"Music Fan Janko" is a masterpiece of short stories by the Polish writer Sienkiewicz in his previous life, showing the life pursuit of a poor child, full of deep sympathy and humanitarian care.

Xiankević is Ye Li's favorite writer, this writer is not only the most brilliant model writer in the history of Polish literature, but even won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1905 with the historical novel "Where Are You Going", defeating Tolstoy, the national soul of Russia.

And the Swedish jury even considered that his novel opened up the Synikevich era in literary history.

And this music fan Yang Ke, if Ye Li remembers correctly, there is an abbreviated version of such an article in his primary school textbook.

Ye Li mixed the story into his own narrative and slowly wrote it.

He wrote that after Yang Ke was born, he was dying, and lived to be ten years old. And the mother, although she loved her child very much, often beat him.

Yang Ke liked to listen to music, and often took a basket to pick wild fruits, but did nothing but listen to the sounds of the forest, and when she returned, she was beaten with a wooden spoon and cried.

Writing this, Ye Li paused at the tip of his pen and looked out the window.

A gust of cold wind came in from outside the window and hit Ye Li's arm, the spring cold was steep, and Ye Li's hand shook a few times.

Outside the window, there are still some yellow leaves flying, I don't know where they are, lost, and on the empty branches, there is nothing.

Ye Li remembered that in his previous life, he had tried countless times, but he did not succeed, and even his relatives did not agree with him, thinking that he could not become a great tool.

Even in this life, his own growth has suffered such a setback, he once thought that he could help his father get ahead, but the other party wanted to let his novel die!

Ye Li has a huge liliang hidden in his heart.

He continued to write.

He writes that Janko went to work at a landlord's house, and when he had free time, he made a violin out of thin planks and ponytails, which could only make a sound as light as flies and mosquitoes.

And in the days when he was in the prime of life, he almost starved to death, because he often had to live by eating raw carrots and possessing a violin......

Writing this, Ye Li raised his head.

Li Zhuyue is no longer there, and I don't know where he went.

And Xue Ting's worried eyes became thicker and thicker.

There were some whispering voices around: "I didn't expect him to publish a column in the newspaper!" ”

"But it's hard to write an article on an improvised basis, right? I read his articles in the newspaper, I need to use a lot of information, and I can write slowly, if I write this on the spot, I'm afraid that it will be a big failure, right? ”

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Ye Li's mouth.

Written in an almost historical style, the novel unleashes the child's unique sensitivity to music without any external premise.

No matter how difficult the conditions are and how barren the family life is, Xiao Yangke can also give birth to his own unique ideals in life, and isn't this just like himself?

No wonder I feel that some people look at me with a hint of pity and a hint of doubt in their eyes today, just as Yang Ke is questioned. It turns out that his novel has been blocked!

But even if the world questions it again, I still have to grow!

Ye Li's hand was faster, and the following article was condensed and condensed by him, and it was written in his heart.

He writes that the servants of the manor had a violin, and that Yanko often crawls in the burdock in order to have a good look at the violin.

One night, there was no one in the dining room, and Janko's inner desire was stretched to the limit.

Then Janko approached the violin step by step, for he heard burdock whispering, "Go, Janko!" There was no one in the dining room. Go ahead, Yanko! ”

Then, after Yang Ke accidentally touched the strings, he was caught as a thief and beaten miserably.

When the child was beaten, he wrote, "Mom! Mom" screamed, but it got lower and lower, until he couldn't make a sound anymore, Ye Li felt his heart almost explode.

The child's longing ambivalence was so realistic that he couldn't breathe.

And it is precisely the feeling that he is suppressed by the world, suppressed by the Cultural Censorship, and cannot breathe.

He struggled desperately, but the relentless whipping was still hitting his body.

Unwilling?

Ye Li noticed that Li Zhuyue had brought a teacher to the neighborhood at this moment, arguing with each other, and occasionally looking at him, and the teacher had been looking at the watch in his hand.

This little Nobel Prize in Literature has already set a time for haode, and those judges seem to have arrived at the literary club at this moment and began to read the articles.

These writers have already made a name for themselves, but they are still doing their part for this little Nobel Prize in Literature, so even they can't give others privileges.

I'm afraid time is running out, right?

Just, so what?

I want to write stories like this to resonate with others and make them cry out.

The Cultural Review Office calls for not writing works that deviate from the main cultural theme in order to attract attention, which is a contempt for classical Chinese works.

So, what is the main theme of culture? Is it a classical style that sticks to stereotypes?

True literature has always kept pace with the times and progressed together with society. As long as it can arouse the cry of other people's inner thoughts, this is literature, as long as it writes works that are truly emotional, it is literature, and weishenme wants to limit its style, limit its way?

Is it the same as the ancient cultural imprisonment and the ancient **?

So Ye Li chose this article and chose this Westernized writing, he wanted to use this article to prove that he was not wrong.

Ye Li's eyes seemed to see in the distance, those people from the Cultural Review Department, smiled hideously, and cut their articles into pieces with a knife!

"I want them to know that my literary liliang, like this Yang Ke's liliang, will not give in even if it is grinded to death!"

At this moment, time is getting faster and closer, and it is getting closer and closer to the bell of the end of class.

In the distance, there seemed to be Xue Ting's worries, Leng Meiren's worries, and Li Zhuyue was constantly arguing with the teacher.

Ye Li felt that Liliang began to surge, his hand speed was faster, and then he wrote down the most moving part of the article.

He writes that even when Janko was dying, he asked his mother if God would give him a violin.

He wrote about the grief that erupted in his mother's sturdy chest when Janko died, and she lay on the box and wept like crazy.

He writes that the landlord and his wife have returned and praised their country as a nation of artists, and that those who are talented can be protected and found in good fortune.

Then he wrote a sentence zuihou: "The poplar tree rings on the grave of the poplar family......"

When he wrote this, Ye Li wrote "The full text is finished", and then he glanced at his manuscript again, and suddenly felt a little moved.

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