Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 489 The 487th time is only 4 times

Chapter 489
"Is there such a thing as money? It's definitely not enough without it, but it can't be too much. I have earned some money now, and I can stop writing things that I didn't want to write before. I don't love money so much, just enough to spend It's..."

Li Rong was still talking, but the owner of the seat where he was sitting had already arrived. After standing beside him for a long time, Li Rong stood up and said, "Let's talk next time when we have a chance."

Then people leave.

When Li Rong was around, Zhang Zhong didn't talk much, and when he left, Zhang Zhong didn't bring the topic to him. He just glanced at the stage again and said, "Today's awards ceremony is quite slow."

"It's like this every year, just get used to it." Liu Yuan said with a smile, "It's not yet the time for you to be anxious. After a while, this person will go up and say a few words, and that person will go up and say a few words, which can make people anxious to death. It’s not that you won the award this year, I’m too lazy to come.”

Wang Yi nodded and said, "It's because of yesterday's meal, and I'm too embarrassed not to come."

Zhang Zhong said with a smile, "It seems that the meal was quite useful."

"So, remember to invite us to dinner more often in the future."

Wang Kewang said, "When the National Excellent Poetry Award comes out in a while, I'm afraid you will have to invite it again."

Several people froze for a moment, Zhuang Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "Has it been settled?"

Wang Kewang practiced waving his hands, "No, no, I just think that no one else can win the National Excellent Poetry Award this time except Zhang Zhong, and it is more reliable than the Pu Songling Award."

Yu Dongyu said with a look of disbelief, "You are the editor-in-chief of "The Forest of Poetry". I don't believe you if you don't know the inside story. Has the award already come out? It's okay, Lao Wang, tell us, we won't tell others."

"What you said, "Shilin" is just an ordinary magazine. It has nothing to do with the National Excellent Poetry Award. Don't talk nonsense."

"Tch." Yu Dongyu snorted, "If you don't know, you don't know. If Zhang Chong doesn't win the award, then you can invite this meal."

"One meal is not a big deal. If you want to eat, I can treat you every day. Hey, it's about to start..."

Everyone looked up, and the lights on the stage became brighter.

Li Hebin, secretary of the party group of the Huaxia Writers Association, presided over the award presentation.

After Li Hebin made an opening remark, Yang Fengxia, chairman of the Huaxia Writers Association, took the stage to deliver a speech.

Yang Fengxia is in her 60s and just took office. Her collection of essays "White Night" once won the Pu Songling Literary Award in China, and the novella "How Far Is Forever" won the second Pu Songling Literary Award. The origin is still relatively deep.

"Today's 23 winners have expressed the life, thinking, struggle and dreams of Chinese people with their arduous and lonely writing and outstanding creation, enriching the spiritual world of our nation and proving the tenacious and abundant power of literature in this era. This This lofty literary honor is not only awarded to them, but also to all sincere writers. Since the [-]th Pu Songling Award has been awarded publicly through real-name voting, the publicity and vision of the judges have been tested in this process , was presented..."

The Pu Songling Award has seven awards. Except for the Novella Award, the Short Story Award, and the Prose Award, there is only one award-winning work, and the other four awards have five award-winning works, adding up to 23. Award, and this time no one won both awards, which means that there are 23 winners.

After Yang Fengxia finished her speech, the awards were not presented immediately, and the choir of the Central Opera House performed a program on stage.

After the show is over, the awards will start.

The first award was the novella award.

The winner of the novella award this time is Wen He, also a young writer. He is in his early 40s this year. The award-winning work is "The Quiet River". He is a young and strong school of scar literature and has a good relationship with Wang Yi.

After that came the short story award, which was presented by Yang Fengxia, who read the award speech on the stage.

"The scenery there is beautiful, and the people there are very interesting. What is shown in "Being Precepts" is a kind of super-utilitarian, spontaneous and natural thought pursued by traditional literati. This kind of life realm is extremely beautiful. The author Zhang Zhong cares about people. , Respect and appreciation go beyond the utilitarian aspects such as politics and shape, and point directly to the form of human life and existence. This is the reason why he created those characters whose human nature has been completely released, and it is also the result of his indifferent and harmonious aesthetic pursuit. To further implement..."

After she read the award speech, Zhang Zhong walked up.

After receiving the certificate from Yang Fengxia, the two of them posed for the cameraman to take pictures as a nostalgia.

Yang Fengxia looked at the camera, smiled and said to Zhang Zhong, "Congratulations, Zhang Zhong."

"Thank you." Zhang Chong responded with a smile.

When the awards are over, it is time for Zhang Zhong to read out his acceptance speech.

Zhang Zhong was already very familiar with acceptance speeches. He nodded to Yang Fengxia, then walked to the microphone with the certificate, and said, "An important literary award is a great comfort to a young writer. For me, there are some different meanings. "Being Ordained" is a dream of mine, a dream that I wanted to wake up but couldn't wake up, and I wanted to return but couldn't go back. Whenever I think of "Being Ordained" That patch of reeds, those playful birds, that dilapidated water chestnut nunnery, I always feel that that dream may have never been done, or I haven’t woken up now. As a writer, what I have to do is to think about myself When we write what we want to write, sometimes we feel it, and sometimes it feels like someone is holding my hand to write these stories..."

The speech time of the Pu Songling Award is very long, and there is basically no limit. If Zhang Zhong wants to, he can read an eloquent testimonial here, but most people would not do this, and of course Zhang Zhong would not. After saying this, he took the certificate and went down.

After going down, Yu Dongyu smiled and said, "You have been talking about the award speech for a long time, but you didn't say anything."

"That's not enough, if I win another award next time, how about you write one for me?"

"I'm afraid that if I write it, you dare not read it."

"There is nothing you dare not read. I will report your name before reading it."

"Okay, show me the certificate, I haven't got this thing yet." Yu Dongyu stretched out his hand and said, and he looked at the others, "You all have it, so don't read it."

"Nonsense, I don't have one." Wang Kewang said.

"You don't have it, but your grandfather has it. I remember that Mr. Wang has won the Pu Songling Award several times."

"No, only four times."

"Four times...just? You stick your head out, and I promise I won't hit you. You don't want to see how many times the Pu Songling Award has been awarded." Yu Dongyu made an angry look.

(End of this chapter)

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