At the end of the open-air poetry meeting, the two organizers of the rally, Gu Cheng and Shu Ting, began to beckon everyone present to leave. Previously, with the identity of Govyn becoming known, the open-air poetry meeting could no longer continue.

After Govin gave a lecture on hazy poetry, the crowd rushed to speak to him.

"Govyn, I don't understand anything about your speech just now......

"Gowen, what's the name of the poem you recited before the speech?"

"Govyn, is that "Asian Copper" really as good as you say? Why do I feel a little confused when I listen to this poem? ”

"Govyn, can you sign me?"

"Gowen, I'm going to give you a monkey!"

……

For a while, it was said that some people crowded forward to talk to Gowen, and many people wanted to ask Gowen to sign a notebook or a manuscript of their previous poetry recitation, and there were many comrades who wanted to shake hands with Gowen.

Everyone was excited and proud to be able to speak to Govin and sign hands.

In desperation, Govin recited a few more poems he composed himself under Gu Cheng's Jianyi, which made the feelings of everyone present slowly calm down.

But when Shu Ting announced the end of the poetry meeting, everyone became noisy again.

So Govin had to continue to recite, and when the inventory in his stomach was finished, he began to recite the poem "If There Is an Afterlife" written to him by Sanmao a few days ago and the poem "Olive Tree" that Govan liked very much in his previous life.

Don't ask me where I'm from, my hometown is far away. Why wander, wander far away, wander ......

I have to say that Sanmao's simple and romantic writing and her free and uninhibited love and yearning for love are really a good medicine, which deeply poked the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone asked Govern about the author of these two poems, Sanmao, and after Govin slowly told the story of Sanmao and Jose, many people were moved incomparably.

And Ge Wen also took advantage of the moment when everyone was in a daze, and after greeting Gu Cheng and Shu Ting, he pulled up Zha Haisheng and fled.

The cold and windy city of Beijing seemed a little empty, and the pedestrians on the road walked in a hurry, and Govin deliberately kept his distance from the party and made a detour.

Zha Haisheng is not very talkative, but when he talks about poetry, he unexpectedly talks endlessly.

"Gewen, the poem "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" you recited just now has a simple language, true imagery, elegant ideas, and neat form. In particular, your image of the sea is vast, relaxed, and vibrant, giving people a bright feeling of happiness......"

"Huh." Govin is a little embarrassed, and the original author compliments him in front of him, which always makes people a little uncomfortable.

"Govine, do you really think that the level of Asian Copper is good enough to be published in a magazine?" After talking about his love for "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", Zha Haisheng suddenly remembered Gowen's evaluation of "Asian Copper" in his speech just now.

Speaking of which, it has been some time since this "Asian Copper" was written. Zha Haisheng once showed this poem to many people, but it did not cause any repercussions.

At this time, Zha Haisheng worked as an editor of the school magazine of China University of Political Science and Law, and because of this identity, some student poets of the University of Political Science and Law often asked him for advice with their poems. Through many face-to-face exchanges, he made friends with many poets on the campus of the University of France who are keen on poetry. Then Zha Haisheng organized and established the first poetry club of the University of Political Science and Law, the Stardust Poetry Society, and also launched the poetry society's magazine "Stardust".

With the wide spread of the "Stardust" poetry magazine on the campus of the University of Law, the influence is increasing, and the "Stardust" poetry magazine has been directly or indirectly spread to the campuses of Peking University, Tsinghua University, and Renmin University. The "Stardust" poetry journal of the University of Law occupies an important place in the poetry journal of college students in the capital university because of its atmospheric, round, and exploratory characteristics.

As the founder and consultant of Stardust, Zha Haisheng has had extensive contact with a large number of outstanding poets who are active in the Beijing poetry scene, including Bei Dao, Gu Cheng and others. When they are together, they often exchange their works with each other, but Zha Haisheng's poems have never received the attention of the Beijing poetry circle. Among those poems is this "Asian Copper".

As a poet, and seeing the craze for hazy poetry sweeping across the country, Zha Haisheng naturally longs for his poems to be published in official journals, and he hopes to be recognized. However, many of his poems, including "Asian Copper", were lost after he submitted them to official publications several times. Before coming to the open-air poetry meeting this time, Zha Haisheng planned to put this "Asian Copper" to some private magazines with a lower status than the official magazine.

