The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

   Speaking of the literary world of the Republic of China, there are two groups that must be mentioned: one is the Literature Research Association, and the other is the Left-wing Writers Union.

  About five years ago, the vernacular movement was in full swing, there were endless debates between the new school and the old school, and there were many conflicts within the new school, and the literary research society came into being.

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

   It can be said that the Literary Research Association is the most authoritative and largest Chinese writers' group at present, and its official publication is "Fiction Monthly".

   Ordinary people are not eligible to join. Zhou Hexuan smiled bitterly: "Mr. Xu, my "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" should belong to the old school literature. Your Literature Research Association is the base camp of the new school writers, so you actually agree to join me?"

   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: "Mr. Zhou was invited to join the club because of the series of articles on "The Rise of Great Powers". The members of our Literature Research Association are not only novelists, but also poets, scholars, playwrights and so on."

   "Okay, I made a mistake, I agree to join." Zhou Hexuan didn't care about it.

"That's great," Xu Zhimo said very happily after completing the entrusted task, "Mr. Zhou, your writing is excellent, why do you need to create popular novels like "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"? Published in Fiction Monthly."

   "It depends on the situation, I'm really not good at serious literature." Zhou Hexuan smiled.

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

   Zhou Hexuan showed no timidity in the face of great poets: "I wrote one or two poems."

  Xu Zhimo said: "I am now the editor-in-chief of the "Morning News" supplement "Poetry". If Mr. Zhou has published poetry works, you can submit them to me."

   Zhou Hexuan is a man who wants to be a great writer. Naturally, he has to write a few poems to pretend to be forceful. He immediately said: "I happen to have a few old works, which I wrote when I was traveling in the West. I also asked Mr. Xu to help me get it right."

   took the manuscript paper on the table, Zhou Hexuan began to write, and a beautifully written modern poem was born.

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

  Xu Zhimo picked up the poem and read softly:

   "You see, or you don't see me

   I'm right there

   neither sad nor happy

   you read, or don't read me

   Love is there

   No coming or going

   you love or don't love me

  Love is there

   does not increase nor decrease

   you follow, or not with me

  My hand is in yours

   Never give up

   Come to my arms

or

  Let me live in your heart

   silently in love

   Silence and joy. "

   It is the "Seeing and Not Seeing" that has been widely circulated on the Internet in later generations, and it also used the name of Tsangyang Gyatso, which attracted countless petty bourgeoisie youths. In fact, this poem has nothing to do with Tsangyang Gyatso, it is all poisonous chicken soup cooked by "Reader". By the way, the poem "The Farthest Distance in the World" is also chaotically rhythmic in "The Reader", and lives in Tagore's body.

  Xu Zhimo finished reading the poem, pondered the charm of it carefully, and praised: "Good poem! Simple and unpretentious with deep affection, I didn't expect that Mr. Zhou is also a very affectionate person."

   If you want to pretend, you have to pretend, how could Zhou Hexuan forget Gu Cheng? Immediately wrote "A Generation" on the manuscript paper.

Seeing those two poems, Xu Zhimo was even more shocked than before, and couldn't stop muttering to himself: "The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light. A generation, a good generation! Only this Two sentences are worth more than ten thousand gold, my trip to Tianjin is worth it."

   Zhou Hexuan smiled without saying a word, this is what he wanted.

Xu Zhimo suddenly stood up, grabbed Zhou Hexuan's hand and said, "Mr. Zhou, why don't you join the Xinyue Club. We have many like-minded friends, all of whom have great enthusiasm and passion for new poetry. Wen Yiduo The gentleman must be very happy to see your "Generation"."

   Lao Tzu doesn't make a base! Don't be so affectionate, okay?

   "It's an honor to be invited." Zhou Hexuan pulled back his hand with a smile. He had no distaste for joining a literary group. Since ancient times, literati have been disrespectful to each other, but literati also praised each other, and their reputations are all blown out.

   "Great, the Crescent Society has added another capable officer!" Xu Zhimo danced with excitement.

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

  Perhaps, only people with this character can write so many good poems that are passed down to later generations.

Xu Zhimo cherished the two poems, even changed their titles, and said, "He Xuan, I will publish your two poems in the next issue of "Poems". That's right," he said. As he spoke, he took out another 10 yuan, "This is your remuneration, 5 yuan per song, the highest standard of "Poems"."

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

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

   "When I finish my work first, come to my house for dinner," 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. If you don't mind, you can rest at my place." Zhou Hexuan said.

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

   Zhou Hexuan is sweating madly, why does Lao Xu's words become more and more basic?

   Ignoring the excitable child, Zhou Hexuan sat down and continued to work. He was responsible for compiling language teaching materials for Hope Primary School, and by the way, he also packed his own personal goods, the focus of which was on patriotic education.

   For example, the content of 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."

   Compilation of elementary school textbooks is difficult because the acceptance of children must be considered. Among the three sentences just now, among them "one", "ge", "standing", "zhong", "and" are new words that need to be learned, and the others do not need to be mastered, just memorize the whole sentence by memorization .

   Of course, not all texts were written by Zhou Hexuan. He found seven or eight editions of primary school textbooks from all over China today, discarded the **** and kept the essence, and selected all the ones that he thought were reasonable and suitable.

   Zhou Hexuan wanted to promote Pinyin, but unfortunately, this work must rely on the government, and it is difficult for non-governmental organizations to do it.

   That night, Xu Zhimo happily dragged Zhou Hexuan to chat, talking about literature and poetry and foreign experiences.

  Who is Zhou Hexuan? See people talking, see ghosts talking.

   As soon as the conversation was smooth, Xu Zhimo seemed to have met a confidant. He found that Zhou Hexuan had the same ideas as himself. In the middle of the night, he was reluctant to go to the guest room to rest. He slept on Zhou Hexuan's bed and continued to chat.