There were no computers at that time, so it was just like that, with a pen slowly stamping on the manuscript paper again and again. After copying a poem, my hands were sore but my heart was hot. Wang Guozhen said that if you create short works, you will have a greater chance of being published. You see, it's so real. It's not a so-called "literary call", it's just to turn those words into type. Isn’t this idea particularly “utilitarian” nowadays? However, at that time, this was the most real fire in a young man's heart.
Afterwards, the poem was actually published. on China Youth Daily. When he said that poem, it seemed very childish. But the key thing is that it gave him confidence. People, sometimes it's so weird, even a faint light can brighten the ocean in your heart.
Who is looking for Wang Guozhen?
What moved me the most was the "manuscript" thing.
The book has not yet been published, but the children have already copied it down. They used the scented letter paper to copy "Love Life" stroke by stroke, put it in the textbook and placed it under the pillow.
There is a wife of a man who is an editor in a publishing house and is a middle school teacher by profession. She confiscated the student's notebook and complained to her husband in a low voice after returning home: Why do people always copy this poem named Wang Guozhen?
Just because of such a murmur, the people at Xueyuan Publishing House started to think. They went to the bookstall and squatted there, as if someone was really looking for him. Looking for Wang Guozhen's book, but there is none!
What is this called? This is the so-called market reverse promotion of art. It is not the editor who discovers the poet, but the readers who use their own strength to "recommend" the poet.
The publisher offered conditions: the highest remuneration, the fastest speed, and the best binding.
Wang Guozhen said that the feeling was like "pie falling from the sky." After 23 days, the collection of poems was published. In an era when it was extremely difficult to publish a collection of poems (the same is true now), this situation is undoubtedly close to a myth.
Why do those sentences stay?
"Since you have chosen a distant place, you only have to worry about the wind and rain."
“There is no road longer than feet, and no mountain higher than man.”
Frankly speaking, just looking at these sentences, they are all straightforward and popular language. There is neither the hazy interest like Gu Cheng nor the heavy feeling like Beidao. However, the wonderful thing is that when you are in a lovelorn situation, when you can hardly support yourself during the postgraduate entrance examination, when you stand at a fork in the road in life and don't know where to go -.
What suddenly popped into my mind was not those complicated images, but precisely these simple and understandable words.
Some people called what he wrote "fake poetry" and claimed that it was "chicken soup for the soul" and a collection of "aphorisms and aphorisms". He made no rebuttal. He only said lightly later that his poems had been pirated for 20 years, with a total of 20 million copies. Pirates are not fools. They won't be willing to print something that no one will read.
Time is quite a snobbish thing. It will wash away those flashy things, leaving some real things.
People are old, but poetry is still young
There is one detail that is particularly interesting.
The people who bought his books in the 1990s were college students in their twenties.
Later, when he got older, he inquired again and found that the book buyers were still in their twenties.
Viewers are always young. His poems are like a stable reference point, standing there. Every group of young people passing by had to stop and take a look, and then move forward with some strength.
Wang Guozhen said something that I still remember:
“People may grow old, but poetry is always young.”
This is so true.
He continued his life in poetry.
We also believed
In fact, looking back, we miss Wang Guozhen, what exactly are we missing?
I think I miss myself who could copy poems.
I guess I miss that age when I firmly believed that "as long as you have a passion for life, everything will be within your expectations."
At that time, the world was not cut into pieces by short videos, but we still had the patience to be touched by a sentence and tossing and turning because of a line of words.
The collection of poems belongs to him, placed there quietly, at the small end of the desk. The pages of the book have turned yellow, and the corners of the book have some rolled wrinkles. However, every time I opened it, the words were still warm.
As he said:
"You can't live without laughter,
How lonely a world without laughter would be. "
He has been gone for almost ten years.
But his laughter and the sentences he spoke are still floating and echoing among this group of young people who still have the intention to read poetry.
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