Chapter 7 3. I want a revolution (2)

In contrast to Li Xincheng are officials of the Kuomintang.Once I received an order from the school to listen to the speech of Wen Moumou, director of the municipal social bureau.The "talker box" of our family was bought from the family members of the Japanese army who lived in the alley after Japan announced its surrender. . I don’t remember what Director Wen said at all, or why middle school students had to listen to him, but I do remember his weird voice, official voice, with accents, male duck voice, nonsense, but no sense of art. .I believe that the end of a regime can be seen from the language, and the decline and bankruptcy of the language first started the process of going downhill.Similarly, the rise of a political force also shows its own strength from the language.The comparison between him and Comrade Li Xin is like heaven and earth.I immediately firmly believed: Comrade Li Xin, the logic of the Communists, justice, speak for the people, brand-new ideals, full of hope, full of confidence, eloquent, eloquent, enlightening wisdom, truth in hand, invincible... No force can stand in the way Can't live.As a new force of the Communist Party, how bright, how scientific, how accomplished, and how exciting she spoke!

And it's not just the comparison of these two men.I read left-wing works, new terminology, new ideas, new concepts, high-level, powerful, strong, clear, pungent, deep, thorough, enlightening, enlightening, windy and thunderous, simple and clear, refreshing.And when you look at the works of the old regime, such as Jiang's "The Destiny of China", it is half-literary, half-literal, clichéd, lukewarm, vague, chewing hot eggplant in his mouth, incomprehensible, and echoing what others say. Its dizziness makes it impossible for people to make it clear.Just by looking at the language, you will know who has defeated whom.

Mining Middle School has a tradition of playing softball. I still don't know whether the softball we learned from the Japanese at that time is the sport now known as baseball.On the softball team, there is a short, sophomore in high school. He is a lively, witty, humorous, and excellent back baseman named He Ping.Even if he loses the ball and misses the ball, his sweet and unrestrained smile will win him applause.One day at noon, I was standing idle on the playground, waiting for the afternoon class.He came over and talked to me.I have been known by many students because of my success in the speech contest.He asked me what I was reading.

After answering some titles, I said, "...my mind," and I paused, then suddenly declared, "—left!" Not to mention the coincidence, He Ping is an old underground party member. My announcement made his eyes shine, and he has since become the leader of my revolution.When I think about it, I still can't explain clearly, maybe I don't understand the danger at all for the purpose of making such an announcement to classmates I don't know well.I can only say that this is history, this is the law, this is God’s will, when the requirements of the revolution are based on the basis of the revolution, the conditions for the revolution are so strong that even children have to make a revolutionary declaration, when this declaration is like When fire and lightning strike as soon as firewood is touched, such a revolution is of course completely inevitable and cannot be stopped.

In the winter of 1986, when I was the Minister of Culture, I held discussions with a large number of foreign experts in China.There was also a famous writer who was two years younger than me and had the same twists and turns.I mentioned the left leaning of Chinese writers and the prominent position of left-wing literature in the history of modern literature.My colleague and good friend argued that he and his generation had never liked the left, and it was never possible to want to be left.Woohoo!I was surprised, and also very sad, that leftist has become a bad term for a writer who is only two years younger than me.What does the husband say?Who can speak?

Afterwards, my father followed Comrade Li Xin to the Liberated Areas, and went to North University where my father's teacher Fan Wenlan was the principal.And I immediately followed He Ping on the road of revolution.