba Jin, Ai Qing and other senior writers because they sang for the light in the cold night. Their voices have touched and influenced countless people who yearn for the light-they seek their own liberation first, then think about people's liberation, and arouse people's consciousness of seeking liberation with their works-this is "human literature".
1938 July 16, in Shanghai, Ba Jin said:
"I am stirring in this endless and turbulent torrent of life. I should chase this torrent and catch up with it to build a wider and deeper torrent. "
Sir, I don't need to remind you that you must know the background of Ba Jin's "Being a Warrior". You can't and have no right to ask a writer to sink into his center at the historical juncture of national survival-just like you masturbate in life. At that time, we firmly believed that Ba Jin would never think of the "glorious" literary history you were worried about. His heart was ignited by a kind of suffering in front of him. He used a pen as a sword to call for battle and defended national dignity with flesh and blood. Because "spring is ours." (Ba Jin)
Because in his series of works, such as Home and Spring and Autumn Annals, Ba Jin reveals the longing for light that the softest part of human nature expects; It is the figure of a generation running towards dawn; It is the cheer after accepting the light; It is a sincere record of a generation seeking faith and freedom-"My eyes follow the illusion in my mind. I think, I thought of our suffering land and people, and I smiled with tears in my eyes. At this moment, it seems that the whole river, the whole sky and countless hills are illuminated. " (Ba Jin: "Fire")
Now, through my nostalgic words, I would like to introduce the great poet Ai Qing to you. Actually, I don't want to do this either. I'm afraid your carelessness will disturb a sleeping poetic soul. Yes, frankly speaking, I have a lingering sense of helplessness about your kind guidance. Sir, after reading your article, I found that you lack a basic understanding of China's new poems. If I implore you to be in awe of China's new poems, it will be hard for you. In order to help you discover the immortal form of China's new poems, I especially introduce the poems of poets Ai Qing and Han Niu to you. Although you have made a eulogy, as a scholar, I hope you will be patient and humble when reading the poet's words like blood and tears.
Yes, you clearly expressed this meaning: reading Ai Qing, you thought of Valhallen. This is the basic premise for you to deny the poet Ai Qing. However, in the history of world literature, isn't it extremely normal for writers and their works to learn literacy from reasonable reference and open their own creative ideas? Isn't even a proud person like you imitating Lindbergh's style? There is no denying that the poet Ai Qing and his poems belong to China, and he stared at the difficult land of the motherland with tears in his singing. 1938165438+1October 17. In Wuhan, the poet Ai Qing wrote "I love this land" with deep and dignified brushwork:
If I were a bird,/I should also sing with a hoarse throat:/This land that was hit by the storm,/This sorrowful river is always surging,/This endless angry wind,/And the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ...-Later I died,/Even my feathers rotted in the ground. //Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply. ...
Four months after Ba Jin wrote Be a Warrior, Ai Qing wrote I Love this Land. In those years when faith was burning like fire, the two literary predecessors felt the omnipresent god in the field of vision with sensitive hearts-that is, the land; It is the people; It is the unyielding wings displayed by dignity and love. Their works prove the existence of China's literary conscience in the 20th century. Sir, to borrow your words, it is "declaration of rebirth, nirvana rehearsal."
Sir, this poem is not long. You are a scholar. I believe you know better than I do the great spiritual space condensed by this poem. I quote the whole poem here for the purpose of hoping that your mumbling heart will be touched instantly, sir. Is it because of the existence of Valhallen that the poet Ai Qing is the successor of Van Gogh? The answer is of course no.
"1in February, 938, the war approached the Yellow River like thunder. Ai Qing wrote this poem "North" in ancient Tongguan ... After seeing this long poem a year later, he was lucky to get a book of poetry "North". ..... This palm-sized collection of poems has strongly touched the hearts of a generation of young artists. " Sir, due to the limitation of reading, it may be difficult for you to know the source of this passage. Then I will tell you that this passionate text was written by the poet Han Niu. In the preface of Appreciation of Ai Qing's Masterpieces (China Peace Publishing House1June 1993), Han Niu also said: "In the history of China's new poetry development, Ai Qing is a big image. This is because he and his poems condensed to form a kind of weather and atmosphere similar to nature, and it is also because he and his poems have been living in a tragic and turbulent era, which is closely related to the worries and joys of the country. From his people and poems, we can truly feel the great passion of creating life in the chest of history, which enables the beautiful wisdom and spirit of mankind to continue to multiply. Our troubled nation will always thank Ai Qing and his poems. "
When writing poems such as North, Dayan River-My Nanny, and I Love This Land, the poet Ai Qing's heart is close to this kind and difficult land. He is not wandering in an instant, but singing with tears in his eyes. Ai Qing said in the preface of "North": "One day/the poet on Horqin grassland/said to me:/'The north is sad. "'Horqin grassland poet' is Duanmu Hongliang you despise, Sir.
So, sir, in the face of China's 20th century literature, have you systematically read the works of the poet Ai Qing? Obviously not. Your self-destructive attitude towards a century of China literature directly leads to your shallow knowledge, and you dare to make irresponsible remarks, which will not surprise the world.
Sir, please read the following introduction carefully. That "oath" is the spiritual declaration of the poet Ai Qing, not your Valhallen. In the early days of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, Ai Qing said: "We are the most miserable generation among miserable races, and the humiliation and resentment accumulated over the years will be settled in our generation. We are shouldering multiple historical missions. ..... We write poetry as a singer who struggles for liberation and gets rid of the tragic racial shackles. " ("Poetry Propaganda") "Immerse yourself in the joys, sorrows, joys and loves of millions of people with your sincere heart. Their creative intention (poets of this era) extends in front of human's desire for tomorrow. Only poets who do not disobey human will be revered by today's mankind and cherished by tomorrow's mankind. " (Ai Qing: Poetry and Times)