In the afternoon, it was not yet half past one.

The tall and thin ginkgo trees at the entrance of the school stand on the side of the road as if they were left alone, surrounded by dwarf French plane trees and camphor trees.

The sunlight is scattered on the ground from among the leaves, like a string of gold coins, and the Min River flows slowly not far away, and the sound of the rushing water does not take away the slightest stuffiness. Speaking of which, this autumn tiger is also enough to choke, it is so cold that it is going to cover the quilt at night, but it is as hot as dog days at noon.

Yang Zijian wiped the sweat on his forehead and glanced at Teacher Cui beside him, he was still standing calmly and indifferently, gentle as water, like a weeping willow. Yang Zijian doesn't like this teacher very much, he is not as open-minded and humorous as Teacher Yang Jun, nor is he as snobbish and direct as Teacher Li Min, and he is not as square and selfless as Teacher Lin, he is too feminine and unpredictable.

"This symposium was jointly sponsored by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Construction Bureau, and the invited writers were picked up by vehicles, and we just waited on the roadside at the school gate." Cui You explained.

The Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles is responsible for the liaison, coordination, and service of the folk art and sports troupe, and it is also a well-known poor unit, and many activities have to be jointly organized with rich units, especially with the Municipal Construction Bureau, because the Municipal Construction Bureau has the best guest house in the city, and there are also Danshan Scenic Area, Huchuan Reservoir, Jiulong Mountain Scenic Area and other tourist reception.

Bell Bell –

More and more students rode bicycles into the school gate, and many students greeted Mr. Cui - this Chinese teacher of medium height, deep eye sockets, messy hair, and bright eyes is quite famous in No. 1 Middle School, and in addition to writing poetry and prose, he is also good at teaching Chinese.

Yang Zijian asked: "What is the content of this Golden Autumn Symposium and why is it so grand?" ”

Cui You thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know root-seeking literature?" ”

Yang Zijian nodded and said: "I have read some reviews and reports, and in 1985, Han Shaoquan first stated in "The "Roots" of Literature: Literature has roots, and the roots of literature should be deeply rooted in the cultural soil of national tradition. In fact, from Wang Zengqi's "Yi Bing" to Jia Pingwa's "Shangzhou Series", writers have been looking for the roots of traditional culture in order to establish their own style and ideas. I'm actually doing the same, Nanjian is the source of Min Studies, Min Studies is the Confucianism of the Song Dynasty, not the Confucianism of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it has many merits. ”

Cui You sighed: "Confucianism, traditional culture, these are actually a bit incompatible with modern life, and poetry is the clarion call for freedom of the times...... Not to mention these, I learned from Yan Cong at noon that the 'Golden Autumn Symposium' held by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles this time was actually because Jia Gui, vice chairman of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles, took the editorial department of "Fujian Provincial Literature" to Huchuan to collect style, and by the way, I had a discussion to encourage the root-seeking literature of Nanjian City. ”

Yang Zijian understands that the so-called wind collection is actually to come to Huchuan Reservoir for vacation and play. However, he secretly rejoiced in his heart: Jia Gui is a master of prose, his works are equal, and he lived in Nanjian for a long time before liberation. As for "Fujian Provincial Literature" is the first literary journal in Fujian Province, sponsored by the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and the editor-in-chief is the vice chairman of the Provincial Writers Association.

Cui You smiled and said: "Now I understand, this symposium is very meaningful to you, the Municipal Writers Association has printed a copy of your prose work and recommended it to the provincial wind collection group, if nothing else, "Fujian Provincial Literature" will use one or two of your prose." ”

Yang Zijian opened his eyebrows and smiled: "Thank you very much." ”

Cui You changed his words and said: "Zijian, the Oak Literature Club is becoming more and more famous now, and more and more people are applying, and even students from the second, fourth, and fifth middle schools have come to submit, and Mr. Lin also plans to increase the number of pages in the second issue to thirty to forty pages, and continue to apply for funding from the Academic Affairs Office." Your suggestion of editing the grouping is very good, but the candidates for these team leaders are too narrow, why do you have to be selected in the first batch of members, aren't you special? ”

Yang Zijian secretly thought: I just want to be special, so that there is competition and vitality, and the so-called equality is not just eating a big pot of rice? As soon as the landlord class was abolished, all the peasants became tenant farmers of the state, and there was no enthusiasm for farming. Of course, he couldn't say this, so he could only laugh dryly: "Isn't this easy for acquaintances to do?" Save worry! Most of the first batch of members were classmates from Class (2), and they all served Wang Yun and me. You know, the more people there are, the more difficult it is to manage, if we make a lot of noise over the selection of a few manuscripts, do we still want to read and study? ”

Teacher Cui nodded, and then asked, "The junior high school composition group, the high school prose group, the high school communication group and the second group, and the high school poetry group, have you all decided?" ”

Yang Zijian shrugged and said: "I don't care, as long as the writing is passable, and Teacher Lin and Teacher Cui approve of it, then who will be decided." The style of "Oak Tree" is clear, that is, there is something to say, writing about what you see and hear around you, recording every bit of high school life in beautiful language, showing beauty and emotion in the ordinary. ”

Mr. Cui is not admitted, he writes poems with profound thoughts, extremely high requirements for language, and has his own set of pursuits. He didn't want the poetry of No. 1 Middle School to be led astray by Yang Zijian's group, so he said leisurely: "But the poetry group is very problematic, I read the poems of all the members of the first batch, except for you, the level is not high." ”

Yang Zijian immediately understood, and asked: "You want to recommend members who are very good at writing poetry, but they are not in the first batch, right?" ”

I smiled in my heart: If you want to use your own students, you can say it earlier, why beat around the bush, I really don't care much about the Oak Literature Club, as long as it can be run, it's not the same who is the leader of the group, especially the poetry group, I hate it the most, if you want to recommend your own people, I raise my hands and feet to support! Of course, I'm a little sorry for Meng Yun for doing this, and I promised to vote for him, but Mr. Cui wants to cut off his beard, so of course I can't help but give it!

Teacher Cui nodded and said: "In the 7th class I teach, there is a student named Hu Jiqi, who is very accomplished in poetry, but unfortunately he forgot to apply for membership in the first issue and missed an opportunity to appear in the "Nanjian Youth Daily". ”

Yang Zijian secretly slandered: When the journal was first launched, when Mr. Lin was the first to start, no one took the class magazine "Oak" seriously, the reason why you are willing to put up the name of the instructor is just to win me over and show favor to me, maybe you still want to secretly want to see Lin Kechun and my jokes, how can you let your proud disciples join this promising little literary club?

Teacher Cui was both a little proud and very distressed: "This time, the Youth Daily published eight essays from Nanjian No. 1 Middle School in one go, which had a great impact, including your columns, short stories, and the prose of Qian Li and Zhang Yimin, all of which were praised by teachers and students in the city's thirteen counties and districts, and they were considered typical and worth learning. Only those two poems are simply unsightly, especially Wang Yun's "I Love Yizhong", which is like a straightforward limerick poem......"