Chapter 26 Poet



Chapter 26 Poet

As soon as Liu Lili, Xiang Bei and others left, the group of New Year's greetings from De County Youth League arrived again.

The leader Du Chenzhe brought five or six educated youth to visit. Among them, a female educated youth named Hu Yiqun took Tao Nanfeng by the hand and praised her like a flower.

"I often heard our Secretary Du mention you. This time I finally met you in person. I didn't expect you to be even better than others said. Not only is you beautiful, but you are also very capable. You led everyone to build a brick house. Compared with you, we are just the mud under the plum tree."

Du Chenzhe couldn't help but laugh when he heard her exaggeration: "Hu Yiqin, you have such a big mouth... Don't scare the little girl."

Tao Nanfeng pursed his lips and said nothing, only responding with a faint smile.

Hu Yiqin rolled her eyes at Du Chenzhe and said, "I heard that the other four educated youth sites all wanted to ask Tao Zhiqing to help build houses. I came here in advance to build a good relationship with Tao Zhiqing. This is to help Secretary Du solve his problems. Didn't you also say that you had a gift for Tao Nanfeng?"

Du Chenzhe is about 25 or 26 years old, of medium height, with a gentle and steady personality, and his actions and speech have the style of a veteran cadre. He was wearing a thick woolen coat today with a pen in his upper left pocket, a typical intellectual outfit of the time.

Hearing Hu Yiqin's words, he took out a neatly folded piece of letter paper from his pocket and handed it to Tao Nanfeng solemnly: "Thank you, Tao Zhiqing, this is a short poem I wrote in my spare time. I sincerely hope you can correct it."

Tao Nanfeng stared blankly at the palm-sized rectangular piece of letter paper in front of him, not knowing whether he should take it.

Pass a note?

——Tao Nanfeng had heard Tao You talk about this proudly at home before. Tao You is pretty, bright, passionate, smart and clever, and many boys in school like her. From time to time, she would receive "little notes" from boys expressing their affection, but Tao You rejected them all.

Tao Nanfeng had never received such a gesture of kindness before. Perhaps it was because she was too pretty and delicate, and had a cold personality, plus Tao You always liked to criticize Tao Nanfeng for being spoiled and cold-blooded, which made boys afraid to get close to her. Not to mention boys, she doesn't even have any female friends.

Unexpectedly, far away from home and away from the influence of Tao You and stepmother, Tao Nanfeng would receive expressions of affection from the opposite sex here. This was the first time in his life.

Although Tao Nanfeng didn't have any special feelings for Du Chenzhe, his straightforward feelings made her a little hesitant. She raised her right hand slightly, and her fingertips were like orchid petals, white as jade.

Du Chenzhe's heart was beating like a drum. He came to Xiufengshan Farm after graduating from high school in 1967. The six years of hardship had already worn away all his edge. Tao Nanfeng was like a ray of light, illuminating his almost numb heart.

It turns out that the educated youth can confront the head of the infrastructure department directly and lead their partners to build houses together.

It turns out that women can also work with men to cut rocks and become deputy captains of road construction teams.

The educated youth are not weak. They can also rely on the collective strength to improve their lives!

After visiting Tao Nanfeng several times and getting to know him better, Du Chenzhe could no longer suppress his affection for him. Although the beautiful Tao Nanfeng looks aloof and cold, she is actually soft-hearted and kind-hearted. She respects other people's wishes, never argues with others, and gets along well with her peers.

Du Chenzhe was once a literary youth, so he spent several days thinking about a short poem. The educated youth from Jiangcheng protected Tao Nanfeng very closely, and there was no chance for them to be alone together, so they had to send him poems in public. If Tao Nanfeng is willing to accept it, then we are halfway to success.

Du Chenzhe looked calm and friendly on the surface, but he was actually extremely nervous inside. He looked down at Tao Nanfeng's hand, not daring to breathe, for fear of being rejected by her.

Tao Nanfeng raised his fingertips slightly, but Qiao Yadong got there first.

He took a step forward, snatched the letter from Du Chenzhe's hand, and said with a smile: "So Secretary Du is also a poet? I also love to write poetry, why don't we exchange some ideas together?"

Tao Nanfeng breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his hand.

