Chapter 34 Love Death (for Crape Myrtle)

Continuing to talk about those celebrity anecdotes, we can't help but talk about Xu Zhimo's death.

Those who clear some things inside, it is estimated that they will not see it as a simple accident, but look up to the peony flowers to die under the strong feelings.

The romance and immortality that were blown up with his life are simply a model for my generation.

In early November 1931, Xu Zhimo had a big quarrel with his courtesan wife Lu Xiaoman, and the leader of the Crescent Moon faction was in his daughter-in-law at that time, and he could no longer see a beam of moonlight, and his mood was basically shrouded in darkness, so he flicked his sleeves and ran away in a negative mood.

On November 18, 1931, Xu Dacai went to Nanjing, and met Yang Xingfo at Zhang Gehai's house in the evening, several old friends, plus Zhang Xinhai's wife Han Xiangmei, talking about broadness and doubting life.

Xu Zhimo, the old king next door, once again exerted his skill in digging the wall feet of his marriage with Lu Xiaoman, and at the time of parting late that night, in front of his husband, Xu Lao Wang kissed Han Xiangmei's cold left cheek with a gentle and generous attitude like a brother.

Then, he got on a plane to make an appointment with another woman, Lin Huiyin, who was going to hold an art festival in the small hall in Peiping, and of course he had to get the support of the audience.

As a result, he was jealous of talents, and Lu Xiaoman said, "If you have trouble taking the plane, I will be a romantic widow." It still echoes in the ears of the great talent, and it becomes a prophecy!

On November 19, 1931, the "Jinan" on the Beijing-Ping Line carried three people and crashed headlong into Baima Mountain in the fog, and the crescent moon of modern Chinese literature was dimmed from then on, and all temperamental people were heartbroken.

When Bai An was almost at the end of the page, he saw a poem by Xu Zhimo, called "Love Death".

Feel...... Well, especially for the occasion......

"Beauty is the fate of fate, and I have captured you in my hands...... A mess of scarlet, blurred blood on both hands......"

"Love Death", it's really love death!

The first few pages are Xu Zhimo's representative poems, and then starting from the first poem written by Xu Zhimo, the annotation is on the left side of the page, clearly marking Xu Zhimo's experience and creative background, and also printing Xu Zhimo's original manuscript color map...... It just couldn't be more powerful.

Bai An reads books very quickly, and at the end of the book, he writes a "profile" of Xu Zhimo's life, saying that it is a profile, but in fact, it can't be more detailed.

When I learned that this talented man withered at the age of thirty-five, he was also accompanied by Hu Shi's super sacrificial text, which was really deep into the remains:

"It is in the sky, the rain is drenched, the fog is shrouded, the fire is burning, and the mountain that cannot be knocked down is looking coldly at the side, the poets of our new era are to choose a way to die by themselves, and they can't pick out a more suitable and tragic one!"

The master is worthy of being a master, and this kind of forcible pretending to be whitewashed is higher than the two mountains of ours.

It's time to get down to business.

There is such a daily task of the system, imitation.

No matter how you look at it, there is a little bit of a trial of exercising the host's ability, and the word "imitation" is separated, a "imitation" and a "writing", imitation is written first, the main meaning is to copy the shape and style of the famous master, and further absorb the essence to refine itself, just like the crutches or handrails of a toddler, first support him to stand up and take the first step in life.

In the same way, copywriting and learning are the first steps that all literati must take.

If Bai An wants to imitate writing, the first step is to understand.

Character background, personality, encounters and mood at the time, social background, culture, and general environment.

These are all imitation factors that must be verified.

Otherwise, if the imitation is only the shape, there is no bone, and the essence and style of that section will be completely lost, and the tiger will not become an anti-dog.

In the word "writing", we must be clear about our own catties, give full play to our strengths and characteristics, and write our own characteristics.

This is the most clever "imitation".

Bai An closed the book and pouted, although this is not a masterpiece, but the daily task of reading every day has just shown that it has been completed.

He picked up the pen and practiced writing, this time he learned to be obedient, and the poems were written in the notebook given by the system, so he didn't have to worry about being put away to make a poetry collection.

Thinking back to the things he wrote down in the morning before, he was also a little lucky, thanks to the erotic poems that he read to Xiao Yueyue, there was no erotic poetry to be disciplined, but it had a little more childlike meaning.

It's not too shocking.

Except for the gloomy colors of the North Island, Haizi's "The Sun Hits the Ground" with a little painful depression, the others are still quite bright and majestic.

If you read one or two songs: "Skin, moss, greedy and firm milky body." Ah, the cup of breasts!ah, the blurred ......" and something like that......

He can die first.

Fortunately, as for the rest, there will always be some geniuses in this world who can amaze the world with unusual attitudes.

In Zhang Ailing's "What to Write", there is such a passage -- a friend asked me: "Can you write the story of the proletariat?" I thought about it for a while and said, "No." Either it's just Grandma's business, I know a little bit. Later, I found out from elsewhere that Grandma could not be regarded as a proletarian. Luckily, I have no plans to change my style, otherwise I would have been greatly disappointed.

As a goddess of male and female literary youth, this direction towards herself, always clear, she always writes about the boudoir, but it is by no means a resentful woman who is expected to be Ai Ai, gentle and cowardly, her words are a sense of murder, the pen is light, like the top crane top red, see blood to seal the throat.

Society is developing, human beings are progressing, and the times are calling.

But things in literature are always the same.

Bai An found that he preferred Yu Dafu's prose to Xu Zhimo's poems, both of which were sad and sad, but the latter had a bold tragedy.

There is a dusty air of the north wind, which really carries the weight of that era.

This time, Bai Anshun copied Xu Zhimo's most famous "Farewell Kangqiao".

I did this under the homework assigned by the teacher in junior high school, and now I have a nostalgic interest in writing again.

He smiled, from scratching his ears and cheeks at the beginning to becoming accustomed to it now, the world has changed.

But I don't know that on the Internet today, he has been fried because of the Weibo that released the news of his poetry collection.

There was not much praise and expectation for this event.

Most people, this time, are scolding.

No one embarrassed Bai An, his Weibo is still full of pure encouragement and praise, but what is really troublesome is Qingyu culture.

No one would suspect that Bai Anhui, who was still young and seriously ill, was the initiator of this incident, and before the poetry collection was released, even at this time, everyone praised his talent and regretted and comforted life.

After all, the quality of the poem on Weibo is obvious to everyone.

When many people see it, they will sigh that the tiger father has no dog son.

What these netizens are angry about should be Qingyu's agent at this time.

At a time when a fourteen-year-old child is facing multiple blows, publishing the works he wrote in the midst of his illness, no matter how you look at it, carries a kind of sinister similar to making a "dead man's money".

PS: Today's addition, ask for recommendations, ask for collections.