Now hearing that Govin has such a high regard for this "Asian Copper", he is a little uneasy in his heart, for fear that the comments of Govine's previous speech are worried that he will lose face in front of everyone, so he deliberately raised it to comfort himself.

Cha Haisheng is not very good at words, but he is not a fool, and he can certainly feel the relationship between the action of Govin rushing to the open space in the center of the poetry club and the snub he encountered. In the plan, Govin only appeared at the end of the open-air poetry meeting.

Moreover, "Asian Copper" has submitted so many official publications, but has not received any other response except for the rejection letter, is it possible that the editors of those journals have no vision and no level?

From Zha Haisheng's words, Govin could hear a strong sense of unconfidence. Although I don't know what publication Zha Haisheng's "Asian Copper" was published in the end, with his impression of this "Asian Copper" in his previous life and his confidence in improving his poetry appreciation ability after crossing over, Govin believes that this "Asian Copper" is definitely a masterpiece.

Govine stopped, then looked at Zha Haisheng, who was a little apprehensive, and said seriously: "Yes, I think 'Asian Copper' can be published in any journal in China, including 'Harvest'!" ”

Haisheng, I have read a lot of your poems, and most of them actually have some shortcomings, but I can see from these poems that you are still in a period of rising poetry creation. But this "Asian Copper" is different, this poem has superb technical content, and it can be said to be a typical academic poem! This poem has broken through the existing poetic language structure, and has your own unique structural model, and the language structure system you have established is very novel, which is refreshing to me. I believe that this poem "Asian Copper" will be an important sign of your maturity in poetry writing.

I think that among the poets of the same era, "Asian Copper" has clearly possessed a certain avant-garde. This may be the reason why people don't have a high opinion of "Asian Copper" now. Everyone is still unfamiliar with the language structure system you created zào.

If you want to break through the previous writing mode and achieve a new artistic effect, you must first start from the routine of lifting the ban on language, which is a natural and normal thing from the perspective of the history of poetry. This is also the inevitable law of social development, and new things will inevitably replace old things with the progress and development of the times. The same is true for artistic creation.

Over time, your light will surely make everyone shine brightly.

You have to believe in yourself! ”

Listening to Gowen's words, Cha Haisheng's mind suddenly felt unusually quiet and calm.

……

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After passing through several alleys, the two ran to the Great Bell Temple in Haidian District, not far from the old campus of Beijing University of Political Science and Law, where Zha Haisheng lived.

When I returned, it was almost noon.

On the way, Zha Haisheng bought some ready-made food on the street in front of his house, carried a few small bottles of Beijing Erguotou, and entered the house with Gowen.

When they entered the house, the two of them were not polite, spread out the food, took chopsticks, found a wine glass, poured wine, and ate it.

The two of them chatted over wine while eating, and they were very happy.

Gewen and Zha Haisheng first met at a lecture at China University of Political Science and Law, and although the two have been in contact since then, they have not had a deep friendship. At this time, Govin knew why Zha Haisheng was able to become an outstanding poet.

Zha Haisheng's salary is not low, more than 60 yuan a month, if he can go to work and get off work with peace of mind like everyone else, simply fill the day, and pass the spare time, life will not be too bad. But his life is stretched thin and full of existential crises. In addition to sending some money to his family regularly, most of Cha Haisheng's salary is mainly used to buy books, his pursuit of material things is terrifying, he only needs to fill his belly, even if it is half full, but once he sees a valuable book, he will buy it at any cost, and he doesn't even think about how to spend the rest of his life when he buys a book with this month's salary.

20-year-old Zha Haisheng is a simple big boy. Poetry is the carrier of the blood flow of his life, and he wants to maintain the circulation of blood through the power of poetry. Without poetry, I don't know how his life will last, and books are the nourishment in his blood.

Zha Haisheng's love for poetry moved Govin very much.

In addition to reading and writing poetry, Zha Haisheng also admired the Dutch painter Van Gogh. He called Van Gogh "Thin Brother" and collected a large number of albums of Van Gogh's works.

Van Gogh's paintings induced Zha Haisheng's thinking from time to time, and Van Gogh borrowed from the oriental art to use the expression of the line, and at the same time gave the special power of oil painting color, making his works have a strong shocking power. Such a creative spirit, Zha Haisheng is almost in the same vein. Van Gogh painted with life, and the painting was infused with the color of life, while Zha Haisheng also wrote poems with life, and the poems were also immersed in his soul.

