During the Spring Festival in the eighties, there were no extra holidays.

A bicycle passed through the gray BJ City and turned into a simple courtyard in Xiaoguan, a northern suburb of Xiaoguan, with a sign hanging side by side with the sign of "Poetry Magazine Society/BJ Chaoyang District Greening Brigade".

With eight pots of boiling water with his hands and feet, the young editor Tang Xiaodu sat at his desk for a moment, and then sighed and dragged a sack from the corner of the wall.

The sacks were bulging and heavy, filled with submissions sent from all over the country, the same sacks, and there were seven more in the corners.

There is no way, the Poetry Magazine is a banner in the literary world now, if you put it bluntly, it is equivalent to the durian in the fruit world, the Ferrari in the automobile world, and represents the ceiling of modern Chinese poetry.

Alas-

He tore the envelope while reading the manuscripts, looking at them one by one, throwing them one by one, and soon, the manuscripts were piled up under his feet.

"At the age of twenty-two, I crawled out of the swamp of youth like a scarred six-stringed instrument......"

Hmmm-

It's like a beautiful girl suddenly breaking into his eyes, which is a bit interesting, the expression on Tang Xiaodu's face suddenly became vivid, but this poem doesn't even have a title, and he dares to send it here without a title, he is already greeting the author's parents in his heart.

“…… With eyes as bright as bellflowers, you say you like my eyes, wiping my bare loneliness......"

Wow –

Tang Xiaodu's mouth involuntarily uttered a syllable, and his eyes were already looking at ten lines at a glance, "Editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief ......" He got up from his seat at once, but the sack under his feet tripped him, "Editor-in-chief......"

The editor-in-chief, Shao Yanxiang, walked out with a teacup, he was very dissatisfied with the gaffe of this young editor, what kind of place is this, this is the palace of poetry.

"Look at ......" Tang Xiaodu staggered to Shao Yanxiang's side and handed over the manuscript in his hand, "The work, the work, where is the ......?"

Oh –

He has seen a lot of works, Shao Yanxiang took it slowly, saw half of it he put down the teacup suddenly, and then turned to the second page, "Xiao Tang, why is it only half?" ”

Ahh

He was too excited just now, Tang Xiaodu really didn't pay attention, he hurriedly found it on the table, but no, he turned the sack upside down, and still didn't.

Shao Yanxiang stopped talking, and dragged over a sack in the corner, he was now looking forward to the manuscript that the author had sent in two parts, but the entire editorial department had been frantically looking for the whole morning, and it was still half of the poem that had been written.

Their group of literati engaged in literature made such a big move, which alarmed the people of the greening brigade.

There was no choice but to pass on the poems that were half written to each other.

"Bellflower-like eyes, notes that have been let down,...... The station that no longer misses the appointment, this is the impulse and yearning that youth cannot tell! A middle-aged editor couldn't help but praise half of it, "a little melancholy, but vaguely brisk......"

"The smooth melody, the artistic conception of the hazy poem, very beautiful, very peaceful, as if telling in the moonlight......" a female editor's face blushed slightly, "This is obviously a love poem, I wonder, what kind of lover can make a poet write such a moving poem!" ”

"The language is beautiful, and there is an intoxicating artistic conception, slightly gray but sincere......" Shao Yanxiang paced excitedly in the editorial office, "This is definitely the best poem of the year, there is no ......"

Oh, although everyone is fanatical, but they also know the calendar, and now the Spring Festival has just passed, and the Lantern Festival has not yet passed, so why is it this year.

"Who is the author?" Everyone was excited for a while, and then they remembered that they didn't know the author's honorific name.

However, the letter was not signed...... "Well, the letterhead is the Department of Mathematics of Soochow University, so, Xiao Tang, you go to Suzhou immediately, you must find this author, and you must let him write the second half," Shao Yanxiang couldn't wait, and he didn't care that the Lantern Festival was about to be celebrated, "You must find him, and ...... at any cost"

Tang Xiaodu did not hesitate, and immediately bought a train ticket and left for Suzhou.

To his surprise, the person who sent the letter was easy to find, a lecturer in the Department of Mathematics of Soochow University, but he was very frank that he sent the poem, but he did not write it, but it was recorded by chance when they held a poetry meeting.

