"It's not a martial arts novel, is it?"

Hearing Li Feiyang say that this book is not a martial arts novel, Xie Fuzhi didn't want to read it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He has a flying temperament, and he doesn't like some purely literary novels very much. I think those so-called literary novels are too brain-consuming to watch, although they are not strenuous, but they rarely have the pleasure of reading.

However, as Li Feiyang's loyal younger brother, he must know Li Feiyang's works well, since this work is written by the boss, he has to read it, otherwise, if he talks about the boss's work with others, if he can't tell the fragments, it will be a bit too much.

He opened the first page, read it slowly, and disagreed with the first-person description in it: "Boss, let's use the tone of 'my grandfather', 'my grandma', 'my father' to introduce the protagonist in the book, isn't this kind of writing a bit not good, I read it, I feel a little uncomfortable?" It's as if my family is the protagonist in it, and it's hard for me to feel involved. ”

Li Feiyang said: "How many pages have you read?" You can talk about it after reading it, and after reading it, tell me how you feel. ”

They were in a gazebo in a small garden of the school at this time.

The breeze blows, and the fragrance of flowers hits people.

This pavilion in the flower is a good place to read.

Li Feiyang let the manuscript of the book, and Xie Fuzhi read it, that is, he asked Xie Fuzhi to give his opinion and let him say some opinions on the book. Then, he would show Zhao Chunjiang, Mark, Li Dongsheng, and a few good classmates, he would read them and listen to everyone's opinions.

Li Feiyang's practice is known to Xie Fu, this is Li Feiyang's habit, he usually will first let everyone read his works first, and then ask everyone about their reading feelings and understanding of some things in the book, he will revise it and then publish it separately.

Xie Fuzhi was a little slow to read, Li Feiyang saw that he was slowly reading in, and he was slowly fascinated, and he didn't even hear the class bell ringing.

Li Feiyang kicked him: "It's class!" Let's go back to class! ”

Shef's confusion raised his head in a daze: "Class?" Oh oh oh, I need to hurry back to the classroom, boss, I'll go first! ”

He got up with the manuscript in his hand, walked out of the gazebo, walked without stopping, and walked to the classroom. As I walked, I looked down at the manuscript in my hand from time to time.

Seeing Xie Fuzhi's attitude, Li Feiyang was relieved and knew that there should be no big problem with this book.

Li Feiyang himself is aware of the influence of the book "Red Sorghum".

Back then, when Mo Yan wrote this work, it really shocked many people in that era.

This work, strictly speaking, is not very delicate and detailed, it is a bit rough or rough.

When you open this book, you will be greeted by a strong atmosphere of wildness unique to the countryside.

What he describes is also a kind of primitive wildness and vitality that belongs to man, plus a little contrast between human beast and human nature.

After reading this book, the shock to people's hearts is very great.

After Li Feiyang watched this "Red Sorghum" in his previous life, he couldn't calm down for a long time. In addition to the regret of the heroine's death, all that remains is anger and hatred for the atrocities of the Japanese army.

In particular, the description of the scene where the Arhat was skinned in public, the bloody and poignant scenes, the cowardly and timid people, and the submissive small peasant mentality, all make it difficult for people to let go.

In the previous life, the reason why Li Feiyang was repeatedly challenged by Japanese warriors, and finally died of injuries, a large part of it was because after watching this work, he was enthusiastic, and after the martial arts were successful, he rushed to Japan alone and killed many Japanese martial arts masters, which caused the anger of the Japanese martial arts people.

Although Li Feiyang finally killed them all on the spot, he was injured and died because of this.

In a sense, this book has become a memory of an era.

Anyone who saw this book for the first time in that era was moved.

The primitive wild beauty, rugged beauty, magical beauty and a little sensual description in the book are just right to give this book infinite tension and vitality.

In his previous life, Li Feiyang has always believed that some post-90s, post-00s, and even some post-80s brain-dead star-chasers and some complaining clans need to read this book, know the suffering and struggle of their ancestors, and understand the cruelty and madness of decades ago, so that they can have a little self-esteem and self-love, a little more respect for martyrs and heroes, a little more sober and objective understanding of real life, and a little more backbone and blood.

Li Feiyang's world today, just like Li Yunlong said, is a little wrong with social propaganda!

In the society in which Li Feiyang lived in his previous life, due to the policy tilt in some aspects, only grasping the economy and not the spirit, or in other words, the economy and society, money opens the way, everything is measured by money, moral corruption is exhausted, everyone does not trust each other, social credibility has become shit, officials are full of excrement, negative energy envelops the whole of China, and Chinese traditional culture is on the verge of collapse and extinction.

Today's Great Han Kingdom has such signs.

This is just the beginning of reform and opening up, and money worship has already become popular.

Some Western garbage concepts and dross theories have a tendency to spread and become popular.

What money comes first, the two sexes are open, what is Western democracy, but the Han State is autocratic. Rhetoric advocating Western money hedonism is starting to pop up.

Some brain-disabled people feel that the moon in foreign countries is also rounder than in China, so the fever of going abroad has begun to rise, and people with access in major cities have gone abroad to gild, which is called going abroad for further study.

