The next day, the time of the symposium.

It's still yesterday's hall, it's still yesterday's location.

Not long after Jiang Yulou found a place to sit down, Wang Meng also arrived.

The two chatted for a while, and then he looked at the time again, and it was almost nine o'clock, when the leaders of the Writers' Association came.

The chairman of this writers' association is Mao Dun, the first vice chairman is Ba Jin, and the vice chairmen are Ding Ling, Feng Zhi, Feng Mu, Ai Qing, Liu Baiyu, Sha Ting, Li Ji, Zhang Guangnian, Chen Huangmei, etc.

All of them are famous and famous, and their qualifications are frighteningly high.

After the leaders took the seats, they began to give speeches, which was nothing more than the original intention of the symposium, as well as the encouragement to the authors, and finally the prospect of the future, hoping that more powerful authors would emerge in the future.

The speeches were very brief, and the leaders of the writers' association each spoke two sentences, which took less than half an hour.

Since it is a symposium, writers can communicate freely, which is one of the purposes of convening so many writers for the symposium.

Jiang Yulou was overjoyed, the exchange meeting was good, if a writer wants to make progress, this kind of exchange meeting is indispensable.

And he is still Comrade Lao Wang by his side, he is the vice chairman of the Yanjing Writers Association, he has a big face, and with him as an introducer, he can meet more writers.

"It's a pity that there are no melon seeds, peanuts and tea."

Jiang Yulou muttered.

"We are participating in the symposium to exchange and learn, what would it look like if there were melon seeds and peanuts?" Wang Meng glanced at Jiang Yulou, very helpless.

Today's young writers are different from their generation.

Back in the day......

Well, they seemed to be similar back then.

However, it is not as good as the generation.

Looking at Jiang Yulou's more and more handsome side face, Wang Meng's heart was sour.

"Lao Wang is right."

Jiang Yulou replied with a smile and did not refute.

At this time, I listened to the old man on the stage say: "Okay, everyone is a writer, you communicate more, and a few of us old guys will not participate." ”

After saying a few words, he didn't drag the mud and water at all, and he stepped down after speaking, which startled the writers in the audience.

Jiang Yulou asked in a low voice, "Has Ba Lao always been so straightforward?" ”

Wang Meng nodded: "Yes, it's good to get used to it." ”

This is much better than in his previous life, and when he crossed over for a while, the leader didn't say that it would be over for an hour or two.

Since it is the writers who communicate freely, someone has to start a start.

At the beginning of the meeting, there was talk of the classic work of the Soviet writer Ostrovsky, "How Steel is Made", a novel whose main achievement is the creation of Paul Kochagin as an artistic model.

The author strictly follows the reality of life when portraying this character, and does not regard Paul's strong will and strong character as innate, but believes that it was tempered in heroic battles and hard labor, in hard study and strict self-discipline.

This work was written in the Soviet era, and with the end of the New Economic Policy and the establishment of Stalin's political and economic system, a high degree of centralization and unity was also required in the literary and artistic circles.

During the Stalin period, the state used the idea of "unification" to educate young people, and paid special attention to the important role of literature and art in cultivating the moral character of young people, requiring literary works to "pursue direct propaganda purposes", and the purpose of writing many works was to instill "ideals and beliefs" in young people.

The most direct means for literature and art to fulfill this educational function is to create heroic characters who embody the spirit and ideals.

During this period, the main theme of Soviet literature was to praise and create a glorious image of the new Soviet man, and the task of Soviet literature was to create a character with absolute faith in ideology and to portray him as real and believable.

Ostrovsky responded to the official call to begin writing Steel, and Paul's simple class feelings, fanatical dedication, vision of beauty, and absolute obedience to the leader were exactly what the Soviet Union needed to pursue its line.

After the book was introduced to our country, it has been widely welcomed for many years.

The reason why it is so popular is because of the idea rather than the literary.

Of course, in terms of character portrayal, there is still merit.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, can you talk about your views on this work?" Someone asked maliciously, he was an old writer who had been scolded by Jiang Yulou before, and he felt that this was a good opportunity to make him look ugly.

Wang Meng glanced at the old writer, he couldn't be clearer about what this person was thinking.

Let's just say that when he was just elected as the vice chairman of the Yanjing Writers Association this year, there were also such old writers looking for trouble.

However, if you want to provoke trouble, it depends on the object, does he think that Jiang Yulou is a good man and a woman, and he can let him handle it?

I think about it too much.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he was ready to see the jokes of the old writers.

Jiang Yulou got up and said humbly and gently: "Hello comrades, since someone asked, then I will tell you my opinion." ”

"This future life is quite handsome, yes."

