Jimu news reporter Xu Ying
In addition to writing, she also likes photography and painting, and the writer Zhang Jie held the "Zhang Jie Oil Painting Exhibition" in Beijing 8 years ago, and said in her speech that this was her "farewell performance" and "farewell to this". At that time, she said in her speech: "I left a will: after I die, first, do not give obituary." Second, say goodbye without remaining. Third, there will be no memorial service. Please also, friends, don't write articles in my memory. As long as you remember in your heart, there was once such a friend as Zhang Jie, it is enough. ”
In the 1980s, Zhang Jie, Wang Meng and other literary writers of the new period became extremely popular. The death of an influential writer is still inevitable to be commemorated. The China Writers Network published a commemorative column on its official website on February 7, and since then the media have also published the news of Zhang Jie's death. On February 8, the China Writers Network published Zhang Jie's speech at the 2014 art exhibition "Farewell here" on the official WeChat, and wrote at the beginning: "Following Zhang Jie's wishes, we will not make too many commemorations, only relive her 'final farewell' to her friends at the exhibition, and attach a note of The Impression of Zhang Jiewen and paintings by Tie Ning, chairman of the China Writers Association." Through these two articles, people can also perceive the true disposition of this old writer. On the afternoon of February 8, the official WeChat of the People's Literature Publishing House also briefly recalled Zhang Jie's relationship with the People's Literature Publishing House, and also forwarded the speech "Farewell here".
Zhang Jie is not very satisfied with famous articles such as "Love, Cannot Be Forgotten"
On February 8, Yang Liu, senior editor of the People's Literature Publishing House, said in an interview with Jimu News that Zhang Jie was an old author and friend of the People's Literature Publishing House. In the 1980s, with full of passion and trust, she handed over the manuscript of her first novel, "Heavy Wings", to the Humanities Society, which also went through twists and turns in the publishing process, and President Wei Junyi did his best to publish this masterpiece smoothly and became a contemporary masterpiece that was popular throughout the country and famous all over the world.
When Zhang Jie decided to seal her pen in her later years, she revised all her retained works one by one and handed them to the People's Literature Publishing House. "She said very directly: 'I'm so old, people always have to go, who do I give these things to?' Only to the Humanities Society. She also gave us her daughter's phone address, saying that she would be able to keep in touch for a long time. ”
In the "Zhang Jie Anthology", "Love, can not be forgotten", "Children from the forest" and other famous articles, Zhang Jie is not included. She said, "A lot of my stuff at that time was not considered literature. Willow said, "You don't like it yourself, but readers like it, and society acknowledges that there is a place in the history of literature." Everyone just likes the sincere, simple and beautiful things in these works. But Zhang Jie was still determined. This is true not only for words, but also for things outside the body, and do not hesitate to leave. In the end, she gave away everything in the family, destroyed many photos and letters, sold her house in Beijing, and went to her daughter to spend her last years. In October 2014, when she returned to China to hold an exhibition, she released a speech entitled "Farewell to This", and has not appeared in public since. ”
Yang Liu feels that Zhang Jie is a true temperament and maverick person, who has nothing to say, will not bend over backwards, is not sticky to the literary world, and does not care about the evaluation and fame and fortune of the outside world. Write your own words, be yourself, this is Zhang Jie. She has gone through many tribulations in her life, which is why she can put her head up so high.
