【Founding Talk Reading】
Literature is a flame, it can illuminate life and the world. For the sake of the light and warmth of the world, I should stick to the side of the spring wind and rain, although there may be some bitterness and regret, but every seed of hope planted today will become tomorrow's brilliant light and sword, so that love will fill the world.
I haven't studied in the Chinese department of the university, I don't know if I have heard of Wen Jie, a poet?
In the modern and contemporary Chinese literary world, Wen Jie is only a second-rate poet, although his long poem "The Flame of Vengeance" and Guo Xiaochuan's "General Trilogy" have become representative works of narrative poetry in seventeen years of literature, but in the end they have not defeated the prominent influence of time, and can only become the textbook understanding and shallow knowledge of Chinese students.
I read Wen Jie's "Vengeance of the Flames" long poem about 13 years old, around 1980. At that time, I was in junior high school, and my studies were mixed and bad, and I had no advantage in the team of about one-sixth of the class, so I let myself be in the pattern of willing to learn and play without learning.
When the top students worked overtime to endorse the exercise papers, I skipped class and a few well-connected classmates to go to the wild to bathe and fish and even steal apples; on rainy autumn days, because I couldn't go out to play, I hid in my own west room to look through my father's books, the most interesting of which was Wen Jie's long poetry collection "The Flame of Vengeance".
Wen Jie committed suicide in early spring 1971 after persecuting his labor at the May 7 Cadre School, and his long collection of poems, The Flame of Vengeance, was a 1962 edition of writers' publishing house. I don't know how these two collections of poems came to my house from the library of Shandong Normal University, but I guess that my father was studying in the department of Chinese in Jinan at that time, perhaps because he liked to read poetry and saved the personal treasures purchased by eating and drinking.
Both of these books were thick and old, and when they were opened, they smelled of musty, and the sentences were incomprehensible, so I read these two obscure poetry works in combination with the modern Kuomintang-Communist war films I had read. On those rooftops and rooftops, I can often be seen reading crookedly, and there is an open hut on a wooden ladder to block the rain in the north corner of my west house, which is light and quiet, so it has become my first choice for quiet reading.
In an era when no one was directed to read outside the classroom, I read this collection of poems almost entirely with interest. In addition to caring about the main characters, it is to find the plot at a glance and ten lines, and to use the more standardized terms of the moment is speed and skip reading. There is no purpose, just to read through it to like war stories. Even so, when many of my peers were concentrating on the middle school textbook, I unexpectedly absorbed the long poetry and frontier beauty, perhaps my writing hobby and persistence were the earliest seeds planted at that time, but I did not intentionally plant willows into the willows.
To this day, more than thirty years have passed, and the characters in "The Flame of Revenge" have forgotten about the nine clouds except for the young herdsman Bahar and the bandit leader Kusiman; the specific plot is still remembered that the People's Liberation Army quelled the Rebellion of Kusiman in Xinjiang, and the specific plot has disappeared without a trace. However, to this day, I still remember reading the long poem "The Flame of Vengeance" in junior high school and know that one of the many modern and contemporary writers is named Wen Jie. This book opened up my hobby and new ways of reading outside of class, and let me know that reading is a very interesting thing outside of school.
After graduating from high school, I should have gone to Tai'an Division with the dream of a writer to study in the department of Chinese for two years. After graduation, I became a teacher, looking for teenagers with writing potential while teaching; after going to the institution to engage in secretarial and teaching and research work, I also liked my colleagues with writing expertise, trying to make them go further than me through their own encouragement. Later, after seeing wen Jie and Dai Houying's tortuous love affair, seeing Dai Houying's painstaking work "People", in August 1996, I learned that Dai Houying was killed by Tao Feng, a fellow villager who had helped him many times, and at that time, he was eager to pick up a sharp knife and crush Tao Feng's corpse into meat paste.
Believing that literature can change the soul, he insisted on reading and writing. Although my own material is dull and far from reaching the height of Wen jie, I believe that literature is a flame, and it can illuminate life and the world. For the sake of the light and warmth of the world, I should stick to the side of the spring wind and rain, although there may be some bitterness and regret, but every seed of hope planted today will become tomorrow's brilliant light and sword, so that love will fill the world.
(The author, Yan Jianguo, famous writer, cultural scholar, Song and Yuan cultural research expert, member of the Chinese Essayist Association, member of the Shandong Writers Association, columnist of several newspapers and periodicals, author of "Yuan Dynasty Dongping School", "Su Shi and Dongping Scribe Analysis", "Wenzong Yi Pulse", "Spring Wind Has a Covenant", "Hometown Stone Slope" and other monographs. This article is published with the exclusive authorization of the author, please indicate the author and source when reprinting. ）