Du Chenzhe's face froze, and he forced a smile: "Ahaha, it turns out that squad leader Qiao also loves poetry, that's perfect."

Chen Zhilu also came over: "From now on, if you want to give anything to Tao Nanfeng, you have to let me know first. I'm her brother, don't you understand?"

Hu Yiqin was not convinced: "Your last name is Chen and her last name is Tao, how can they be brother and sister?"

Chen Zhilu laughed proudly: "There are a total of twenty educated youth in Jiangcheng. We eat, live and work together. We are as close as a family. Tao Nanfeng is the youngest, so she is naturally my sister."

Du Chenzhe felt uncomfortable all over, but he dared to give the note in person, so he was naturally prepared to be rejected. He smiled calmly and looked at Tao Nanfeng: "It's good for everyone to take a look at it together. I hope Tao Zhiqing will like this poem."

Tao Nanfeng smiled slightly, nodded and said softly: "Thank you." No matter how the poem was written, at least thank you for the thoughtfulness.

Seeing Tao Nanfeng's reaction, alarm bells rang in Qiao Yadong's mind.

A good woman is sought after by all families, and blooming flowers always attract bees and butterflies. Tao Nanfeng is so outstanding, how could he not have suitors?

Qiao Yadong was not afraid of Liu Lili's courtesy before, because Tao Nanfeng looked down upon a man of Liu Bin's character. Even if Liu Lili said that she could arrange for him to be a nurse and give him an apartment in the provincial capital, it could not shake the noble Tao Nanfeng.

But Du Chenzhe is different.

He was an educated youth from De County, with a solid foundation in Xiufengshan Farm. He had an elegant appearance and a heart for literature and art. Look how smart he is, he knows to present the poem in public.

First of all, it looks open and generous, and respects the other party. Secondly, it is to test Tao Nanfeng's reaction, either advance or retreat.

Not only that, he also brought a female educated youth to narrow the distance between the two parties and reduce Tao Nanfeng's vigilance, and expressed his praise for Tao Nanfeng through Hu Yiqin's mouth.

Du Chenzhe was able to become the secretary of an organization of more than a hundred educated youth in De County. He must be a shrewd and calculating man!

If I can really move Tao Nanfeng's heart, what should I do with my love for him?

Because of his mother's words, Qiao Yadong didn't dare to confess his love to Tao Nanfeng; however, he was afraid that Tao Nanfeng would be snatched away by someone else. What should he do?

Qiao Yadong was in a state of distress. Chen Zhilu snatched the letter from his hand, unfolded it quickly, and said bluntly, "Tao Nanfeng, let me help you take a look at what Secretary Du's poem is like."

Tao Nanfeng nodded.

Everyone's eyes were on Chen Zhilu's hands, wondering curiously: I wonder what poem Secretary Du wrote.

The 1970s was a heyday for poetry creation. There were three major schools: Misty Poetry School, Baiyangdian Poetry Group, and Chinese New Realism. A large number of poetry works emerged and circulated among students, educated youth, and cultural figures. If there is no printed material, then copy it by hand; if there is no handwritten copy, then pass it on by word of mouth.

Shi Zhi, a representative of the Misty Poetry School, is known as the "soul of educated youth poetry". One of his poems, "Believe in the Future", was widely circulated among the educated youth in the form of handwritten copies. The opening of the poem is passionate and has profound meaning.

"When spider webs mercilessly sealed my hearth, when the remaining smoke of ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly smoothed the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future."

Tao You naturally loves poetry as well. The architectural goddess she worships, Lin Huiyin, is a poet, "full of poetry like a thousand-foot waterfall, and the eternal April in the world." It can be said that Du Chenzhe's move suited her temperament.

Du Chenzhe put his hands behind his back, stood with a smile, waiting for his work to be read out.

When Chen Zhilu started reading, his attitude was a little nonchalant, but the more he read, the more frightened he became, and his voice involuntarily became higher and higher.

"Put the dreams of youth into your bag

The farm in Xiufeng Mountain is my distant place.

Throw the phantoms in your mind into the bamboo basket

The summer cicadas are chirping, that is where I work.

I am a boat floating in the sea of ​​suffering

Pushed forward by the cold wind

The sun disappears on the horizon

I don't know where I will go.

