November 2, 1984.

Thousands of young people gather in the park east of Beijing's Bayi Lake. The men gathered in front of a red banner.

There was not a single commotion in the crowd, they were waiting, it was an open-air poetry meeting, there was no podium in the center of the venue, only an open space surrounded by the crowd in the middle.

Everyone who walked into the center of the circle almost always had a piece of manuscript paper, and they tried to read the sentences passionately in the announcer's tone. The reason for using the announcer's tone is that these poets thought that recitation was a professional skill, and if they couldn't find an announcer, they should find someone with a pleasant voice to replace them.

Almost half of these reciters are not authors.

After reading each poem, it can be greeted with an enthusiastic response.

Since Govin gathered hazy poets from all over the country and published two issues of hazy poetry exhibitions in "Harvest" magazine, hazy poems that could only be circulated underground have finally appeared in front of the world.

With the publication of poems by a series of Beijing hazy poets such as Gu Cheng and Shu Ting in Harvest and other magazines, the hazy poets in Beijing put the poetry meetings they had organized in various public occasions openly.

This time, no one questioned them or drove them away, as they did in the past, and the poets of the hazy poets did not need to be afraid and cautious.

The city of Beijing is very large, but the network of interpersonal relations is very small, and all walks of life have formed their own circles, and the flow of information in various circles is very smooth.

The news of Govern's arrival in Beijing was known to Gu Cheng and Shu Ting and other hazy poets within a few days, and then naturally these people quickly inquired about Govyn's residence. And got together with Govyn.

Today's open-air poetry meeting. It was organized by Shu Ting. Govin will be the last speaker as a special guest.

In fact, the poets in Beijing, whether they are modern poetry or hazy poetry, are very sincere in their feelings for Govyn.

Needless to say, it was Govyn's assembly order that allowed everyone to go from the ground to the ground, and Gowen's "Rising Poems" was like a guiding light, setting the theoretical foundation and creative direction for them. However, poets of other genres admired Govyn's talent and his courage to carry forward the entire banner of hazy poetry with his own strength. At all costs. Hazy poetry is also a form of poetry.

With the introduction of Gu Cheng and Shu Ting, Gewen quickly integrated into the poetry circle in Beijing. He got to know many poets and scholars, as well as many students and young people who loved poetry.

What made Govyn happiest was that he finally met two poets whom he had greatly admired in his previous life.

One is the index finger.

When it comes to modern poets, many people's first reaction will be to think of Gu Cheng and Haizi, because tragedy makes poets more famous, and even people who have not read their works will casually comment on a few sentences, regret or puzzlement. Dead poets can be judged on the basis of subjective impressions, but those who are still writing poetry are not interested.

But what Govin thought was his index finger. That's right, the works of Gu Cheng, Haizi, and Shu Ting Kitajima may indeed be more famous. But the index finger is the first person in the new Chinese new poetry!

When Gewen first met Li Hongbo, Li Changzheng and other poetry lovers at Fudan University, he said that he admired the index finger, and he believed that the greatest poet of this era was the index finger.

The index finger is the first and last poet who appeared after the founding of the People's Republic of China and did not rely on the media, but only relied on the hearts of the people to circulate poetry.

In the sixties and seventies, red books and model operas were rampant, and without poetry, poetry had been driven to a dead end, and it was the index finger that brought poetry back, and it was he who abandoned the practice of using poetry as a tool of class struggle, and let the call of individual life and human dignity appear in poetry. When the hazy poets of the 80s were still in ignorance, the index finger had already written many epoch-making poems.

During the turbulent decade of those years, his series of poems "Ocean Trilogy", "Fish Trilogy", "Believe in the Future", and "To Friends" ...... It is through guò word of mouth, letters are transmitted to the north and south of China's great rivers, and the deep feelings and shouts of his soul have soothed many people, so that many people have received emotional resonance and comfort.

When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty

I still stubbornly lay out the ashes of disappointment

Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future

When my grapes turn to late autumn dew

When my flowers snuggle up to someone else's feelings

I'm still stubbornly using the dry vines of condensation

Write on the bleak earth: Believe in the future

I'm going to use my fingers to the waves that rush to the edge of the sky

I will hold the sea that holds the sun with my hand

I shook the warm and beautiful barrel of the dawn

Write in a child's pen: Believe in the future

In this era, if you haven't heard this poem "Believe in the Future", then you are a poetry lover and a hazy poet.

The index finger, which is one round older than the younger generation of hazy poets such as Shu Ting, Gu Cheng, Beidao, Jiang He, and Meng Ke, who were present, did not participate in this open-air poetry meeting today.

Recently, the weather in Beijing has become cooler, and for the index finger who is not in good health, staying in the cold for half a day is simply a burden. So the index finger that I wanted to come to stay at home to rest under the persuasion of Govyn.

There is also a poet who is Haizi.

