Chapter 12 Transcript of Huang Yongyu's speech at Yuelu Academy 6

River embankment finishing talk about literature When I talk about literature, I don't talk about it theoretically. I just say that I have experienced this kind of life in literature. I am also very presumptuous. For decades, I have held music lectures - I can't even figure out the staves. (Boom, applause) I also gave boxing and wrestling lectures, (boom) Also taught geology, forestry and entomology.Therefore, my talk about literature today is the same as the above-mentioned speech, and it is not accurate. Why not?I stated my limitations early on. To be honest, the strength I rely on is "the words of a child, there are no taboos".

I am presumptuous in front of all experts, and put some childish, naive, and stupid arguments. I believe that I will be forgiven, and I even hope to be liked. Literature ranks first in my life, followed by sculpture, third by woodcut, and fourth by painting. I spend 70% of my life doing woodcutting, and at school, I teach woodcutting. Why do I like literature and sculpture, but painting comes last?Because painting can support the first three items. Be it literature or sculpture, neither of them can support themselves. (applause) When I can save enough, I can engage in literature and sculpture—it costs money and time.

For literature, a pen is enough, but the manuscript fee is too little. (applause) Literature brings me great joy. I write articles on the third floor of my home in Italy, and I laugh out loud when I am proud of it. My daughter asked me why are you laughing?I said that I wrote a proud paragraph about my hometown. Literature has given me a lot of freedom.I don't believe that others can give me freedom, I believe that I can give it. I believe in science, politics is science, and it is democracy. My first literary "work" was written on the window panels of the new house in my hometown more than 70 years ago.

Probably five or four years old.The full text is: "We are at home, everyone has something to do." There is also a Peking Opera facial make-up next to it. (applause) The "authorship fee" was very rich, and he was beaten hard. (Boom, applause) Xinmu's house is written in ink, which is almost "three points into wood", and the calligraphy is smooth, so it is still there after more than 70 years. The siding of the house is a memorial of the sanctity of the literary cross I bear. Many friends asked me, why do I not need a secretary, recording and computer when writing?

I don't understand how to write articles with a secretary, an answering machine, and a computer. Maybe generals and old revolutionaries need secretaries when they narrate their memoirs, but literature is not enough, it has the emphasis on words and sentences, It has the rhythm of the upper and lower ten days of rhyme, and the mood and atmosphere that take a long time to brew. It can't just tell a story, It has to enter the situation and enter the role, it has to concentrate, and it rushes out silently. If there is a second person sitting next to it, it will be disturbed. There is a Mr. Chen Shu, when he introduced, he said Joyce's writing style:

"Careful scrutiny in literature makes every word have the charm of music. Structurally speaking, the presentation, representation and development of characters, language and themes are exactly like a symphony. In addition, he imitates music, vocals and instruments, delicately handles words and syllables, rhythmic forms are carefully designed with vocal configurations, Vowels, consonants, phrases and beats, carefully arranged to achieve auditory effects, The treble and timbre are in harmony with the woodwind, brass, and percussion music, and are transmitted to the ears and brains of the listeners to become harmonious music.

His treatment of the central fugue makes the narrative part of the action, edited in carefully choreographed repetitive melodies. " That is to say, when he writes something, he thinks about music, syllables, and the arrangement of words. I like elegant literature, symphonic literature with many layers of musical background, So sometimes I deliberately look for the so-called background and layers to appreciate, and I also look at real life and characters in this way. This is the opening line of a storytelling, and the literature underneath is the story. Before the "Cultural Revolution", I and others were engaged in the "Four Cleanups" in Xingtai area. The secretary of the prefectural party committee was called He Yaoming (sound), and he often gave us reports.

Although his report is long, it is not annoying, and there are many wonderful interjections and stories.He told such a story: There is an old cook in his 70s in the big kitchen of the prefectural committee. He is an old Communist Party member and has no education.Before liberation, he was arrested and tortured by the Kuomintang, but he refused to confess. The executioner of the Kuomintang asked him, "Are you a member of the Communist Party?" He said, "Yes." "So do you know who your leader is?" He said, "It's clear." "Are you aware of your organization's activities?"