If it is allowed to develop like this, it will inevitably go down the same path as Li Feiyang's previous life, at that time, people's traditional beautiful things have been scattered and scattered by the impact of money, and they will not become what they are, and it will not be an ordinary difficulty to establish them from scratch!

However, Li Feiyang is now just an ordinary middle school student, and he is just a writer, and he still has to hang a "small" word.

What he can do now is to carefully mention to the central authorities the problems that need to be paid attention to in the reform and the seriousness of the problems after they erupt, as well as some ways to avoid or reduce the occurrence of these problems.

But that's about it.

Mark's son, Ma Xingguo, has already greeted Li Feiyang, and during the summer vacation, someone will pick him up and Mark and Zhao Chunjiang to go to Beijing for questioning and let him get ready.

But this is a matter for the future, and when the time comes, answer it as you wish.

What I can do now is to publish more written works with positive energy, so that I can play a little awakening role in today's impetuous society.

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Huang Zhengnong is attending a literary symposium attended by many well-known writers in China, and Huang Zhengnong is just coming to see it as an editor of a book club.

The theme of the conference is how to let more young people who love literature really go to the road of literary creation, and how to make young writers pay more attention to local literature.

After the meeting, it was a chatter among some writers, and some old writers were a little worried about today's literary youth, saying that now is the era of peace, and if some people want to write some descriptions of war and suffering, they will only become more and more superficial, because they have not experienced these scenes, have no life feelings, and there will be no shocking works of the times at all.

If there is less experience, there will be less thoughts and feelings, which will be reflected in literature, that is, the work has no vitality, is dry, tastes the same as chewing wax, and it is difficult to have a wonderful space.

The old writers don't quite recognize the strength of today's young writers.

Some of the young writers who attended the conference were a little upset when they heard the conversations of these old writers.

But if you want to respect the elderly, you have to respect the seniors, and if you are not convinced, you can talk to a few brothers in private, and there is no need to deal with them face to face.

Old guys, when you're old, you can't help but talk a lot, let them just talk.

Huang Zhengnong is a junior figure among these people, and there are some old writers and old-timers around him, and sometimes the service staff is a little too busy, so he helps to serve tea and water to some old people around him.

He naturally heard the conversations of these old people clearly, and he was a little unconvinced, but he was the editor-in-chief of "Legend of Martial Arts", a character who belonged to the category of folk wild literature, although the magazine was very popular, and the general public liked it very much, but in the eyes of the people, the author of the martial arts novel could not be called a writer at all, and even the literati were not qualified, and Huang Zhengnong, as the editor of the martial arts story, naturally would not have any status in their eyes.

Although his old man Huang Shichang is highly respected, he is a real master of Chinese studies and a literary genius, but he is only his son, and he has no strength as a son, so he still can't get the respect of everyone present.

When several old people around him talked about the topic of the younger generations in today's literary world, one person pointed to Huang Zhengnong and said: "Look at Xiao Huang, his father Mr. Huang Shichang, a great old-timer, a generation of masters of Chinese studies, I didn't expect that he, who was a son, only learned the playful nature of Mr. Huang, but did not learn the knowledge of Mr. Huang." Although he has a good brain and excellent writing, I don't know what he thinks, he doesn't want to be the editor of a good orthodox literature, he has to be the editor-in-chief of some martial arts story, and he is really sad! ”

The old man who said this was an old writer in Kyoto, who often visited Huang Shichang and was very familiar with Huang Zhengnong, because Huang Zhengnong resigned from his original position in "Youth Literature" and went to the "Legend of Wulin" magazine as the editor-in-chief, Huang Zhengnong was not less taught by him.

This old writer likes to sell the old with the old, and often oppresses people with his seniority, and many young literary workers have been taught by him, which is very annoying to young writers.

He is old and old, and when he speaks, you can only listen, and if you refute it a little, he will say that you are proud and complacent, and you can't listen to the old man's advice.

If he was taught a lesson by him in normal times, it would be okay, but at the conference of so many people, Huang Zhengnong was a little unable to get off the stage when the old man said so in public.

Huang Zhengnong said: "Mr. Wang, although I am not talented and have little knowledge, I don't agree with what you said just now. ”

Mr. Wang, named Wang Shiyou, is a veteran writer, and in the writers' circle, he is a very prestigious person, and he has a somewhat domineering and domineering character.

Seeing that Huang Zhengnong, a junior who served tea and poured water, dared to disagree with his statement, he was a little unhappy, "Xiao Huang, do you have any opinions?" ”

Huang Zhengnong said: "Several teachers said that there are no excellent authors in our Great Han Kingdom in the future, I don't agree with it!" ”

Wang Shiyou said: "Who do you think can be worthy of the word 'excellent'?" ”

Huang Zhengnong said: "Among the characters of my generation, if there is a high level of writing, several teachers basically recognize it, so I won't talk about it." However, I do not agree with your statement that literary authors in the future will only get worse and worse. I have a friend who just started high school and once gave me a few articles for me to publish for him, and now I have helped him publish four articles in "Youth Literature", all of which are short stories, all of them are masterpieces, and they can even be called masterpieces! My little friend, who is about the same age as my son, can have such a performance at a young age, it can be seen that the worries of several teachers are really redundant, and future generations may not be better than their predecessors! ”