It's really hard to get used to without a computer.

Govin put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his sour neck, and stretched. Time flies quickly, a week has passed in a blink of an eye, and the discussion with poetry lovers at Fudan University a week ago seems to be still vivid, and at the end of that day, many people recited their own poems, and the dialect tone of Tiannan and Haibei made everyone seem very excited. It even attracted a lot of students passing by, but unfortunately it was a boys' dormitory, and NV students couldn't enter, otherwise it would be even more lively.

According to Li Changzheng's later account, the sudden discussion was arguably the most brilliant and successful poetry event in the history of Fudan University, which made many students who were still in class regret it. Even this grand event has spread through people's word of mouth and spread throughout the poetry circles of major universities in Shanghai.

Li Changzheng also said that they are currently sorting out various notes and related memories at that time, and plan to find a cylinder mimeograph machine to publish an official mimeographed magazine. They had decided to write in the most conspicuous position on the cover of the mimeographed magazine Gowen's judgment, the great netbsp of the poetry movement; Hearing Li Changzheng's praise, Ge Wen's heart was not without pride, but it also made him feel a pressure, he can't always rely on plagiarism to prove his ability, if he doesn't have his own ideas and his own thinking, then one day he will make a fool of himself.

So this week, in addition to going to work in the editorial department, Govin has been quietly writing and reading books at home to enrich himself.

It's just that......

Looking at the manuscript paper with only a few hundred words on the desk, Ge Wen couldn't help but smile bitterly, it seems that writers are not so easy to do.

Since you don't have any thoughts all of a sudden, it's better to go out for a walk, and it's not a matter to stay at home all the time. With this in mind, Govin stood up and collected the manuscript on the table, and went out.

The weather in the middle of summer is a bit muggy, but fortunately, the plane trees on both sides of the road hold up huge yīn shadows, giving passers-by a little coolness.

Govin couldn't think of where to go out for a while, so he followed the path in the direction of Fudan University, but this was because the house rented by Lin Yiming was not far from Fudan University.

Because it was class time, the whole campus seemed a little empty, which was exactly what Govin thought. He stopped in front of the public newspaper section in front of the main school building, and carefully studied the news of various newspapers in the glass window. Not far from him, a middle-aged man noticed someone, turned his head sideways to look at Gowen, and gave a strange look, and then watched the news intently.

In the early 80s, people's thirst for information and knowledge was brought out with the reform and opening up, and reading newspapers gradually became a part of the cultural pastime. But at this time, the price of a newspaper subscription is still a small expense for most families. In contrast, it is more economical to read the newspaper in the public newspaper column, and when you see the excitement, you can also talk to the "newspaper friends". As a result, newspaper-reading columns have been set up at the entrance of cultural units in various places, public places, and on both sides of the road, so that many citizens will stop to read on their way off work or walking by.

The newspaper reading column in front of the main teaching building of Fudan University is the same, where teachers and students gather every day to read the latest news and information. It's just that it's class time at this time, and the usually crowded appearance is only two people at this moment: Govin and the middle-aged man next to him.

A letter from a reader of the Shanghai Daily in the window caught Gowen's attention: the letters from the readers of the Shanghai Daily in this issue were all about a newsletter published in the Xi'an Daily a few days ago.

A few days ago, Gewen had seen the Xi'an Daily newsletter in the editorial office of Harvest, which told the story of a college student at a military medical university in China who was killed in rescuing a man who had fallen into a manure pit, and that the old farmer who had been rescued by the college student had also died of suffocation for too long. The university where the college student worked made a decision to posthumously give him a first-class meritorious service, approved him as a revolutionary martyr, awarded the title of outstanding **, and his ashes were placed in the revolutionary martyrs' cemetery.

The letters from readers selected by Shanghai Daily are divided into two views: pros and cons, and debate around "whether this college student's death is worth it". Agreeers say that the jīng god of this college student is worth learning from all, and that he is a role model for contemporary college students; Opponents argue that it takes more national resources to train a college student than to train a peasant, and that in terms of social value, a college student should make a greater contribution to society than an old peasant, so it is not worth it for the college student to die to save the old peasant. The positive and negative views are in full swing. In the end, the Shanghai Daily published a long newsletter "How Beautiful His Soul Is" in an official manner: depicting the various things of this college student with sensational brushstrokes to express his heroic, enthusiastic, determined, and optimistic jīng god, and then turned to call on young people across the country to learn from this college student.

Seeing the words "**", "dedication", "inevitable", and "historical edification" immediately after the name of this college student in the newsletter, Govin couldn't help but shake his head.

"Classmate, do you shake your head and disagree with the newsletter of the Shanghai Daily, and think that this college student is not worth saving the manure digger?" At some point, the middle-aged man not far away walked up to Gowen's side, his eyes also staring at the news that the college student had died saving the old farmer.

Gewen glanced at the middle-aged man next to him who was still staring at the newspaper reading column, this should be a newspaper reading column burner who likes to express his own opinions.

He shook his head and said, "No, I just think this report is a bit too superficial." ”

"Superficial?" The middle-aged man's gaze finally withdrew from the newspaper reading column, and he stared at Govyn strangely and asked, "Why do you think so?" ”

Govyn nodded and said, "Yes, it's superficial. In other words, I don't even bother to discuss whether this college student's death is worth it or not, because it's just something that a moral and conscientious person would do. In fact, this is just a question of 'personal life value', the value of life never lies in the equivalence, the value of life lies in life itself, he does not distinguish between high and low, regardless of three, six, nine and so on. So it's problematic to come up with the question of 'is worth it' and discuss it! ”

Govine's mind came to mind an American movie he had seen in later life - "Saving Private Ryan". Then he pointed to the long newsletter of the Shanghai Daily, and continued: "And this newsletter only praises the noble character of college students in saving old farmers, and then calls on everyone to learn from him." Such a tendency to propagandize is problematic in itself and is contrary to the god of humanism! Something deeper is not grasped at all. ”

"The value of one's life?" The middle-aged man looked at the confident young man standing in front of him in disbelief, and set off a set of heavenly giants in his heart: the words of the young man in front of him opened up the limitations of his thinking and made him stand on a higher angle to look at the college student's rescue incident. If it is not worth it for college students to save the old man who digs dung, then what about the other way around? If an old man digging for dung sees a college student fall into a manure pit, does he have good reason to fold his arms and gloat? …… The whole press was unaware of the fact that this young man had clearly put forward the new concept of "the value of personal life......

For a while, the middle-aged man savored Gowen's statement and became demented.