Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 2 College students who love literature
  But, it doesn’t hurt to let you take a look.

Liu Jianjun took out an envelope from his yellow satchel, opened it and handed it to Fang Minghua.

"Look, how is it?"

Fang Minghua took the manuscript, looked at it, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

It is a love poem.

It's the early 1980s, the social atmosphere is still relatively conservative, and most people are shy about saying the word love.

But except for one kind of people - poets.

This poem is written quite unrestrainedly, and its name is "Farewell to Love":
  Haven't had time to say goodbye yet
  The train has already moved away
  A lonely platform
  The distant sky

Before I had time to wave my hand
  It’s been three years since autumn
  Where is the end of the vast sea of ​​people?
  Greetings for the absence of spring flowers and autumn moon

The poem is very long, two full pages.

But this level
  If you sent it to a magazine like "Grudge", you might be able to get by, but this is "Yanhe".

It has published poems by poets Wen Jie, Li Ji, and He Jingzhi, as well as Zhijuan's "Lily", Wu Qiang's "Red Sun", Yang Yiyan's "Red Rock", Liu Qing's "History of Entrepreneurship", Du Pengcheng's "Walking at Lingguan Gorge at Night". Not to mention Lu Yao, Chen Zhongshi and Jia Pingwa, who are just showing off their sharp points now.
  How come you published this poem?
  "Classmate Liu Jianjun, I'm afraid your poem is not good." Fang Minghua said directly without mincing words.

"No?!" Liu Jianjun couldn't help but sneered: "You are a janitor, what do you know about poetry?!"

shit.

Don’t you know that there are third-rank officials in front of the prime minister’s door?
  After all, I am also a janitor at the magazine!
  He didn't bother to answer, so he tore off a piece of blank paper from the registration book, took off the pen from Zhang Baohua's chest, and started writing.

"What do you want to do?" Liu Jianjun couldn't help but ask.

"Write poetry!"

Within a minute, Fang Minghua handed the paper to the other party.

Liu Jianjun took a look and suddenly his eyes widened.

"spring"

The spring water is born,

The spring forest is in full bloom,

The spring breeze is ten miles away, not as good as you
  It is very short, only three lines. It also describes love, but it is far better than the two pages I wrote.

Liu Jianjun's face suddenly turned red, and he looked at Fang Minghua and didn't know what to say.

"I don't dare to show this piece to Editor Zhang, let alone what you wrote?" Fang Minghua patted his shoulder kindly.

"Classmate, I suggest you stop thinking about what poems to write when you go back, learn from Senior Brother Yang Wei in your school, study hard, and build more advanced aircraft for the country early in the future. It will be better than you writing a thousand or ten thousand poems. ." Fang Minghua said earnestly.

Liu Jianjun left silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

After the matter was settled, Fang Minghua crumpled the manuscript paper into a ball and prepared to go home. Only then did he realize that Zhang Baohua was looking at him with admiration on his face.

"Brother Minghua, can you keep the poem you wrote?" Zhang Baofu asked.

"What? You want to learn?" Fang Minghua asked half jokingly and half seriously.

"No, no." Zhang Baofu waved his hand hurriedly: "I haven't even graduated from elementary school. How can I be of that level? I just thought that if someone barges into the magazine in the future and wants to see the editor to read the manuscript, I will take out this poem you wrote. If you don’t have this level, don’t pretend to be big.”

Ah?
  clever!

"Okay, I'm leaving." After saying that, he turned around and left the guard room.

"Brother Minghua, walk slowly!" Zhang Baofu's voice came from behind.

Fang Minghua's home is in the employee family home of the magazine, but it is quite far from the magazine, still 20 minutes' walk away. He doesn't have a bicycle, so he relies on two legs to get to and from get off work.

When entering the family courtyard, there is a five-story red brick building in front, which looks relatively new, and a tube building behind it.

The so-called Tongzi Tower is also called Khrushchev Tower, a product of the former Soviet Union. It is characterized by a long corridor connecting many single rooms. Because the long corridor is ventilated at both ends and is shaped like a tube, it is named "Tongzi Tower".