He said, "Why don't I understand, of course I understand." "Well then, tell us what you know, and we won't let you be tortured anymore." He said: "The superiors have confessed and are not allowed to speak!" (Applause) Later he was still working as a cook.He has no culture, so he doesn't need to sing and reason like Li Yuhe. It's that simple to say your basic idea. In 1959 I took a bright and funny student ——Now he is an old professor. He used to be in Changsha, but I don’t know where he is now——Go back to Fenghuang and urge him to do graduation creations.

He originally did it casually, drawing a few strokes, making a few etchings, and taking the portrait of his girlfriend in the film school as a graduation creation. I was very angry, so I forced him to go back to my hometown, Phoenix, with me.live in my house. A few days later, I accompanied him to the general barracks in the countryside with a local art youth. The general barracks is on a high mountain more than 70 miles away from Fenghuang, and it rained heavily on the day of departure.After leaving the city, I went up the river and arrived at Dixi. Dixi was the key scenic spot where I skipped school when I was a child. (applause)

There are cliffs on both sides of the river, mixed with bamboo forests and masson pine forests, and there are large trees above the mountainside. The sun does not shine on the river until noon. The river is shallow and wide, with trees mixed with countless stone strips, until the other side of the river is a device called jumping rock to transition pedestrians [Explanation: This is understandable, the stones stand upright, and people step on them to cross the river one by one. There are small piers on both sides, which is the only way to go to the market in distant villages. It was raining heavily, and five miles away from the city was already muddy.Walking on the mud in straw sandals is like skating, so we stopped in front of the two cabins facing each other on Xiaoshi Pier. The owner of the wooden house has a small cigarette stand, which also sells tea on sunny days. I took out the anti-slip "iron horse" I had prepared earlier from my backpack, and tied it under the straw sandals while I was resting. The owner of the wooden house is about 30 years old, a quiet and elegant person, he pulled out the straw under the mattress to rub the rope for me, and asked me where I was from and where I was going. I said he was a son of the Huang family on Wenxing Street in Beimen, and he became excited. He told me that he was a student of my parents. If we know each other, it will be easy to handle, and we will become close friends. I agreed that we would come back in two months, and he said that he would pick some tea leaves on the cliffs of the back mountain. Well, when we come back, we will have a good tea by the stream. We came back two months later, missing the owner of the tea pavilion and the pot of good camellia waiting for us all the way, After passing the rock jump, the door of the small wooden building was boarded up, maybe the owner has gone into the city. We sat on the stone steps in front of the wooden building, and it was really a long time in the book.After walking the remaining five miles in frustration, I returned home. My family lives on a hillside, and wild sumac grows on the hillside.A few days later, when I came home from the street, I saw a door panel parked by the side of the road. A dead man was covered under the quilt on the door panel, and an old lady was sobbing softly beside her, saying, "My dear, why are you so stupid." When I was eating, I remembered this and told my mother, and my mother said she had heard it a long time ago. This man was selling cigarettes for the commune in Dixi. A few days ago, a passer-by stopped by and stole more than two yuan from him. He thought that he had no money to pay the commune, so he hanged himself upstairs. So, while this friend was "hanging" upstairs, we were sitting downstairs, still missing his good pot of tea. At that time, it was said that one or two dollars could kill a person, but now no one will believe it.This is a story. There is another story. Around 1960, my group of students from the Printmaking Department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts and I went to a Heizuizi fishing area in Zhujiatun, Jin County, Liaoning to experience life for two months. I took my 4 year old daughter with me and gave her a chance to see the world. In the place of Heizuizi, fishermen only come here to fish during the fishing season, and they usually stay at their homes five or six miles away, so it will be deserted at that time. There are 20 or 30 fishermen, plus 20 or 30 people from the Academy of Fine Arts, it becomes a lively place. One day a sixteen or seventeen-year-old rural girl came to look for my daughter, and she fell in love with her when she saw her. He insisted that he would take her back to his home five miles away, and that he had a good thing to give her. I thought the good things were probably shells picked up in the sea, so a young fisherman and I and my daughter followed her on the road. To see what is going on.The road got farther and farther and steeper, passing through many wheat fields, and came to a quiet