Can't eat enough, can't wear warm clothes, lives in a dilapidated thatched hut, and works in the dark, this is the scene of Jiang Yulou's creation that Chen Bingqing can think of in his heart.

Compared with the citizen class in the city, the Jiang family lived too hard in the countryside. In such a difficult environment, he can write novels that are enough to be published in literary magazines in Beijing, and he can write love poems that are popular among literary youth, and all kinds of performances are enough to become a model for contemporary youth.

Thinking of this, her heart melted.

"Record it truthfully." Nie Xin whispered.

Chen Bingqing nodded, Jiang Yulou's indomitable quality, of course, should be seen by the people of the whole country.

After calming down, Nie Xin asked with a smile, "Do you know how much trouble your two poems have caused in the country." ”

Jiang Yulou nodded shyly, "I probably know a little." ”

"Haha, you young man is amazing, there is no literary youth who have written two poems in the country who don't know, lesbians love your poems so much, and some people compare you to the king of love poems." Nie Xin didn't sell Guan Zi either, and told him the answer directly.

Jiang Yulou didn't know that there was such a title, so he hurriedly shook his head and refused: "It's too famous, I just wrote two poems, and I luckily got everyone's like, the hat of the king of love poetry is too big, I can't wear it." ”

"Comrade Jiang, how did you write your love poems so affectionately and infectiously?" Chen Bingqing couldn't help but ask.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Yulou replied seriously: "It should be attentive." ”

Then he explained in detail: "More often than not, I write love poems and integrate that love into my life. ”

"Love, the weight of the two words is very heavy, it represents responsibility and responsibility, if you have no responsibility, no responsibility, do not desecrate love. Many people like to say I love you and feel that they are very affectionate, in fact, love is not just talking, it represents more of an attitude towards life, only truly affectionate people can experience love. ”

"If a person meets a beloved, he must be brave to confess and must cherish it, only in this way will love lasts forever."

"Ah, is that so!"

Recalling the confession of male classmates to her during college, as well as the courtship of colleagues at work, Chen Bingqing felt that she had comprehended the true meaning of love.

She looked at Jiang Yulou with a complicated expression, obviously just a little boy, but she knew more about love than many adults.

Nie Xin thought differently.

Just know how to love, and experience love, you can write poetry, and write so well?

If that were the case, wouldn't there be poets everywhere?

In fact, it is not so easy to write poetry.

Heh, little slippery head.

He smiled and asked, "Yulou, there are so many themes in poetry, why did you choose love poems?" ”

Jiang Yulou said: "Because love is one of the most basic feelings of human beings. Tang Xianzu said, "I don't know what to do, if you go deep, the living can die, and the dead can live." Those who are born and cannot be resurrected, and those who die and cannot be resurrected are not lovely. "In the history of literature throughout the ages, countless literati and writers have left countless love poems. From "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the River Island" to "I live at the head of the Yangtze River, you live at the end of the Yangtze River"; From "holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son" to "asking the world, what is the love, and directly teaching life and death". ”

At the end, he spread his hands and said, "You see, love has always been the most important theme in poetry. So, what's wrong with me writing love poems? ”

The answer was very good, but Nie Xin didn't want to let him go like this, "However, personal love is just a small love." Why don't you sing the praises of great love? ”

During this period from 1949 to 1966, due to the needs of socialist construction under the circumstances of the time, the expression of love in domestic literary and artistic works was different from the past.

In the poems of this period, love is no longer a pure petty love of individuals, but a great love for the party, the country and the working people integrated into the big socialist family.

This question is very difficult to answer, a bad one, and there will be a big problem.

The atmosphere in the office also became heavy, everyone was very cautious, and at the same time, they were worried about Jiang Yulou.

"The bad old man is very bad, and he doesn't know how to care for his young comrades at all." Jiang Yulou complained silently in his heart.

Although he was complaining in his heart, he was still very cautious when answering.

He laughed and pretended to be relaxed: "Because the times are different, now it has changed." ”

He scratched his head, "I think that the poet, as a lyrical subject, is the spokesperson of the people, and what he expresses in his poems is a commentary on the current trend of contemporary society and a reflection of his emotions. ”

"In different eras, the appearance of love in poetry is different, from personal love giving way to political needs, to love becoming a forbidden area and being suppressed, to singing about love and ideals with passion, love in different eras has left a deep or shallow, thick or light, light or dark imprint in poetry. In any case, love is the most basic human emotion, and it is an eternal theme of art. ”

Nie Xin and the others looked at Jiang Yulou in shock, this kind of thinking and realization, what an eighteen-year-old young man could think of?

"He must have scored perfect marks in his politics class." Nie Xin said in his heart.

He shook his head, "Yulou, I'm really going to be impressed with you." ”

"This is just a little bit of my personal opinion." Jiang Yulou said embarrassedly.

Nie Xin said: "How can it be shallow? Obviously it makes sense! ”

This is the ability to see the subtleties, from a small point to see a broader change.

While the public is still cautious, the cultural world has already taken a step.

He felt that this trip to Yangping County was really not in vain, and the harvest was too great.

Nie Xin's fingers moved slightly, and he had the urge to return to the capital and write an editorial.

He glanced at Jiang Yulou again and put away his earlier thoughts. What kind of peasant is he, he is clearly the group of people who open their eyes to see the world!

Subsequently, the interview lasted for more than half an hour.

After collecting enough materials, Nie Xin and Chen Bingqing left unsatisfied.

After the reporter left, the principal and Teacher Gao collapsed in their chairs.

Comrade reporter was here just now, and the two of them were not good at interjecting, let alone interrupting Jiang Yulou's words, they were really anxious.

The principal stood up tremblingly, and said with palpitations: "Yulou, you really dare to say it! ”

"Yes, Yulou, you're too bold, that's "Human Day"!" Teacher Gao also covered his heart and said with a pale face.

"It's better to be cautious in the future and don't get yourself into trouble."

Jiang Yulou did not make a positive promise, but said: "In the end, the times are different." ”

If he had been killed a few years ago, he wouldn't have said these things.