Some of them also wanted to sign their names, but Comrade Lecturer believed that this was irresponsible for the times.

This hat is too big, but Tang Xiaodu understands, "So where is the poet and who is he?" ”

Well, Comrade Lecturer has no choice, and he doesn't know anyone who recites casually.

"I'll go and I'll go to your lion grove." Tang Xiaodu was determined to wait for the rabbit.

But after waiting for a week, no one saw it and didn't say anything, and Editor-in-Chief Shao was in a hurry.

"Fat!" Shao Yanxiang can't wait, such a poem, if you don't let the poetry and literary circles see it, then you are irresponsible to this era.

"That's it?" Tang Xiaodu, who returned to BJ, asked questions.

"Just this half," Shao Yanxiang was full of ambition, "this half of the period is enough to laugh at the poetry world...... Editor's note, I'll add it myself. ”

Okay, Tang Xiaodu's heart is sour, this half of the poem is only 400 words, and the editor's note of Chief Shao has added more than 500 words!

It's worth it!

……

In 1986, the turbulent tide of literature on the land of China was surging, and the scene, momentum, spirit, and essence were ...... There is no era to match.

On that April night, there were no stars or moon...... There were no stars, no moon, and that night was normal...... I exchanged the swamp experience for your past story...... No one can forget that the swamp is so muddy and the story is so sad......

The poetry magazine was first published, reprinted by China Youth Daily, newspapers and magazines all over the country followed up one after another, the radio station was not willing to be lonely, and the recitation of poems with music resounded through the streets and alleys.

At this time, Tang Qin was in BJ, and as soon as he walked out of the train station, he saw a pair of young men and women reverently reciting the station at dusk,......

Oh, Tang Qin smiled.

For young people, this is a bowl of chicken soup for love, but the chicken soup of this era, there is still chicken in the soup, unlike the chicken soup of later generations, there is only chicken essence in the soup.

……

After the Spring Festival, Zhu Lin also came to BJ, and today at the BJ TV Art Center, she met with screenwriter Han Jingting and Zheng Xiaolong, deputy director of the center, because she was questioned by some people in the crew because she was asked to play Jiang Man, after all, it is very unreliable to let a tender daughter country king play the head nurse of the battlefield.

"Mr. Han, I think I am fully qualified for this role." Zhu Lin did not flinch, "Every actor has a seed in his heart, in fact, it is where the role overlaps with ourselves, and to be more specific, it is a certain characteristic of the two that coincides......"

"I was a soldier in the BJ Communication Art Troupe, I am very familiar with the military camp, I graduated from the Chinese Academy of Medical Sciences, and I have the same medical background as the heroine Jiang Man......"

These are all my seeds, find one that is similar to the character and amplify it, and it becomes a character......

These were Tang Qin's words, and Zhu Lin felt that the seed was getting bigger and bigger in his body.

Well, Han Jingting nodded, and Zhu Lin's eyebrows were also stubborn, very similar to Jiang Man.

"Then it's decided," You Xiaogang is very optimistic about Zhu Lin, but he just graduated from BJ Film Academy this year, and he doesn't have much say in the center, "Hey, what about Feng Xiaogang, where is this grandson?" ”

Feng Xiaogang is the artist of the center, and he is also one of the two artists of this TV series, and he entered the center because of Zheng Xiaolong's relationship, "He, didn't he dream again last night, Mr. Han, Xiao Zhu, you don't know, his dream is to build a big cannon tower on the side of the road, collect tolls, and then the flower girl will pull him in......"

Zheng Xiaolong relieved Feng Xiaogang in a few words, and also enlivened the atmosphere, and when Feng Xiaogang pushed the door in, he was polite, "Why are you going, Teacher Han and Xiaozhu have been waiting for you for a long time......"

"Hey," Feng Xiaogang snorted his big teeth, first greeted Han Jingting and Zhu Lin, and then took the army green satchel on his shoulder in his hand, "Dude is late, but buddy is really moved today, you don't know, now there is a popular poem in BJ City, only half, but it is popular......"

"At the age of twenty-two, I crawled out of the swamp of youth like a scarred six-stringed instrument......"

Zhu Lin looked ignorant at first, but when she saw him reciting seriously with two big teeth, she laughed out loud.