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Huang Qiuyun: Sincere, melancholy essayist

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I said to Sun Ben: Huang Qiuyun is your earliest confidant. Sun Ben said: Yes. And Lü Jian. From 1961 to 62, Huang wrote three articles commenting on Sun Ben's works, from Sun's overall literary style, from the artistic characteristics of "The First Record of the Wind and Clouds", from the sketching kung fu of "Jinmen Xiaoji", almost a tracking appreciation and criticism of Sun Ben's new works. In the earth-shaking noise of the great gongs and drums of the times, not many people paid attention to Sun's works; Huang Qiuyun ran out of the lively theater, heard the real singing of Jinmen in the cold and silent wilderness, and wrote down the scarce literary reviews of that era with his artistic accomplishment and literary taste.

Wong graduated from an Irish-run secondary school in Hong Kong. His father was the owner of a large Western medicine pharmacy, and the family wanted him to study medicine. However, he was influenced by relatives and aspired to literature. In 1935, he was admitted to tsinghua and five other universities at the same time, and finally chose Tsinghua.

From Hong Kong to Peking university, I am encountering the "129" movement. When he was a student, he joined the Communist Party and started a revolution with Li Chang, Wei Junyi and a group of other classmates. When the Chinese nation reached the most dangerous time, this group of enthusiastic young people threw themselves into the great salvation movement. In his memoirs, he has a section about Mr. Wen Yiduo giving them a lesson:

"Mr. Wen's classes are informal, other teachers are in class during the day, and he prefers to schedule classes in the evening. I still remember that whenever the lantern was first lit, or haoyue was the head, he always walked into the classroom with a slightly drunk feeling, and chanted in his mouth: There is nothing to do, drink bitterly, and read "Leaving sorrow" well, so that he can be a real celebrity! Then he recited, he explained, he played, sometimes with mournful songs and generosity, sometimes with tears, sometimes with great enthusiasm and praise. Rather than saying that Mr. Wen attracts us with his profound knowledge, detailed research, and unique insights, Wu Ning says that he is excited by a strong patriotic spirit and deep feelings of compassion. ”

The iron hooves of the Japanese invaders stepped into Beiping, "North China is so big that it is no longer possible to put a calm desk", And Huang he and his classmates went south to participate in the actual revolutionary work. According to his understanding of his own personality, he has a "too soft heart and a sensitive temperament", but the work he will do in the future is risky, dangerous and irritating underground intelligence work. He had infiltrated a Japanese intelligence agency in Hong Kong, and had served as a major staff officer at the Seventh Theater Command, carrying a pistol. According to his account, within twenty meters, do not dare to say a hundred shots, will not fall on target. When I only read his prose and did not understand his situation, I once said to Brother Xie Daguang, who knew him: Huang Qiuyun's prose is melancholy. Xie smiled and said: In fact, others are not like this, he is from the military. Huang Yiwen yiwu, engaged in clandestine intelligence work in the revolutionary ranks, and at the same time interacted with many cultural people, and used his martial body to practice literary affairs. The memoirs contains a chapter devoted to his dealings with Qiao Guanhua while he was in the Dongjiang guerrilla zone. Joe is an alcoholic, there is rice wine in the local area, only sold to people who can speak Cantonese, he helps Joe buy, Qiao is good at knowing people, saying that he can only be a staff member at most, not a material that stands alone. Some critics said that he was "sincere passion"; after he turned into literature and entered the writers' association of New China to compile newspapers and periodicals, his interest and cultivation were revealed.

In 1956, he had a famous essay entitled: "Don't close your eyes in the face of the people's suffering." The reason for his writing this article was to see that after liberation, the lives of peasants in many places did not improve, and they were even very poor. On the outskirts of Beijing, he saw with his own eyes that peasants were still eating pickles, while some writers had become a privileged class and lived a life of pampering. The peasants who had supported the revolution did not share the fruits of victory with the writers, and there was a strong contrast, and Huang Qiuyun was angry. When he left TsinghuaYuan that year, he joined the revolution with a group of enthusiastic young people in order to liberate the toiling masses of the whole of China. His conscience commanded him to write such an article, and the intellectual's sense of responsibility required him to write such a sharp article. No accident, this article caused him trouble, fortunately he was old, had a special experience, and was not too cruelly hit. His character, in the days of suffering, developed affinity with the literary works of sorrow. The classics "Under the Lilacs" and "Lost in the Mist" are the sweet sorrows he has experienced in the past.

"Under the Lilacs" is a real experience for him. In 1936, he participated in the coffin carrying parade of famous Peking students and was injured by military police. In the pursuit of the military police, he ran to the south entrance of the north pond near Tiananmen And hurried into a small courtyard to hide. A female middle school student in the courtyard bandaged his wounds and asked him to change into her eldest brother's clothes and hat before letting him leave. After returning to school, he wrote a letter to the girl who had rescued him, agreeing to return his clothes and hats in front of the lilac bushes in Zhongshan Park. An 18-year-old male college student and a female middle school student meet under the lilac flowers, feelings of gratitude and hazy love coexist, the beauty of the encounter and the sadness of the breakup are together. Huang Qiuyun was shy by nature, did not dare to express it further in front of the girl, and hurriedly watched the girl leave, leaving an eternal sorrow. In the early 1990s, students at Tsinghua University adapted the old alumnus' works into a play, and the title of the play was "Under the Lilacs". This essay is a vibrant and sparkling chapter in the writer's life history, and it is also a factor in his melancholy. If you compose this work, it is especially suitable for cello to play.

The plot of "The Lost Terrace of the Mist" is more tortuous than that of "Under the Lilacs". Huang recounted that on days of mental depression, he was trapped in his own courtyard and always heard the sound of a violin playing from the window of his neighbor's house. Some of the tunes he was familiar with. He lives in a typical courtyard in Beijing, where his next-door neighbor lives in a small two-story building, and curiosity encourages him to climb up to the neighbor's small building, where the fate of the father and daughter has attracted his long-term attention. "When you meet, why should you ever know each other, the same is the fallen man of the end of the world." Because of fate and music, the neighbors across the wall resonate with each other, and the girl who plays the violin has also read his works!

Huang's collection of essays is titled The Tragedy of Rusting the Soul. After walking through the long road of life, experiencing the terrifying waves of politics, and seeing many distorted people and things, Huang Qiuyun returned to the torture of people's hearts and questioned the soul.

Huang Qiuyun: Sincere, melancholy essayist
Huang Qiuyun: Sincere, melancholy essayist
Huang Qiuyun: Sincere, melancholy essayist
Huang Qiuyun: Sincere, melancholy essayist
Huang Qiuyun: Sincere, melancholy essayist
Huang Qiuyun: Sincere, melancholy essayist
Huang Qiuyun: Sincere, melancholy essayist
Huang Qiuyun: Sincere, melancholy essayist