village where everyone was working in the fields. The girl opened the gate of a small courtyard on the side of the village, and then opened the door of the main room. Sweet potato seedlings were being cultivated on all the kangs. The girl was so excited that it took a lot of effort to open the door, and there were still seedlings on the kang. She stepped on the edge of the bed carefully, opened the locked closet, and took out a big red envelope from inside. She trembled with joy, taking care that my daughter was not anxious, On the first floor, second floor, third floor, and fourth floor, a white steamed bun the size of a baby's fist covered with four small red dots was opened. The steamed bun was as hard as a rock, and the girl blushed and yelled, eat it, look at the white buns. Daughter is very difficult.She couldn't bite, she looked at me. I quickly said, yes, how nice, thank you sister, let's take it home and eat slowly. In this way, we bid farewell to that girl.That kind of joy, that smile, I will never forget. ①Jin County is located in the middle of Luda City, facing the Yellow Sea in the east and Bohai Sea in the west.Harbin-Dalian Railway and Jinzhou-Chengzitan Railway meet in the territory. In 1963, the school sent me to join the Central Cultural Work Team. There are dozens of teams in total. I went to the Liaoning team, which was mainly composed of the Central Orchestra, and a few opera and dance theaters, Beijing theaters, modern theaters, and us painters. While participating in the "Four Cleanups", at the same time sending culture to the countryside.Along the railway line from Gaiping County① to Yingkou in Liaoning Province, I soaked for a total of one year. Once it snowed heavily, we worked in a village named Zhujiatun for three days. Those who engage in fine arts teach fellow villagers to paint, and those who engage in opera music and dance teach fellow villagers to sing and dance.On the third night, a party was held, and fellow villagers from all villages came to watch the fun. In addition to the fact that the cultural work team is the main body of the performance, the lesbians of the work team actually mobilized all the good-looking people and girls in the village within three days. They were trained to perform a song and dance in such a short period of time. After seeing it, the villagers were full of admiration, and they all said that it was so lively, it was really amazing. ①The old county name of Gaiping County. It was renamed Gai County in 1965.In the northwest of Liaodong Peninsula. It was still snowing heavily the next day, so we went elsewhere, on foot. Dozens of people in the team carried their gear on their shoulders. I was accompanied by a female cellist, she helped me carry the box, and I helped her carry the cello, huh huh huh, walking on the snow more than a foot deep was very ugly. She said, you know, after the performance last night, something big happened in our girls' class. I said I don't know. She said that when she returned to her residence after the performance, it was almost midnight when someone knocked on the door urgently. It turned out to be the girl who everyone said was the most beautiful girl in the village. As soon as she saw us, she hugged her head and cried, scaring us so much that we didn't know what to do. She said she lied to us.She said that she has grown up to be such a person, and she has never had such a good life like these three, who treat her as a person. She said I am sorry for your work team, I just want to get close to you, I am not the daughter of a poor and lower-middle peasant, I am the daughter of a rich peasant, I lied to you. This female cellist told me, she said, Lao Huang, I am the Secretary of the Communist Youth League, and this matter hit me in the head, One of the "four cleanups" is to clean up the class ranks. The nature of the matter is so serious, you can see whether I will report it or not. I have been playing the cello for her for so long, and I am already tired like a grandpa, and I still use this piece of news to suppress me, I should have called this bitch what she deserved.Because I'm so tired and dying, this wretched cello. I just said that you often said that you have reached menopause a while ago, your memory is not good, why is your memory so good now, won't you forget it! (Boom, applause) She walked in front, and after hearing what I said, she sniggered. I figured it out, and it was easy to laugh.In that year, there were many such stories.The story of a train is a train is really heavy to think about. After the reform and opening up, I encountered two stories. I went to Shanghai, but I haven't been there for many years, that's just the last two years.I live in a restaurant run by a Cantonese, far away from the city. I called a taxi.Unexpectedly, the driver was a lady, a young one.She was very curious about me, so she asked the old man what kind of work do you do? I say teach. What kind of book to teach? I say draw. She said Huahua, you are an old painter, my husband is also a painter, you don’t know, he is really talented, he can draw very well, What does the painting look like, it's a pity that you can't see him, such a naive pity. I said where does your husband work? She said she