Speaking of the literary scene of the Republic of China, there are two groups that must be mentioned: one is the Literary Research Association, and the other is the Left-wing Writers' Union. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

About five years ago, the Vernacular Literary Movement was in full swing, and there were endless debates between the new and old schools, and there were many conflicts within the new school, so the Literary Research Society came into being.

The initiators had great ambitions, and they wanted to build the Literary Research Society into a Chinese writers' union. After years of development, the members include Zheng Zhenduo, Mao Dun, Ye Shengtao, Xu Dishan, Zhou Zuoren, Bingxin, Zhu Ziqing, Lao She and many other well-known writers, all over China.

It can be said that the Literary Research Society is the most authoritative and largest group of Chinese writers at present, and its organ publication is "Novel Monthly".

Ordinary people are not qualified to join, Zhou Hexuan smiled bitterly: "Mr. Xu, my "Legend of the Condor Heroes" should belong to the old school of literature. Your literary research society, which is the base camp of new writers, actually agreed to me to join? ”

Xu Zhimo was stunned: ""The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was written by Mr. Zhou? ”

"You don't know?" Zhou Hexuan was also surprised.

Xu Zhimo shook his head and said with a smile: "I invited Mr. Zhou to join the club because of the series of articles on "The Rise of a Great Power". The members of our literary research group are not only novelists, but also poets, scholars, playwrights, and so on. ”

"Well, I made a mistake, I agreed to join." Zhou Hexuan doesn't care about this.

"That's great," Xu Zhimo was very happy to complete the entrusted task, and said, "Mr. Zhou, your writing is good, why bother to create a popular novel like "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", it is better to write one or two new school literature and submit it to the "Novel Monthly" for publication." ”

"It depends, I'm really not good at serious literature." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.

Xu Zhimo also wrote novels, but he prefers poetry, and quickly turned the topic to this: "Does Mr. Zhou have any research on new poetry? ”

Zhou Hexuan was also untimid in the face of the great poet: "I have written one or two poems." ”

Xu Zhimo said: "I am now the editor-in-chief of the supplement of the "Morning Post", "Poetry Engraving", and if Mr. Zhou has published any poetry works, he can send them to me. ”

Zhou Hexuan is a man who wants to be a great writer, so he naturally wants to write a few poems and pretend to be forced, and immediately said: "I happen to have a few old works, which I wrote when I traveled to the West, and I asked Mr. Xu to help me straighten the axe." ”

After taking the manuscript paper on the table, Zhou Hexuan began to write, and a modern poem with beautiful writing was born.

Xu Zhimo looked at the simplified Chinese characters that were missing two catties, and he was not too surprised. Four years ago, Qian Xuantong was working on simplifying characters, and three years ago Hu Shi called for simplifying Chinese characters, and now many scholars are studying this work.

Xu Zhimo picked up the manuscript of the poem and read it softly:

"You see, or you don't see me

I was right there

Not sad or happy

You read me, or you don't read me

The love is there

Don't come and go

You love, or don't love me

The love is there

Neither increase nor decrease

You follow, or you don't

My hand is in your hand

Don't give up

Come into my arms

or

Let me dwell in your heart

Silently in love

Silence likes. “

It was "Seeing and Not Seeing", which was widely circulated on the Internet in later generations, and also pretended to be the name of Tsangyang Gyatso, which attracted countless petty bourgeois youths. In fact, this poem has nothing to do with Cangyang Gyatso, it is all poisonous chicken soup made by "Reader". By the way, the poem "The Furthest Distance in the World" is also "The Reader" with a rhythm and lives on Tagore.

Xu Zhimo finished reading the poem, pondered the charm of it, and praised it: "Good poem!" is unpretentious and affectionate, and I can't imagine that Mr. Zhou is also a person of affection and sex. ”

If you want to pretend to be forced, you have to pretend to be in place, how can Zhou Hexuan forget Gu Cheng? Immediately, he wrote "A Generation" on manuscript paper.