When Gewen wrote a reply to Sanmao for the first time, he borrowed Haizi's poem "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", and this favorite poem was Haizi's last poem written two months before he committed suicide by lying on the rails in Shanhaiguan.

In later generations, Govin read all of Haizi's works, and he firmly believed that Haizi had the potential to become a great poet who conquered an era. Hai Zi's "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", written before his death, was extremely rare in the Chinese poetry circle at that time, and was evaluated as "a symbol of a poetic era".

It's just that no one could have imagined that Haizi, who could write such a warm poem as "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", would give up his life, and at the moment when the son of the sea was about to embark on the bright road of conquering an era, he passed away quietly. What is left to people is deep regret.

Haizi was admitted to Peking University at the age of fifteen and began to write poetry. to his suicide by lying on the rails at Shanhaiguan. From bloom to death, exactly ten years. He spent his life in ruins, relentlessly constructing what he wanted to be an "epic of divinity." In Gowen's mind, he is the closest poet to God.

In his poems, reason and sensibility are perfectly unified, the ultimate question of life comes to the face, and the pain of "you have to shed tears of humiliation in order to survive", but he still has the persistence of "a qiē comes from love". He kept death to himself. The noble feelings of sending hope and happiness to the future of mankind have deeply touched everyone.

Govin still remembers the time when he was studying in his previous life, when the students enthusiastically excerpted Haizi's poems one by one with their manuscripts, and then silently recited them under the streetlamp that was as cool as water at night.

Govin still remembers that a girl from the poetry club fainted from tears after hearing the bad news. Many, many people came together from all over the world. Among them are young students, middle-aged professors, and young-faced children...... These people. With mourning, Haizi is commemorated in a variety of simple and sincere ways. Commemorate this brilliant but premature meteor.

All those who love poetry are children of the earth.

Everyone who has gone through the 80s and loves Haizi has found warmth and comfort in his poems.

Fortunately, Govin crossed over!

Those who were once beautiful, these kind people, should not be so lightly annihilated in the dust of history, let others hang!

……

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In the center of the open-air poetry meeting on the shore of Bayi Lake, a young man with big-rimmed glasses and thick hair was reciting his poems aloud:

Asian copper, Asian copper

My grandfather died here, my father died here, and I will die here

You're the only place to bury people

Asian copper, Asian copper

It is the bird that loves to doubt and the love to fly, and it is the sea that drowns in the sea

But your master is the grass, and dwells on his own tiny loins, and guards the palms and secrets of the wildflowers

Asian copper, Asian copper

See? The two white doves, they are the white shoes that Qu Yuan left on the beach

Let's -- let's put it on with the river

Asian copper, Asian copper

After the drumming, we call the heart dancing in the darkness the moon

This moon is made up of you chiefly.

When the young man with glasses finished reading this poem, there was a moment of coldness on the scene.

Govyn's brow furrowed imperceptibly, and then he gave a snort, and then clapped vigorously.

The young man in front of him in an old suit and glasses was Haizi.

Gewen met Zha Haisheng when he gave a speech at China University of Political Science and Law, and Zha Haisheng had not used the pen name Haizi at this time, if he hadn't shown his work to Gewen, Gewen really couldn't recognize the person in front of him was Haizi in "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".

At this time, Zha Haisheng had just graduated from university and worked as an editor in the journal of China University of Political Science and Law. Editing is an idle job, but Cha Haisheng is busy all day long, he is busy writing poems, busy communicating with others, knowing that Govin came to the school to give a speech, so he took the initiative to exchange poetry writing with Govin.

After knowing that Cha Haisheng was Haizi, Gowen took the initiative to communicate with him.

This is like a big blank piece of paper, except for reading and writing, other people don't know anything about the world, and just want to dye himself in the sea of poetry, so that the desire in Gowen's heart becomes extremely strong - he wants to change Haizi's fate!

The two became friends.

In this open-air poetry meeting, Govin specially invited Haizi to participate.

Now after Zha Haisheng's poetry is recited, there is no applause, which makes Govin very surprised.

Seeing that some people in the audience applauded, the crowd around them also began to hesitate and applaud.

"What does this poem mean?"

"I didn't understand!"

"Asian copper is brass, right?"

……

Zha Haisheng was in the midst of such discussions, silently and blushing a little to walk to Gowen's side. Through these days, Govin knows that Zha Haisheng is a little shy, and when he encounters criticism or praise from others, he is usually like this, and he can't find the right language to express what he wants to say in his heart, so he holds it in his heart.

Gu Cheng and Shu Ting were standing beside Gewen, and the two of them were also a little embarrassed at this time.

Cha Haisheng was introduced to them by Gowen, not to mention that Cha Haisheng's poetry is not bad. Just say that Govin is optimistic about Zha Haisheng. Both of them are looking at it. Unexpectedly, after Zha Haisheng's recitation, the scene was deserted. This couldn't help but make the two a little embarrassed.

