1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 62 Completed in one go
"Teacher Jiang, your poetry style is truly unique." Xu Xiao praised, "It's like the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School of writing. I haven't seen it in many years."

The Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School began in the early 20th century and was named after the line from the Qing Dynasty novel "Hua Yuehen" (The Mark of Flowers and Moon): "Thirty-six mandarin ducks are birds of the same fate, a pair of butterflies are poor creatures." The most influential magazine in its early days was called "Saturday," so it is also called the "Saturday School."

Representative writers include Zhang Henshui, Bao Tianxiao and Xu Zhenya. This school is quite miserable. At that time, the New Culture Movement was used as a bag of experience. Lu Xun, Zhou Zuoren and Mao Zedong all did it.

Such an environment has led to the fact that writers of this school are unwilling to admit that they are part of the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School, such as Bao Tianxiao.

Shen Congwen advocated the New Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School, which he wanted to draw a line between from the old one, and included himself and Eileen Chang in this category. However, this was not widely recognized, and the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School became his black spot, which eventually led to his withdrawal from the literary world.

"Don't use words like Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School." Zhao Zhenkai said, "I think this poem is similar to our current school of poetry. It reads strange and weird, but also has the beauty of humanity. It can be classified as our current school of poetry."

"The poetry school doesn't sound good today." Jiang Xian found it really strange and couldn't help asking, "How about you change your name?"

"What to change?"

"Misty Poetry School."

"What did you say?" Zhao Zhenkai raised his head.

"Hazy." Jiang Xian said again, "The evening rain has not come and spring has gone, the ground is full of flowers, and the moon is hazy."

"hazy?"

"Obscure poetry?"

"Misty Poetry School?" Zhao Zhenkai was a little absent-minded, muttering these words softly.

The editorial office was also very quiet.

A strange look flashed across everyone's face, as if a group of stray dogs finally had a name.

hazy!

In the turbulent forty years that followed, amidst repeated questioning and criticism, the Chinese literary world will deeply and forever remember this name, this rebellious and resilient group.

Misty poetry school.

"What a misty name! What a good name!"

Zhao Zhenkai was in high spirits. "Obscure, confusing, strange, half-understanding, half-understanding. Isn't this hazy? How come we, a group of poets, didn't think of this word?!"

The term "Misty Poetry" actually comes from an article titled "The Suffocating Haziness" published in "Poetry Magazine" in 1980. The article was inspired by a poem "Autumn" by the old poet Du Yunxie. In the author's opinion, the language used in this type of poetry makes people feel strange and awkward, and causes people's thoughts to be disordered, hence the name "Misty Poetry".

This was originally a criticism, but it gradually spread and everyone started to call it that. People in today's poetry school do not resist it, and over time it really became the "Misty Poetry School."

"I'm going back."

Jiang Xian explained that he had to go back to write the manuscript, but Zhao Zhenkai stopped him and wanted to pay him the royalties for "To the Oak Tree".

文艺类稿费每千字10一20元，诗歌稿每20行算1000字，曲艺稿每40行算1000字。

"To the Oak" has a total of 36 lines, which is one thousand words. This poem was originally published in "Today", and Shu Ting did not take a penny.

Later, Poetry Magazine published "To the Oak" and paid 10 yuan for reprinting. Bei Dao and his friends didn't know Shu Ting at the time, so they spent the money on drinking. Later, when he told Shu Ting about this, he felt embarrassed, but Shu Ting said she didn't care.

"I'll give you 20 yuan as a reward. This poem is worth 20 yuan." Zhao Zhenkai forced 20 yuan into Jiang Xian's pocket. "Take it, take it."

"Okay, I'll treat you guys to a drink later." Jiang Xian didn't beat around the bush. If he didn't accept the money, Zhao Zhenkai would probably feel uncomfortable.

"Jiang Xian, we will publish this poem in the next issue. I have a feeling that once this poem is published, your reputation as a poet may become more famous than that of a writer." Zhao Zhen made a promise, and then a trace of desire appeared on his face, "Write a few more poems, Lao Jiang."

"I really don't like writing poetry." Jiang Xian declined his invitation. It's not that I don't like writing poetry, but I don't want to be a poet. How should I put it? It's unlucky. There are many poets who have gone crazy, fallen, and drifted away.

Zhao Zhenkai was so angry that he felt depressed. With such talent and the ability to write such good poems, how could he not love writing poetry?
What's even more infuriating? His novels are so damn good! He may not even be forced to write poetry to fill his stomach.

He gave him a piece and suddenly remembered something.

"Jiang Xian, have you joined the Writers Association?"

"Writers Association?"

"Wang Meng knew that the Writers Association gave him a house. The Writers Association gave him a house in the Qiansanmen residential building, and he moved in in June."

“I built that community!”

"If you want to join the Writers Association, I can help you find someone to talk to. I know Bing Xin." Zhao Zhenkai said.

As mentioned before, his father was the founder of PICC. Later, PICC was also affected by Buzz Buzz, and his father was transferred to the Civil Promotion Agency to serve as Bing Xin's deputy.

At that time, his father's real task was to record what Bing Xin said and did every day and then report it.

Bing Xin knew it, but didn't expose it.

"No need to trouble you." Jiang Xian declined Zhao Zhenkai's kindness. "After all, I won first place in the national short story selection last year. It shouldn't be difficult for me to join the Writers Association."

The Writers Association is a progressive process: county and district writers association - municipal writers association - provincial writers association - Central Writers Association. This is the prescribed path. In fact, most people directly join the provincial writers association and then try to join the Central Writers Association.

Application types and routes: literary creation, literary theory and criticism, editing, translation, and organizational work.
A writer is a literary creator. The China Writers Association’s requirement for literary creators is that they must have published works of no less than 15 words in nationally published literary journals or newspapers.

In later generations, there is such a thing as online literature. The China Writers Association has the following requirements for online literature authors: average subscriptions should be above 5000 and the work should be no less than 200 million words.

Two internal members are also required to serve as referees.

He had been there in his previous life and was very familiar with the place.

Jiang Ke returned home around four in the afternoon and squatted in front of the TV to watch.

She was on summer vacation and was about to start the second year of junior high school. She was in puberty and was growing rapidly.

"Jiang Ke." Jiang Xian took out a bottle of yogurt from his bag and gave it to her.

The kind of short, stocky white porcelain bottle with a piece of paper covering the mouth of the bottle. Each bottle is either half full or half full, and the mouth of the bottle is hastily tied with a thin, rough rubber band. This is what Ge You asked Ma Xiaoqing to drink in "The Troublemakers".

"Brother, you are so nice~" Jiang Ke held his arm and clung to him, "Brother, I want to buy new clothes."

"How can I buy them? I'll ask your sister-in-law to buy you two later."

"I have a sister-in-law?"

Jiang Xian didn't answer, he went over and turned off the TV, "Go play outside, what kid is like you, watching TV all day, your eyes are ruined."

After taking a walk around the house, he rode to the Beijing Film Studio and returned to his room in the guesthouse. He wiped his face, lay down at the table, and took out the manuscript of "Furong Town".

He held the "trophy" cup and took a sip of water. After a moment of thought, he picked up the pen and started writing. The only sound in the room was the rustling of the pen tip.

From sunset to late night.

Finish writing it in one go.

(End of this chapter)