Zha Haisheng's alcohol consumption is very good, and Govine's alcohol consumption was even more exercised when he was a bar singer in his previous life, but in the end, both of them drank high.

Zha Haisheng held the wine bottle and recited the poem "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", which brought him extraordinary kindness and yearning.

After finishing the poem, Zha Haisheng couldn't help but say, took a few sips, and dried up the two pots with three or four taels left.

Seeing this, Gewen laughed and said "refreshing", and then also dried the glass of wine that had just been poured by Zha Haisheng on the table.

The alcohol in the second pot of high temperature flowed down the throat into the stomach, and it was hot and painful. However, the two of them didn't care at all, and they were very excited.

Zha Haisheng put the empty wine bottle in his hand on the table and howled happily: "Comfortable!" ”

Then he turned to look at Gowen, opened his glasses wide and said, "Go...... Govin ...... I feel it now......"

"If you want to pee, you can go by yourself, and I still have to drink." Ge Wen unscrewed the only remaining bottle of Erguo on the table, and poured wine for himself and Zha Haisheng's wine glasses crookedly.

"No, I...... I mean...... I'm inspired now, and I'm going to write poetry......"

"Writing poetry?" Govin shook his head suspiciously, and then he was stunned, his eyes brightened.

He slammed to his feet, and almost overturned the table, and the three empty bottles on the table fell to the ground with a gurgling and unshattered appearance.

"Where's the paper? Where's the paper? Govin staggered to find paper and pen.

"Haha, isn't the paper right there for you!" Zha Haisheng smiled and pointed to the stool next to Gowen.

In addition to poetry, the two had a heated discussion on Van Gogh's paintings, and finally Zha Haisheng took all his collection of Van Gogh's albums out of the bedroom, and placed an empty stool next to the dining table, stacked up in a thick stack, more than half a meter high.

At this moment, Zha Haisheng pointed to the loose-leaf album at the top of this album.

Govyn looked back, "Oh, it's true! ”

With his left hand, he picked up the loose-leaf album and handed it to Zha Haisheng, and with his right hand, he fumbled in his jacket pocket for a while, and took out a gold-plated hero brand fountain pen, which was the one that Ba Lao gave him.

"Quick...... Write ...... quickly"

Zha Haisheng took it, put it on the dining table, and yelled: "Look...... Here it is, here comes the muse! Then he lay down on the table and began to write, and his left elbow knocked over the glass from which Govin had poured the wine.

Gowen staggered behind Cha Haisheng and stuck out his head, wanting to take a closer look at what he had written.

But he was drunk and hazy at the moment, and he couldn't see anything except the bright colors in the album.

So Gowen urged Cha Haisheng a little anxiously, "Hurry up and write...... I'm going to read ...... after I'm done."

Zha Haisheng danced in the blank space of the album, smirking while writing.

The loose-leaf album is a large volume, each page is printed with Van Gogh's artworks, and the pictorial patterns on one page occupy a large amount of space, only the bottom side has a blank space of about seven or eight centimeters.

Zha Haisheng wrote on this seven or eight centimeter blank, and after only a few lines, the first page of the album was full of blanks.

Zha Haisheng was furious, stretched out his hand to brush it, tore off the loose pages of this album, and then threw it on the ground.

Govin laughed, "That's ...... It's refreshing! …… Haisheng, you must be chic...... Certain...... Live happily...... Go down ......"

As he spoke, Govin lowered his head to pick up the loosesheet. As a result, his head was dizzy and his body was weak, so he sat down on the ground with his butt and almost didn't make a mistake.

Govin didn't feel it, sat on the ground and shook his head, reached out to pick up the looset, and looked at it in front of him.

This view is the passage of time.

This is the change of time.

Govyn's eyes were a little moist, and the words in front of him in the hazy haze made him extremely moved-

I want to be a faithful son from afar

and the ephemeral lover of matter

Like all poets who dream as horses

I had to walk on the same path as the martyrs and the clowns

All men will quench the fire, and I alone will lift it high

This fire is a great bloom and falls in the sacred motherland

Like all poets who dream as horses

I used this fire to spend the vast dark night of my life

……

If you were to find a representative poem for the youth of the 80s, which poem do you think it would be?