Life is very frank, not dressed or pretended
Writer Zhang Jie also came to Wuhan before his death, and He Ziying, editor-in-chief of Changjiang Literature and Art Magazine, recalled to the Jimu news reporter, "When I saw the news of Teacher Zhang Jie's death on the Internet, I remembered that when Teacher Zhang Jie came to Wuhan in late 1993 and early 1994, when Wang Yang was the editor-in-chief of Yangtze River Literature and Art Magazine, she was invited to come to a gathering. At that time, when I was young, the magazine sent me to accompany Teacher Zhang Jie, who kept calling me 'Little He Xiao He'. He Ziying recalled, "The magazine invited Teacher Zhang Jie to eat at a hotel near the Provincial Museum, and during the meal she always praised the delicious food of Hubei. After eating, she saw that there was a surplus of food, and told us to pack and take it away, saying that it was a pity to lose a good dish! At that time, we did not have the concept of leftover packaging, acting a little embarrassed, she said that there was something embarrassing about this, she immediately called the waiter to pack, there was no disposable lunch box at that time, she asked the waiter to bring a plastic bag, personally put the leftovers in a plastic bag for us to take away. At that time, we felt that Teacher Zhang Jie was really a frank and lovely person, she was so famous, but she did not pretend to be at all. ”
Say goodbye
Text/Zhang Jie
More than thirty years ago, Mr. Bing Xin said to me, she said: "Among our old friends, it is now time to see one side and one side less." And now, it's my turn to say that.
In our texts, we often use the word "forever", but it is always impossible... Flowers blossom and fall sometimes, the back wave of the Yangtze River pushes the front wave... It is the right thing to retreat at the right time. I had been looking forward to a formal occasion for me to say these words solemnly, but this opportunity was really hard to come by. Of course, behind the Museum of Modern Literature is actually the Chinese Writers Association, as well as my "mother's home" Beijing Writers Association, which organized this exhibition for me and gave me this rare opportunity to show my heart. Saying that it is a painting exhibition is indeed a farewell performance for me.
In addition to thanking the Chinese Writers Association, the Museum of Modern Chinese Literature, and my "mother's" Beijing Writers Association for their support, I am also very, very ashamed. Why? Because since I was a child, my mother told me that all giving should be reciprocated, and I tried to do the same. But some giving is really unrequited. In fact, I would like to discuss this with my mother: Do you think that all giving can be reciprocated, and some giving is actually not reciprocated. That's why I'm often so ashamed when confronted with giving that I can't reciprocate. So these unrequited givings became my heart debt, making my heart restless. This spring, I wrote these mental debts into a manuscript, but it was rejected, and this is the second time in my life that I have been rejected. I also know that it is really difficult to publish because it involves many historical figures and historical backgrounds at that time. But it doesn't matter, these things are recorded in my diary, and I think that before I leave this world, it will definitely get a chance to publish.
Since I was a teenager, when I was just able to lift half a bucket of water, I had to be a man, and I had to be a woman, and when I grew up, I had to bear the burden of "being a man", and I was really tired and exhausted. But this time the exhibition, which may also be the last big thing I did, the organizer did not let me spend a little effort, did not let me worry about it, did not let me move a finger... How does a person who has been tired and exhausted all his life feel when he encounters this situation for the first time? That's a thousand words out of the question. If you like my paintings, I'm happy, and if you don't, stink, I don't care. My current state is cloudy and light. Many years ago, I wrote a short article in which I said that when I left this world, I wish I would only remember the good ones and forget the bad ones. That's easy to say, but it's not easy to do. Just seven or eight years ago, when I slept until midnight, I would sit up, yell at the darkness, and then lie down with a snort, but now I really let go.
I never believed in any religion, but I believed in some strange things. I would often sit in a long chair under a tree, and the wind in that corner, without direction, felt that the wind blowing from different directions gradually blew away bad memories of hurt, insult, rumor-mongering, slander, etc., leaving only memories of my friends' love, warmth, concern, help, and so on. At the same time, I also met a puppy named Lucy, whose eyes were extremely clean, and who often tilted his small head and stared at me for a long time. When it looked at me with such clean eyes, I felt like it was washing my soul. I am also very grateful to Fate for giving me this great gift at the end of my life, so that I can only remember the good and forget the bad memories. Finally, I would like to say that I left a will at a very good law firm: after I died, first, I did not issue an obituary. Second, say goodbye without remaining. Third, there will be no memorial service. Please also, friends, don't write articles in my memory. As long as you remember in your heart, there was once such a friend as Zhang Jie, it is enough. Thank you again to all the guests, Zhang Jie said goodbye. (Zhang Jie's speech at his solo exhibition in October 2014, courtesy of the People's Literature Publishing House)