There will be a washroom and kitchen on the first floor - usually a coal stove placed outside the door, with briquettes and cabbage piled next to it.

It's cooking time now, and the entire corridor is filled with smoke and very lively. Fang Minghua carefully walked around the coal stoves and arrived at his home in Dongtou. His mother, Zhang Fenglan, wearing an apron, was rolling out dough in the house.

Zhang Fenglan is not yet 50 years old this year. She has already retired as an employee of the Sixth National Cotton Factory. She has short hair and works cleanly and quickly. When she sees her son coming back, she immediately greets him.

"Xiaohua, you're off work. I'm going to make your favorite fried noodles today."

Fang Minghua loved Qin Province's fried noodles before he traveled through time. When he heard this, he immediately swallowed his saliva, but he said, "Is Mingli back?"

"Yes, today is Saturday, and your sister is back from school." Zhang Fenglan said while rolling out the dough.

Father Fang Changhe has three children, Fang Minghua is the second eldest, and the eldest sister Fang Mingmei has taken over her mother's job. Now she is a textile worker in the Sixth National Cotton Factory. She is already married and has children.

Fang Minghua also has a younger sister named Fang Mingli, who is 17 years old this year. She has just been admitted to the Mathematics Department of Northwest University, which is also the provincial key 211. The whole family is proud of her.

Fang Mingli usually lives on campus and does not come back, but only goes home for reunions on weekends.

Just as he was talking, he heard a girl's clear singing voice coming from the corridor:

To whom does the wonderful spring belong?
  Belong to me, belong to you
  Belonging to our new generation in the 1980s.
  The singing is cheerful.

A girl with two pigtails and wearing a floral dress and sandals walked over briskly. She was quite good-looking, with an oval face and big eyes. She was carrying a yellow satchel, and the school badge on her chest was eye-catching.

It was Fang Minghua's little sister Fang Mingli.

"College students are back?"

"Mingli, is it fun to go to college?"

The neighbors who were cooking all greeted me one after another, and my mother looked even more proud after hearing this.

Seeing her daughter come in, she looked doting on her face and said, "Mingli, today mommy will make you your favorite oil noodles."

"Great! I love the noodles made by you the most, Lian Zha!" the girl said excitedly: "Where's my dad?"

"Go fishing."

Fang Mingli washed her hands and immediately started to help her mother. Fang Minghua didn't move - he didn't know how.

Not long after, dad Fang Changhe came back on his almost obsolete Feige brand 28 weighted bicycle, carrying a fishing rod and a bucket. The whole family happily sat at the small table and ate noodles.

"Dad, Mom, I have to rush back to school early tomorrow morning. I have something to do." Fang Mingli said while eating.

"What's the matter?"

"I have to go to self-study in the morning, and I have to participate in literary club activities in the afternoon."

"Hey, look at you, you won't stay at home for too long on Sundays." My mother couldn't help complaining.

"Mom, you don't know, everyone is working hard now to make up for the lost time!"

"Damn it, stop meddling in the baby's affairs!" Zhang Fenglan stopped talking after her husband Fang Changhe said one word.

Fang Minghua sat beside him and silently ate noodles.

Although he had not traveled to this era for a long time, he could really feel the vibrant spirit of college students in the 1980s.

It really lives up to the saying: "There is hope in my heart and light in my eyes."

The younger sister excitedly talked about their literary club. Dad had been exposed to the magazine for decades and knew something about it.

What Bei Dao, Shu Ting, "Today" magazine, scar literature.
  At this time, Fang Minghua was eating noodles silently without talking.

After finishing the meal, Fang Mingli helped her mother wash the dishes and then said: "Mom and Dad, Dongmei and I are going to watch a movie, "A Little Mermaid", starring Gong Xue and Guo Kaimin."

Mom was very happy this time, "Go ahead and watch out for thieves!"

"Don't worry, I'm a college student." Fang Mingli replied, then looked at Fang Minghua who had been silent: "Brother, are you going?"

"You two girls are watching a movie, why should I join in the fun?" Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Brother, didn't you say last time that you wanted to go see a movie with Dongmei?" Fang Mingli said, winking at him playfully.

(End of this chapter)