In his previous life, Govin searched and searched, and what he found was Haizi's other masterpiece "The Motherland (Dream as a Horse)".

In the late eighties and early nineties, an era of innocence ended. The times are at the corner, and the modern age of money in later generations is beginning to arrive, and everyone is in the difficult choice of variety, complexity, philistine, pluralism and uncertainty, and then the whole of China begins to rush towards money......

"I want to be a loyal son from afar / and a transient lover of material things / like all poets who dream as horses / I have to walk on the same path as martyrs and clowns"

"Distance" refers to ideals, and "material" refers to survival. No poet in ancient or modern times has succeeded in writing about material alone. Why?!

On the path of the poet, there are only three people left: the martyr in front, the poet (the people) in the center, and the clown in the back. It outlines the basic characteristics of Chinese society in the mid-to-late 1980s.

In temperament, Haizi is independent and uninhibited, but spiritually he was deeply influenced by the youth of the Beidao generation in the 70s, so the opening of this poem is similar to Beidao's "Answer": it cuts to the theme, in one sentence, and gives an outline of the philosophical summary of the 80s.

The poem is not too long, but it is majestic, imposing, and full of passion, which makes people linger for a long time after reading it. What does the poem say? Perception of the motherland yesterday and present, the idea of innovating the poetic language, the view of history, and the dream of a poet......

A sacrificial song of youth in the 80s. Those born in the sixties entered quasi-adolescence in the eighties. They were suddenly unprecedentedly small in spirit, unprecedentedly swelling in matter, and retreated, trying to grasp those who could not be caught with their left hand, and holding a blazing ideal torch in their right hand...... Haizi's poem is the "swan song of youth" of this generation.

Haizi is very different from other poets, he completes half of the poet with poetry and the other half with life. You can't be born vigorously, you have to die violently, in short, you must complete a "poetry action"!! (These 4 characters are Haizi language)

Typical modern poets, Brodsky in Russia and Beidao in China, were actively involved in the social changes of the 70s. Unlike the Kitajima generation, Haizi in the 80s did not ask questions and give answers, but asked tentatively, leaving a lot of mysterious thoughts. His generation no longer believes in "God-made" history, but is still deeply fascinated by the romance of history, and the magnificent sky is still full of white clouds before "dismantling......

There are many symbols in the poem "Motherland (Dream as Horse)", such as dreams, horses, grains, days, snow-capped mountains, Zhou Tianzi, rice fields, etc., these mysterious symbols are an illustration of the entanglement of youth exploration in the eighties. Haizi's poem has risen to a philosophical level, such as the relationship between poverty and wealth, human confusion, contradictions, etc.

Govin didn't expect to be able to see and read Haizi's "Motherland (Dream as a Horse)" again under such circumstances, which was really emotional.

This poem can be described as the deepest sorrow and sadness of youth in the 80s. Brilliant and decadent spring and white snow. In the 80s, many romantic ideals of youth were completely defeated by the cruelty and "material" of the 90s.

"Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" was written a few months before Haizi's death, but this "Motherland (Dream as a Horse)" is his real posthumous work.

In the 70s of the last century, an American meteorologist named Lorenz explained the theory of air systems and said that the occasional vibration of a butterfly's wings in the Amazon rainforest may cause a tornado in Texas two weeks later. This is known as the "butterfly effect" theory.

The butterfly effect is the idea that very small changes in the initial conditions are amplified and can make a huge difference in their future state. Some small things seem to be small things and inconsequential, but with the passage of time, as the system is amplified, this small thing will eventually become a big thing, and it will eventually change history.

And now, Govin has finally proved this theory right. Originally, there was no more self in the era of its own, and "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", which was supposed to belong to Haizi, became his own work, and "The Motherland (Dream as a Horse)", which was supposed to be written before Haizi was lying on the rails, became the winter of 1984.

So, Haizi, who was supposed to lie on the rails in 1989, won't be committing suicide, right?

Yes, it won't!

The loose pages of the album that floated down from the top of his head still kept falling in front of Gowen, sprinkled and fluttered one after another.

Govin began to sort out the album leaflets one by one, and in addition to Van Gogh's fiery patterns, there was also Zha Haisheng's wanton and enthusiastic brushwork.

That's the love of life and the struggle against fate!

Gowen clearly saw that the verses in front of him were very different from the poems he had read in his previous life. (To be continued.) )