Chapter 40 chapter Ten

A certain army and a certain infantry division, as soon as they received the order to participate in the war, began to recruit Maoerdong literary and art propaganda teams, preparing to perform in Beijing.The tear-jerking camouflage uniforms worn by the actors are not worn by the front-line troops (the Vietnamese army hates scouts and specializes in wearing camouflage uniforms).Couplets are popular in war zones, one couplet per room, one couplet per hole, and there are couplets at the Pine Branch Caimen. The number of couplets owned by the participating field troops is at least ten times that of the entire Chinese People's Liberation Army.The twin variety of couplets is calligraphy, holding a gun in one hand and a pen in the other, and fighting for a year. If the calligraphy of the chiefs and government officials does not improve, they will not graduate from the Department of Culture of the War University.Backing the mountain to write about the mountain, the rich mines of the old mountain are endless. There are no fewer than ten people who want to write "Revelation of the Old Mountain", and the materials are all private property.It's really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Teachers of literary journals have discovered so many rookies one after another, and the works of rookies are scattered all over the country.

The most eye-catching one is the group of poets.There are poets in Laoshan, poetry clubs in Laoshan, poetry newspapers in Laoshan, and poetry clubs in Laoshan, where some famous poets come to add to the fun.There are so many poems written by Laoshan, which is a bit like the "April 5th" Tiananmen poetry wave in 1976.Well written too.Without the capacity of a hundred poetry collections, Laoshan's poems cannot be excerpted.Even if there are hundreds of poetry collections, the thoughts and feelings of people with pierced cat ears are endless.Maoerdong people are thinking, thinking about nation, history, life, and war in the smoke.There are variegated colors, dazzling eyes, and deafening pops.There is obsession, longing, hope, and thinking about the flow of the smoke, looking forward to the bitter olive wind blowing green this scorched earth again.War is the fuse of thinking; thinking is the kindling of poetic burning.The people who call themselves the Maoerdong Poetry School, inside and outside the cave, sang to the sky and the earth a song of thinking in the smoke.