Chapter 57 Section VI

For a while, Lu Siyu felt deeply frustrated because of the ears of wheat.He devoted his excess energy to the complicated work of the literary and art association and his personal poetry creation.He also met another woman for this.Her name is Leng Yue Ruoxue. It was summer, and the Shacheng Federation of Literary and Art Circles held the sixth poetry seminar. In the Badain Jaran Desert, with the joy and excitement of many poets and amateur writers as the background, it set off the loneliness, loneliness and sentimentality of a woman sitting alone in a yurt .At that time, Lu Siyu didn't know that she was a female poet who became famous in Shacheng because of her novels.

This is a strange thing. Leng Yueruoxue, who has been engaged in poetry creation for many years, is not famous in the literary world because of her poems, but a novel of nearly 100,000 words has established her position in the literary world of Shacheng, and she published it. The only short novel.Since then, readers have never seen her novels again.So some people assert that if she still plunges headlong into the poetry creation team that has shown bleak prospects in this era where efficiency is the core, she is irrational and fruitless.Many people in the literary circle feel sorry for Leng Yueruoxue, thinking that she is a genius for writing novels.But Leng Yueruoxue was unmoved, she did not embark on the path of novel creation by virtue of the unexpected honor, which caused some doubts: What is the origin of the novel called ?Can she write novels?There was even speculation about whether she hired the shooter.

At the Badain Jaran Poetry Symposium, Leng Yueruoxue frankly said to the participants that it was not a novel at all, it was just her inner feelings or monologue, but it was expressed in the form of a fictional story. You can get a glimpse of its clues.She also said that the structure and language of the poem are relatively prose, and it can be called modern poetry, and this is not her first text style. Some people questioned her remarks on the spot: After all, novels are not prose. If novels are used to express feelings, it is impossible for a person’s true heart and real experience to be unobstructed. This is something no author can do; Otherwise it can only be regarded as a hypocritical lie, a lie fabricated by a person pretending to be himself.

She calmly responded to this: Many texts are actually piled up by dreamlike ravings or lies, including the so-called history of the huge volume. Apart from the place names, how many authentic and credible things are there?I really don't understand why people have such great curiosity to seek the truth in the pile of old papers full of lies?Not to mention literary creation!Its nature has stipulated that there are a lot of fictional elements in it, how can it be bound by "truth"? How can a novel be written like prose or poetry! ? Leng Yueruoxue's point of view did not win the approval of most of the participants, and the criticism she incurred for being different can be imagined.There is a highly respected writer in Shacheng who is relatively conservative. Although he has already closed his pen and has not published any works for many years, he often takes it as his duty to educate and train new literary talents.In the process of concluding his speech, he criticized Leng Yueruoxue earnestly and without worry, telling her not to play word games that people could not understand when writing. This is irresponsible to himself and the readers.The voice of this senior seemed to say that her sudden popularity in the literary world was all due to her word games that caused criticism.This stabbed her self-esteem greatly.She proudly told her seniors who taught her earnestly that even if I never write novels again, I will not change my mind.The face of the senior immediately changed, and some people who had supported her also turned against each other. The poetry seminar turned into a criticism meeting to denounce Leng Yueruoxue's creative attitude.But she did not agree with her doubters, even though their literary achievements were much greater than hers.

In the Shacheng literary circle where mutual compliments are the norm, perhaps it was the frankness of this unusual woman that caught Lu Siyu's attention, even though he did not know how to write novels.When he saw her loneliness and sentimentality sitting alone in the yurt, and the black dress blending with the desolate scene of the desert at dusk, he thought of an old song called "Olive Tree", which is a certain song. An episode in a Taiwanese film.Maybe there are others, such as the picture scroll of ancient women waiting for recruits to return, or Dai Wangshu's poem "Rain Lane".