Chapter 520 "Fragments of Civilization"

After writing it and revising it carefully, Fang Minghua was ready to publish it, naturally in Yanhe magazine.

After breakfast this morning, Fang Minghua drove to the "Yanhe" magazine with four prose manuscripts.

The car parked across the road. As soon as Fang Minghua entered the magazine compound, everyone passing by smiled and greeted him.

Fang Minghua went directly to the third floor and knocked on the office with two signs: president and editor-in-chief. This was originally his office, but now Bai Miao works here.

"Minghua!"

Bai Miao saw him coming in and quickly stood up to greet him.

"Hurry up and sit down. Now that you've been transferred, you won't come here to sit here often. Everyone misses you." Bai Miao complained while pouring tea.

"It's time to come over." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

Since resigning as editor-in-chief last year, he rarely comes to the magazine except for occasional private contacts with a few close friends.

Don't come over here if you have nothing to do, so as not to affect other people's work.

In fact, if you think about it, the term "people take tea to cool down" is not so derogatory, but in line with reality.

"Bai Miao, I followed Lu Yao to the Tianhan area some time ago and wrote some prose travel notes. What do you think?"

Fang Minghua said as he took out a stack of manuscripts from his briefcase and handed them to Bai Miao.

"Have you written prose?" Bai Miao was a little surprised when he heard this: "You drink tea slowly first, and I'll take a look."

Bai Miao took the manuscript and read it carefully for a while before raising his head: "Minghua, is this prose?"

"What? It doesn't look like it?" Fang Minghua asked after taking a sip of tea.

"No, I thought you were like Jia Pingwa and had a prose book like "The First Records of Shangzhou", but I didn't expect it was not the same thing at all."

"It's different. Pingwa wrote "The First Record of Shangzhou". I can't write a similar "The First Record of Tianhan", right?" Fang Minghua joked.

"Minghua, your essay reminds me of the essays of two old scholars, Jin Kemu and Zhang Zhongxing. One wrote "Swallow Pecking at Spring Ni" and the other wrote "Negative Words of Negation"," Bai Miao said about his point of view .

"They integrated academic knowledge and rational thinking into their prose. They did not pay special attention to the "standard" of the prose title, but regarded it as another form of self-expression or focus on reality besides professional research. I think The method you wrote is very similar to theirs.”

"You're right. I borrowed their writing techniques. I call them cultural prose."

"Cultural prose? This name is new. I asked Wuchun to come over." Bai Miao said and picked up the phone on his desk.

Late spring is Zhao late spring, the deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial department and the leader of the prose poetry group, who was also promoted by Fang Minghua.

Zhao Muchun came over and greeted Fang Minghua. When he saw the article written by Fang Minghua, he was surprised and happy.

"Chairman Fang, it seems you haven't forgotten our poetry and prose group."

"Look what you said, I've been thinking about it." Fang Minghua replied, but he felt a little guilty.

To be honest, during his tenure as editor-in-chief, his focus had been on novels, and he occasionally paid attention to poetry, mainly because he had close contacts with the people in Nishikawa.

As for prose, I rarely care.

"Chairman Fang, we want all four essays. We will publish two in this issue first and leave the remaining two for the next issue." Zhao Muchun immediately decided: "Chairman Fang, do you still want to write?"

"If it's suitable, I plan to write a series." Fang Minghua expressed his thoughts.

The more Zhao Wuchun listened, the happier he became.

Oh my god.

If this series of essays were published, wouldn't it create a genre of essays?

Yes, I just thought of the name, cultural prose!

After Fang Minghua finished speaking, Zhao Munchun said: "In this case, I will temporarily open a column in our magazine to publish your essays! By the way, what is the name of your series?"

"It's mainly about what I saw and felt when I visited Tianhan and Baiyin areas. Let's call it Travels to the Northwest." Fang Minghua expressed his thoughts.

After listening to this, Zhao Wuchun pondered for a moment and then said: "Editor Fang, let me make a suggestion. According to what you just said, they are basically cultural relics, a humanistic atmosphere against a natural background, and vicissitudes of wisdom against the background of life. , how about just calling it "Fragments of Civilization"?

Oops

You are following Yu Qiuyu's path, leaving Yu Qiuyu with nowhere to go in the future.

"Okay, you do what you want." Fang Minghua agreed.

"Since this is a series, Editor Fang, you'd better write a preface to briefly introduce your visit to Tianhan and Baiyin." Zhao Wuchun reminded again.

"Okay, let me think about it." Fang Minghua agreed.

Soon, a fresh preface came out:

"I am Han, I speak Chinese, and I write Chinese characters because we have a great dynasty - the Han Dynasty. A very important town in the Han Dynasty was Tianhan. This is the hometown of the Han people.

Last month, my friend Lu Yao and I, accompanied by Xu Yue, the editor-in-chief of "Chinese and Foreign Documentary Literature" magazine, went back to our "hometown" together.

Thousands of years of historical changes, in the blink of an eye, the past and present have been intertwined into dreams. Let's approach it and have another sweet dream of being a big man again.

The May issue of "Yanhe" magazine officially published the first two essays in Fang Minghua's "Fragments of Civilization" series: "The Age of Awakening" and "Columbus of the East."

As an author, Fang Minghua certainly wanted to know what readers thought of these two essays. Bai Miao also said that he would sort out the relevant letters from readers and have them delivered to his home.

However, Fang Minghua had not yet received a letter from a reader, but received a call from Liu Jianjun of Western University.

"Minghua, take some time in these two days to come to Western University."

"Principal Liu, what's the matter?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Lecture."

"Didn't I just finish speaking last week? I have to speak again so soon?" Fang Minghua felt strange.

From last autumn to now, Fang Minghua has finished talking about two important schools of avant-garde novels popular in the literary world in the 1980s: stream of consciousness and magical realism.

According to his plan, the next series is going to be about postmodernist novels represented by Ma Yuan, but it will be scheduled in a month, why is it so urgent?

"I read two essays you published in Yanhe magazine. They are very interesting. Tell the students about the characteristics and writing techniques of this type of prose. I would also like to hear it!"

ah? this?

"After I finish talking about this, you don't have to come to class this semester." Liu Jianjun said with a smile on the phone.

Well, that's good advice.

"Okay, let's set it to next Tuesday. I have to prepare." Fang Minghua said.

"Okay, next Tuesday, at 2:30 p.m., in the school auditorium." Liu Jianjun spoke crisply.

Why put it in the auditorium again?

Wasn't that another lecture for thousands of people?