Chapter 6 my newborn

In 1929, the Japanese army withdrew and the Kuomintang re-entered.On the road of studying, I have opened up a new world since then. At this time, Beiyuan High School closed its doors, and a new Shandong Provincial Jinan High School was established, which is the only senior high school in the province.I didn't take the exam, so I entered the school. A group of Kuomintang officials have been replaced in the school, and the "party" spirit is quite strong, which is annoying.But the overall mental outlook is completely new.The most obvious one is Chinese class. The "Great Qing Dynasty" is gone, scriptures are no longer read, and classical Chinese composition has been changed to vernacular.Most of the Chinese teachers were well-known new writers at that time.My first Chinese teacher was Martyr Hu Yepin.He seldom gave lectures, and every lecture was to promote "modern literature and art", also known as "Persian literature", that is, proletarian literature.Some young people, including me, were very excited and openly set up a table outside the dormitory door, calling for everyone to participate in the "Modern Literature and Art Research Association".I was preparing to publish a publication, and I wrote an article for this purpose called "The Mission of Modern Literature and Art", which swallowed some sentences from the so-called Marxist literary theory translated from Japanese.The translation is like a heavenly book, and I probably can't understand it, but the article is full of revolutionary indignation and slogans, but it was written in an open manner.Before the article could be published, the Kuomintang wanted Mr. Hu. He fled to Shanghai in a hurry, and was killed by the Kuomintang a year or two later.My dream of revolution burst like a soap bubble, and there was no "revolution" from then until Liberation.

The person who picked up Mr. Hu was Mr. Dong Qiufang (Dongfen).He is a little friend of Lu Xun. He graduated from Peking University and translated a copy of "The Waves of Struggle for Freedom", with a preface written by Lu Xun.Somehow, the composition I wrote got his attention. He discovered my writing "genius" and thought it was the best in the class and the whole school.I'm a little swayed, which is natural.Up to now, in the long process of sixty years, no matter what kind of research work I do, I have never put down the pen to write prose.It doesn't matter if it's written well or not.For myself, articles can express my feelings, express my joy, assuage my anger, and stimulate my ambition.Such benefits are not too small.I will always miss my respected teacher!

In this year, what my heart mirror reflected seemed to be my new life.