He only copied the first two sentences, and discarded them all. When Xu Zhimo saw those two poems, he was even more shocked than just now, and kept muttering to himself: "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light." A generation, a generation! Just these two sentences are better than 10,000 gold, and my trip to Tianjin is worth it. ”

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said nothing, this is what he wants.

Xu Zhimo suddenly stood up, grabbed Zhou Hexuan's hand and said, "Mr. Zhou, why don't you join the Crescent Moon Society too." We have a lot of like-minded friends in our society, all of whom have great enthusiasm and passion for new poetry. Mr. Wen Yiduo must have been very happy to see your song "Generation". ”

Lao Tzu doesn't do it! Don't be so affectionate, okay.

"It's an honor to be invited." Zhou Hexuan smiled and pulled his hand back, he had no aversion to joining a literary group. Since ancient times, literati have been inferior to each other, but literati have also touted each other, and their reputations are all blown out, and the more groups they join, the more famous writers they know, and the greater their fame.

"Great, the Crescent Society has added another capable leader!" Xu Zhimo was so excited that he danced.

Zhou Hexuan felt that the person in front of him was too childish, his joy, anger and sorrow were all expressed on his face, and he was so excited when he encountered a little happy thing. As for it?

Perhaps, only people with this kind of character can write so many good poems that will be passed down to future generations.

Xu Zhimo cherished the two poems very carefully, and even changed the title, and said: "He Xuan, these two poems of yours will be published in the next issue of "Poetry Engraving". By the way," he said, he took out another 10 yuan, "This is your remuneration, 5 yuan per poem, the highest standard of "Poetry Engraving". ”

"Then I'll be disrespectful." Zhou Hexuan took the money, the more this thing, the better.

Xu Zhimo was about to pull Zhou Hexuan's hand again, but Zhou Hexuan avoided him, and he smiled awkwardly: "Hexuan, it's almost evening, I'll invite you to dinner." I read two good poems today, and I should celebrate! ”

"When I'm done with my work first, come to my house for dinner in the evening," Zhou Hexuan asked, "By the way, do you have a place to live in Tianjin?" ”

Xu Zhimo said: "I live in an inn. ”

"I happen to have a guest room at home, so if you don't mind, you can come and rest with me." Zhou Hexuan said.

Xu Zhimo said: "That's right, you can have a long talk with Brother Zhou tonight." ”

Zhou Hexuan sweated wildly, why did Lao Xu's words become more and more basic the more he listened?

Ignoring the easily excited child, Zhou Hexuan sat down and continued to work. He is responsible for compiling Chinese textbooks for Hope Primary School, and by the way, he also packs his own personal goods, with the focus on patriotic education.

For example, the first lesson of the first grade of primary school is: "I am Chinese, I was born in a great country, and I am determined to study for the rise of China." ”

It is difficult to compile a primary school textbook because it has to be taken into account the child's level of acceptance. In the three sentences just now, "one", "one", "standing", "in", and "and" belong to the new words that need to be learned, and the others do not need to be mastered, as long as the whole sentence is memorized by rote.

Of course, not all texts were written by Zhou Hexuan. He found seven or eight editions of primary school textbooks from all over China, and selected everything he thought was reasonable and appropriate.

Zhou Hexuan wanted to promote pinyin, but unfortunately this work had to rely on the government, and it was difficult for civil society to do it.

That night, Xu Zhimo chatted with Zhou Hexuan with great interest, talking about literature and poetry and foreign experiences.

Who is Zhou Hexuan? When you see people, you talk about people, and when you see ghosts, you talk nonsense.

As soon as he talked freely, Xu Zhimo seemed to have met a confidant. He found that many of Zhou Hexuan's concepts were the same as his own, and he was reluctant to go to the guest room to rest in the middle of the night, sleeping on Zhou Hexuan's bed and continuing to talk nonsense, chatting about happiness and liking to hold hands, which disgusted Zhou Hexuan.