worked as a cashier in a paper factory, but now I won’t let him be a cashier, and tell him to quit his job and paint at home, and I will drive him to support him. In a few years, he will be as good a painter as you are, just wait and see. I just said you are amazing. She said that painting takes time, and I won't let him do the hard work. When I arrived at the hotel, I paid the fare, and I said you wait a moment, I will go up and come down immediately. I took out a painting album from the room, and asked her husband's name, congratulated him on his success, and gave him the painting album. I went to Xiamen a few years ago. I studied at Jimei School in Xiamen, where I have many classmates and acquaintances. So, my friend took me to go nostalgic everywhere, which made it very colorful.We went to Gulangyu Island. Gulangyu Island is different from before. There is a street dedicated to selling tourist souvenirs. Of course, antiques and paintings are inseparable. The friend and the boss are acquaintances, so it must be interesting to go to an antique shop. The boss is an acquaintance, not vulgar, he doesn't often mention friends and business in officials, he said half of opening this shop is for fun. I believe it, and I can understand if the other half doesn't say it. The person who poured the tea was a well-dressed fat man in his twenties, smiling, and he poured the tea very quickly. Cups are placed in front of the guests, and they disappear in a flash. The boss seemed to see our look, so he told us that this was a child from the street. What is a kid on the street? The boss added, the kids who grew up on our street. He pointed to this, he has some brain problems, mentally handicapped, very kind-hearted, he regards all the shops on this street as his home, Every family also treats him as their own child, who understands rules, manners, and fun, and eats at whichever house he goes, All the people in the street raised him, gave him pocket money and clothes, never lost his temper, he was good with all the children in the street, Then he pointed to the shop opposite, look, he was pouring tea there again. Where does he live?ask him. He has a family.There is a father who is a retired worker, and his mother has long since died.Recently, the Xiamen Municipal Government allocated a house to his father, which is on the third floor in the urban area. We won't let him go.He told his father that the child would get sick when he moved to Xiamen. The people and the place are sparsely populated, and they are not familiar with each other. It is not easy to adapt to the new environment. The kids on the street would bully him if he had nowhere to go.Then he stayed.The gang is trying to fix up the house for father and son to make life easier for them. It seems that when the world gets better, people will think about love again.Life is hard, love has nothing to rely on. I never believed what Jiang Qing said: "I would rather have the grass of socialism." Everyone eats grass, so is that still called socialism? (applause) Life is good, people have to reorganize the lost things, including love, culture, morality and even traffic order, everything will happen naturally, Don't brag, don't publicize, don't bluff, one day even the work of promoting good people and good things will be unnecessary. Think about the young wife who is the driver, think about the love on the street in Gulangyu Island, who knows that a little brush and ink will tarnish it. Let this peaceful and peaceful life go on without disturbing it. As Chekhov told us: "Good or bad, keep silent." Many years ago, I was walking down the street with Mr. Nie Gannu, and I told him a very good story. He said the story is not important, it depends on who tells it. It seems that the great "who" is important. When I was young, my father said that he heard my great-grandmother talk about Gong Ding’an. It was caused by the article "The Story of Bingmeiguan", She said that Gong Yaoren's character is cultivated from her articles. The old lady is blind. I met her when I was one or two years old.When I grew up, I often thought of this sentence. My own articles, accompanied by my own experience, cultivate myself. Chaplin went from burlesque to master, Chekhov from Chekhon who wrote comic articles to Chekhov who was a master, Both personality and temperament stand out from their own writing. (①That is Gong Zizhen, 1792-1841, courtesy name (Wang Se), a thinker and literary historian in the Qing Dynasty.) I don't understand the laws of literature, and I don't even have an outline when I write a novel. I don't draw drafts, I'm a layman, I'm outside the world, so I'm very courageous. In fact, it’s about gallbladder. A few years ago I was hospitalized and had my gallbladder removed. So my friend laughed at me and wrote me the first couplet of the vice couplet, asking for the second couplet, but no one has matched it up to now. This upper couplet is like this: "The one without courage is bolder than the one with courage." Boldness is not art, nothing great, I have no ambitions, my work is so-so, but my labor attitude is passable. In terms of labor attitude, Niu is much better than me, so it is not really an advantage.Thanks! (applause) "End of the full text"