69. Literary thoughts are like springs
I sat on the computer, opened QQ unconsciously, and stared at Sister Lian'er's avatar tightly, hoping that her avatar could beat to convey a little bit of information to him.
However, the avatar was right there, and there was no doubt that there was no reaction. I couldn't help but wonder: what happened to her?
Unfortunately, she doesn't have a computer at home, so she can't ask her family about it. If you haven't left a message on the computer for so long, something must have happened?
Otherwise, there is no explanation for her indifference to herself. However, on second thought, she was indifferent, and she didn't express the enthusiasm she deserved!
For example, the last time I came to check the information on the Internet, I only left a message for her, but I didn't leave a message for her to ask for anything?
Thinking about it, I saw Master's avatar jumping, although there was no light, but there was a message coming, I quickly opened it, and saw that it was Master who told me solemnly:
Hello Wenhua, do you know about your senior brother's marriage to Xie Ying??? as a junior brother, you should bless them.
Also, if there is no important matter, try not to contact Xie Ying. She is already a person with her own man and her own family. You know that.
Oh! It dawned on me! No wonder Xie Ying has been ignoring me, it's not that she's ruthless to me, it's that she's married to her senior brother and started a family. According to the customs of Shandong people, a man should not contact his former lover who is married. If you contact them, you will be suspected of destroying the relationship between husband and wife.
Although my brother and I are like brothers, we have a happy marriage in order to maintain the happiness of our family. I should control my affection for Xie Ying.
Master's words undoubtedly reminded me. Now that they are married. Then, Xie Ying is my sister-in-law. Even if there is something, you should contact the senior brother first, and you should not look for Xie Yingzi, the little junior sister back then, alone.
I should be completely dead to my little sister, if I don't control myself, I can only add trouble to ourselves.
But thinking about my relationship with my little sister, and thinking about her warmth and affection when she cooperated with me in the performance, I think she is not without nostalgia for me. If I listen to Master's words and let me break off with her, I will really feel a little reluctant in my heart, but since Master has said this, what if I don't break off with her?
I was struggling with this, when someone suddenly pushed the door in, and when I saw it, it was actually Chief Yu, and I quickly closed the chat page and stood up to say hello.
Unit Chief Yu didn't care what web pages I browsed, he just walked to the journal shelf, took a copy of "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art" and opened it to read it, and then asked me: "How do you feel when you see the drill scene today?"
"The first time I heard the sound of a cannon roaring, I was shocked. "I was straightforward about how I felt.
"When young people are exposed to new things, they will be shocked. Wenhua, what inspiration do you have, can you write it out quickly?
"The blackboard newspaper in your management unit has not been published. Even the political commissar criticized your assistants, saying that the political work of the headquarters is dark under the lights, and even a blackboard newspaper can't be done!"
Ever since I got back to the guard platoon, I've noticed the bare blackboard. I also want to write something to enliven the ideological and political atmosphere of the guard platoon,
But I don't know if this matter is specially arranged by the coordinator, so I didn't dare to make a mistake. In addition, the assistant has created good conditions for himself to practice, and he must go all out to practice and not let these things distract him.
Today, listening to what the head of the unit said, I think it should be my duty to write something. The roar of the rocket shell from the barrel rang in my ears again,
There were also shells that roared to the target area and exploded, and the blazing flames stirred up the name of a resounding poem: the song of the artillery.
That's right, I used live ammunition as the object of description, wrote a short poem, and published it on the blackboard. This blackboard newspaper belongs to your own unit, so just report it to the assistant if you write anything on it.
I am not afraid of rejection by the editorial department. Not afraid of creating a performance program to be led by the gun. When I think of this, my heart jumps. Boom, sword piercing the sky...... A poem flashed through my mind.
It was a loud noise, it was the thunder of the roaring universe...... These few sentences have just begun, but next, it seems that the train of thought is blocked, and the poetry does not come.
At this time, I suddenly thought of the omnipresent Internet, and I was surfing the Internet in front of the computer, and I was worried that I couldn't find a good sentence? Besides, this is writing a manuscript on the blackboard newspaper, not publishing to earn manuscript fees, so why can't I learn from an article?
So, I opened the search website and used Baidu, Sogou, and Google to type in the words "artillery poetry", but except for a few websites that introduce artillery knowledge, I couldn't see any shadow of artillery literary and artistic works at all.
Looking at the fruitless search, he suddenly thought of the poetic name "Katyusha", if he entered this word, maybe there would be a literary work of rocket artillery, right?
But after entering "Katyusha", in addition to introducing the immortal exploits of the Katyusha rocket artillery of the Great Patriotic War of the USSR in World War II, there is also the Soviet song, and there is no shadow of rocket artillery at all.
It seems that God is trying to make it difficult for me to play such a clever trick.
Isn't it just a short poem? As for going so painstakingly to check it on the Internet? In that "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art," there may be poems of the present waiting for me to learn from!
I looked at the magazine shelves, and Unit Chief Yu had already left, and only an assistant from the logistics department was reading a magazine on logistics support knowledge, so I left the computer and took the "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art" in my hand.
First of all, when I opened the catalog, I was a little disappointed to see that this issue of the magazine was full of novels, and the only two or three poems were also praising the heroines of the female soldiers in the logistics department. Look for it again, it's reportage.
Moreover, this reportage reflects the life of border guards, and there is not even a single element of artillery in it. It seems that I can't learn anything from it, so I can only rely on my own feelings and hold back those sentences!
However, in this issue of the magazine "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art", there is a theoretical article on poetry creation, which fascinates me. This article is to say that poetry is no longer the traditional vernacular, passion, and lyrics.
It is necessary to return to the original position of poetry, to write a unique feeling, and to write poetry that is different from ordinary people. Then, there are examples, including Gu Cheng, Beidao, and Shu Ting...... I just didn't give the example of the traditional old lyricists.
Among them, the lyrics of many songs I sang in school are beautiful enough, but the author of the article seems to be dismissive of these easy-to-understand and catchy lyrics. It's like contempt for old antiques.
Then, as I read on slowly, the author introduced the question of how to capture inspiration, and the central idea is that the poet should trust his own feelings, capture his own unique feelings.