Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 157 156 "The Third Generation Poetry Movement"

"what?"

Fang Minghua was shocked.

"Editor-in-Chief Dong has done a good job, why should he be fired?"

"This was proposed by the old director." President Huang explained.

"Xiao Fang, I'm fifty-five this year. I won't be able to work for more than a few years before I retire. Besides, I'm not in good health. I might as well retire from my position as editor-in-chief as soon as possible and let you young people take over." Dong Mo said.

"But, I am the editor of the novel team, so I'm afraid this is inappropriate." Fang Minghua declined.

"Didn't you write poetry back then? You also won the second prize in the poetry contest held by "Contemporary". Even Shu Ting only won the third prize, which shows that you are still very accomplished in poetry." President Huang said.

"But...but" Fang Minghua was still about to refuse, and then he heard Dong Mo say: "I have worked in the editorial department of "Yanhe" all my life, and I have almost always dealt with poetry. To be honest, I am increasingly unable to understand the current situation. Poems written by young people.”

"It's just the hazy poems by Bei Dao and Gu Cheng. Now the "third generation poetry movement" has suddenly appeared. The poems they wrote baffle me, but they are very popular among young people, old people."

Fang Minghua knew that the "third generation poetry movement" mentioned by Dong Mo refers to the poetry created by the "third generation" poets.

The so-called "third generation" poets are a concept defined relative to the first generation between 1949 and 1976 and the second generation of poets represented by Mengwu Shi. It generally refers to a group of poets who suddenly emerged in the mid-s after Mengwu Shi.

The characteristics of the third generation of poetry are anti-rational, anti-sublime, and anti-heroic tendencies, advocating small people and civilian consciousness; attaching importance to genres and theoretical construction, and with the development of many schools, such as Chengdu non-feiism, represented by Yang Li, Li Yawei et al.

Representatives of Nanjing’s “They Literary Society” include: Han Dong, Yu Jian, etc., as well as Shanghai’s “Marine Poetry Group” and “Sichuan Province’s Recklessism”.

Of course, there are also the famous "Three Musketeers of Yan": Haizi, Xichuan and Luo Yihe, but these three are still unknown in the poetry world.

Seeing that Fang Minghua was speechless, President Huang next to him said with a smile: "Xiao Fang, don't you always complain that the novel group is a waste of time in reviewing manuscripts? The poetry group is so simple, just a few lines or a dozen lines. You can glance over it and take a fancy to it. Just publish it, if you don’t like it, go play!”

Fang Minghua suddenly laughed when he heard President Huang suddenly say a bad word.

"Okay, let me try."

Fang Minghua was appointed as deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial department of Yanhe magazine and leader of the poetry and prose group!

The news quickly spread within the unit, and the official appointment document has been sent to the Writers Association for processing.

Some people congratulate and envy.

Is this the youngest deputy editor of a national publication like "Yanhe" in China? Less than 24 years old!

Of course, there are also people who are jealous and aggrieved. How come a person who writes novels suddenly joins the poetry and prose group? How can you be so virtuous?

A layman leads an expert?

Someone immediately retorted: Who said people don’t write poetry?

Didn’t he write a few poems at the beginning? And he won an award!

In the face of these discussions, Fang Minghua kept a low profile and declined Bai Miao and others' invitation to treat him.

The official documents haven't been released yet, so don't be too showy.

Because of this matter, Fang Minghua postponed his trip to Yanjing for a while.

At the end of March, the Writers Association's approval was officially issued, Dong Mo gloriously took a back seat, and Fang Minghua was officially appointed as the deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial department of "Yanhe" magazine and concurrently as the leader of the poetry and prose group.

A treat is indispensable.

My mother at home is even happier. Unfortunately, she lives in the family building of the Planning Commission and doesn’t know many people. She is embarrassed to tell others.

I simply used the excuse of visiting my old neighbor to go to the original Tongzi Building and brag about it.

Song Tangtang was also very happy.

My boyfriend is really becoming more and more promising!

The more I look, the more I like it.

Well, my boyfriend is becoming more and more capable, so I can’t lag behind. It goes without saying that dancing in a cultural troupe is more important than reading and studying to prepare for a career change in the future.

Also, you can finally go to Yanjing to see grandma and grandpa. The old man has urged you several times to bring your partner back quickly and let us see.

Fang Minghua is making preparations to go to Yanjing at home. There is one more thing to do, which is to go to Western University tomorrow. Not only to visit his sister, but also to find Chen Ximi, Shi Tiesheng's female pen pal and future wife, as needed. If something was brought to Yanjing, he would definitely go visit Shi Tiesheng this time.

Early the next morning, Fang Minghua rode to the Northwest University campus. Chen Ximi was still in the mathematics department. He approached her and explained her purpose. The girl was a little shy, but she still took out a red wool vest from the dormitory and handed it to Fang Minghua.

"Editor Fang, I knitted a vest for Tie Sheng, but I don't know if it fits or not? This is my first time knitting a sweater or something like that. If I don't knit it well, please don't laugh at me."

"I don't think so." Fang Minghua smiled and said, "After all, it's your whole heart."

Chen Ximi blushed slightly after hearing this, but she didn't say much. She took out a letter from the drawer and asked Fang Minghua to take it to Yanjing.

After finishing this matter, Fang Minghua said goodbye and left. Since he came to Xi'an University, he definitely wanted to go and see his sister.

My younger sister, Fang Mingli, is a senior this year and is studying at NPU. However, according to regulations, a graduation internship is still required. Even if she goes to school to intern and teach, the internship place is not far away, at the High School Affiliated to NPU on Youyi West Road.

This middle school is also quite awesome. It is even more famous in later generations than Western Polytechnic University. It is the only middle school sanctioned by the United States. Of course, it is not so famous now.

Fang Minghua found his sister who was carefully grading her homework in the mathematics teaching and research office when she was not in class, and told her in the corridor that she was going to Yanjing and what she was going to do at Western University tomorrow.

"The vest knitted by Teacher Chen? Let me see it." Fang Mingli suddenly became curious, opened the plastic bag and picked up the sweater to look at it carefully.

"My craftsmanship is not very good. Look, the threads are broken here and there is a little bulge here." The girl curled her lips and said, "I can't knit well!"

"What do you know? This is someone else's wish!" Fang Minghua was a little dissatisfied.

"Brother, do you mean that Teacher Chen and Shi Tiiesheng are in a relationship?"

Fang Minghua nodded after hearing this.

"Wow, the power of love is really great!" the girl exclaimed.

is great, but

"Sister, after you enter graduate school, the school stipulates that you can fall in love, but you must be cautious! If you find someone suitable, tell me, and I will help you check it!"

"Brother, I don't want to talk about it. I want to start a career first and then start a family!"

Fang Minghua shook his head, but didn't say anything.

Although my sister is so tough-talking, when true love comes, who can stop it?

The brother and sister chatted for a while, and Fang Mingli said she was going to class soon. Fang Minghua took out three ten-yuan bills from his wallet and stuffed them into his sister's hand.

"Take it!"

"Brother, I don't want it. I can't even spend all the money."

"Don't say you don't have enough money to spend, use it to buy new clothes!" Fang Minghua looked serious.

Why can't a very beautiful girl dress up properly?

I only wear those two jackets interchangeably in spring and autumn, they are already out of date.

"Okay, I knew you could make a lot of money, brother!" Fang Mingli caught it with a smile.

Take it first and keep it

After finishing his business at Western University, Fang Minghua rode back home, and at noon the next day, he and Song Tangtang boarded the train heading north.

(End of this chapter)