"Heh, he looks handsome among our group of writers."

"Such a young writer, if you train the future, you will definitely be an excellent writer."

"I don't know if the little comrade has any works, but I will definitely read them when I go back."

It's not that Jiang Yulou hasn't seen a big scene, but he doesn't have stage fright.

He stood up and bowed to everyone a few times, then smiled innocently.

is a honest smile, which can be regarded as his character in front of outsiders, honest people are always loved. There will be no one who likes gloomy people, on the contrary, honest and honest people are reassured.

"Tsk, aren't you just young and handsome, and we weren't bad when we were young."

Wang Meng sat in his seat, muttering in his heart again.

"This work still has merit in character portrayal." Jiang Yulou said simply.

Well? Are there only characters?

That person realized the loophole in Jiang Yulou's answer, "What about artistry, the artistry of a classic work must be commendable." ”

Jiang Yulou replied generously: "A true classic should be a unity of rich artistic aesthetics and rich spiritual connotations, and should not become a microphone of some will." ”

"What! You dare to criticize the literary nature of "How Steel is Made", young man, your thinking is very problematic! He immediately got up and spoke aloud, his words stirring as if he had heard something unforgivable.

"I have a point." Jiang Yulou retorted unceremoniously, "As I said before, a real classic should be a unity of rich artistic aesthetics and rich spiritual connotations, and the classic literary works of the Soviet Union are such a unity."

In these works, the nostalgia for the vast black land of the Soviet Union, the direct face of suffering, the yearning for ideals, the desire of the flesh, the pursuit of the spirit, the continuous poetic flow, the escape of the anxious soul, etc., are seamlessly blended together by the masters.

And "Steel" obviously did not reach such heights ideologically and artistically. ”

"You...... You...... It's a big rebellion, it's a big rebellion! The old writer pointed at Jiang Yulou and trembled.

"What, am I wrong?" The corners of Jiang Yulou's mouth twitched, and he said disdainfully: "This has all been changed, vulgar sociology and dogmatism should get out of the literary world." Is it right that the personality of Paul, the protagonist of "Steel", has been distorted, his sense of personality has been extinguished, and he has become a screw? ”

The old writer was dumbfounded.

Yes, nature is not right, even if he thinks it is right, he does not dare to say that in the current environment.

Unless, you still want to go through a sport?

Crazy!

"Since this is a symposium on literary creation, shouldn't we discuss more about the process of producing the idea of a work? how writers should cultivate their powers of observation, refine their material, and hone their language; the necessity of imagination; the function of detailed description; the logic of the character itself; The Origin of the Inspiration. Isn't this the most important thing, and shouldn't the true classics of literature follow the principles of literary creation? Jiang Yulou used a series of comparisons to question the old writers.

An old writer like this one denounces the discussion of self-expression and writing skills as deviant heresy, and he really does not deserve to be called a writer!

Without waiting for the old writer to refute, Jiang Yulou continued: "Literary creation is not about writing eight-strand essays, Mr. Kong, you are born in the wrong era." ”

"Hahaha!" Some people couldn't help laughing, and there was a burst of laughter in the venue, since ancient times, literati have been light, but whenever they meet writers when they get together, they will inevitably quarrel, but the quarrel is so exciting, they are the first time to see each other.

Mr. Kong, many of the writers present are talented and quick-witted, and they know that Jiang Yulou is satirizing that old writer is Kong Yiji.

Who is Kong Yiji, a victim of the imperial examination system.

And what about this old writer?

Isn't it just a dogmatist who must be called XX, a defender?

Hehe, this kind of person will not be popular in today's literary world.

"I ...... I! You...... You! ”

The person who provoked Jiang Yulou suddenly blushed, his chest continued to rise and fall, pointing at Jiang Yulou for a long time and not being able to say a complete sentence, making people worry about whether his lungs would really blow up.

After a long time, this person really couldn't think of any chance to recover in the end, so he could only hide his face with hatred and leave.

For a long time in the future, he was not embarrassed to appear at similar gatherings, and some good people even called him Mr. Kong Yiji or Mr. Kong in private. Heard that he is an expert in the study of vulgar literature and dogmatic theory? I have some questions about literary theory for him!

With the example of Mr. Kong in front of him, others did not dare to provoke Jiang Yulou, and Jiang Yulou was suddenly harassed a lot less.

"It's really scolding people!" Wang Meng looked at Jiang Yulou's eyes, which became more and more exciting.

Jiang Yulou shrugged helplessly, "Alas, others forced me." ”