You must know that there are many poetry lovers' works recited today, and the quality is not comparable to Zha Haisheng's "Asian Copper".

Gowen patted Cha Haisheng on the shoulder and walked towards the center of the field.

The people around saw that someone had come out in the open space in the center, and they slowly quieted down, waiting for the man to recite his own poem.

Govine, who was standing in the field, first looked at the crowd around him. He didn't feel it when he stood outside the circle with Gu Cheng and Shu Ting, and he didn't know what the concept of these nearly 1,000 people was until he stood in the center.

The crowd of black presses, shoulder to shoulder. Hand in hand, there are standing and squatting, men and women, densely packed.

At the moment, the sun is not too bright, and the cold wind is a little steep, but no one wants to leave, most of their faces are flushed, not just frozen, but also excited.

Although Zha Haisheng's cold reception just now made Ge Wen feel a little unhappy, he looked at him with a hint of expectation as he looked at everyone. Holding his breath and pricking up his ears. Waiting for the poetry in Gowen's mouth, he was still a little moved.

In the 80s, it was poetry that freed people from the shackles of pain, and a large number of young poets sprung up like mushrooms after a rain......

This wave of poetry attracted countless literary young people to spontaneously join the ranks of poetry creation, and they burst out their resentment and dissatisfaction in the strange and ghostly verses.

It's just-

But there is such a person's poems that do not seem to be in line with the time, and no one pays attention to his writing. His poems were never accepted by the society and peers of the time. He struggled in round after round of darkness, watching for his inner perfection alone. When many years later, people look back at the emotions expressed between the lines, and they all sigh for his death. Perhaps death is a relief for him, and only under the huge shadow of death can his unique meaning of life be revealed. "From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person. Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world. From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming. "Haizi - the son of the sea.

We can't just like "hazy poetry" and "spoken word poetry"!

The species in the ocean of poetry are inherently ever-changing and diverse. If you really only regard hazy poetry as modern poetry, and can only understand simple words, and do not understand the structure and imagery of poetry, then such behavior is simply suicide!

It's unforgivable to give up an entire forest for the sake of a tree!

No wonder Mr. Ai Qing and Mr. Zang Kejia scoffed at my "Rising Poems"!

At this time, Govin suddenly realized that Mr. Ai Qing and Mr. Zang Kejia were afraid that they had already thought of some possibility when they saw their own review of "Rising Poems".

If this is the case, then your own sin is great!

Govin fell into deep thought, and the crowd watching Govin standing silently on the sidelines also became a little agitated.

"Hey, buddy, hurry up and recite poetry!"

"This guy can't be scared silly, right?"

"I want to go in a daze while going in a daze."

"Handsome guy, it won't be the daughter of the dream fairy!"

"Haha"

……

Ge Wen raised his head and saw that Gu Cheng and Shu Ting wanted to speak, so he stretched out his hand to stop them, then glanced at Zha Haisheng, and recited a poem aloud.

"From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person

Feed the horses, chop wood, travel the world"

The chaotic voices of the scene were overwhelmed by Govine's high-pitched and emotional recitation, and the laughter was slammed.

Then the simple words of the latter sentence were like a lightning bolt, freezing everyone's movements.

The combination of simple eight words made everyone present fall into a yearning for the world at once. The world is so big, I want to go out and walk, almost everyone's dream and ambition.

"From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables

I have a house facing the sea and spring blossoms"

Govyn's pace of speech first quickened slightly, and then slowly uttered the last eight words.

There is a house facing the sea, watching the tide rise and fall, and the spring flowers blooming, and everyone present at this moment fell into a reverie.

"From tomorrow onwards, communicate with every loved one

Sue them for my happiness

The blissful lightning sued me

I will sue everybody

Give every river and every mountain a warm name."

There is a warm feeling that comes out from the depths of everyone's heart.

Naming rivers and mountains, a kind of freshness and loveliness called childhood memories makes everyone full of vitality and vitality.

"Stranger, I bless you too

May you have a bright future

May you have a lover and eventually become married

May you be blessed on earth

I would also like to face the sea and bloom in spring. ”

Everyone present felt as if goosebumps were suddenly forming on their bodies, and a smell called happiness permeated the entire venue.

Zha Haisheng looked at Govin blankly, his eyes full of incredulity.

Gu Cheng closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Shu Ting covered her mouth with one hand, and tears of emotion were rolling in her eyes. (To be continued.) )

PS: It's a bit late. Because the new plot involves too much information, it is slow to absorb.

This chapter is 4834 words, and if you throw away the poems quoted, it should be enough for 4000 words, so let's explain it here.

In the end, I still ask for a subscription, and it is best for students who have the ability to subscribe to it all.

On June 2nd, you will be able to see the income situation in May, and I hope the results will be better.