The fragrance of golden wheat ears

Weaving a harvest scene

You are the light, you are all hope

No matter how dark the night is, you can still sail into the harbor of happiness. ”

Everyone fell silent. At that moment, all words seemed pale and thoughts found resonance in this poem.

The educated youth came to this farm far away from their hometown, leaving behind their pens and textbooks and going to the countryside. How could they not have felt confused? But this poem is not immersed in decadence, but depicts a future full of hope.

This is the charm of Misty Poetry. The word "love" is not mentioned once in the whole article, but every word is about "love". Who is that light? Who is all hope? Who leads the boat into the harbor of happiness?

Tao Nanfeng didn't know what she should say. Although she didn't love Du Chenzhe, his poems shocked her greatly. She felt as if nailed to the ground, unable to move. There was a strong emotion in my chest, it was a deep touch.

This is the charm of poetry.

Qiao Yadong also stood there, unable to utter a word. He understands and loves poetry, but he cannot write such poetry. Du Chenzhe stayed in Xiufengshan Farm for six years and experienced countless hardships. As the poem says, "I am a small boat drifting in the sea of ​​suffering." It makes me sad to think about him.

Ye Qin suddenly clapped his hands together, making a "bang!" sound. "Secretary Du, have you ever thought about submitting your work? Your poem is beautiful and full of emotion. Why not submit it to Jiangcheng's Poetry Society magazine!"

Du Chenzhe smiled slightly and looked at Tao Nanfeng: "How about I give this poem to you?"

Tao Nanfeng calmed himself down and shook his head: "A gentleman does not take away what others like."

Qiao Yadong also reacted and took the grid paper with the poem from Chen Zhilu. Looking at the beautiful pen words on the paper, he praised: "The poem that Secretary Du wrote from the bottom of his heart is really true and touching."

After that, he folded the checkered letter paper and solemnly put it back into Du Chenzhe's palm: "Such a beautiful work, you shouldn't give it to anyone, submit it, you should let more people see it."

Everyone's praise made Du Chenzhe feel like drinking fine wine. He didn't know where he was. He originally wanted to express his feelings to Tao Nanfeng through poetry, but now his mind was completely focused on submitting his article.

"Do you really think this poem is good? If you submit it...will it be published?"

Ye Qin stepped forward and said, "If you believe me, I will help you submit it once the snow has melted. My brother works at Poetry Society magazine, so I will send it directly to him."

Du Chenzhe's heart burned as he looked at Ye Qin, who had a playful short haircut, and excitedly handed the letter to her: "Believe me, believe me! We are both educated youth, how can I not believe you? Then I'll leave this little poem with you. Remember to let me know when you send it out."

After seeing off the educated youth representatives from De County, Chen Zhilu and Qiao Yadong smiled at each other and clapped their hands.

Want to kidnap Tao Nanfeng right under our noses? Don’t even think about it!

The author has something to say:

This short poem by Du Chenzhe was written by me after reading Gu Cheng's "Fantasy of Life". It is original and not plagiarized.

Fantasy of Life

Take my phantoms and dreams,

Place in a long narrow shell.

The boat awning is made of willow branches.

The long chirping of summer cicadas can still be heard.

Tighten the mast rope

The wind blows up the sails of the morning mist,

I set sail.

No purpose,

Floating in the blue sky.

Let the waterfall of sunlight

Wash my skin black.

The sun is my boatman.

It pulls me.

Rope with strong light

Step by step,

Completed a twelve-hour journey.

I'm pushed by the wind

East and west,

The sun disappeared into the twilight.

The night is coming,

I sailed into the harbor of the Milky Way.

Thousands of stars are looking at me,

I left it behind

Crescent Moon - Anchor of Gold.

It was dawn.

The ocean is filled with cloudy icebergs,

Hitting,

"Boom boom" - thunder and lightning!

Where am I going?

The universe is so boundless.

With golden straw,

Woven into a cradle,

My inspiration and heart

Put it inside.

The wheel with buttons on it,

Let time drag

Go say hello to the world.

Wheels rolling over

Thyme and wild daisy among the grass.

Cricket welcomes me

Vibrating the strings.

I dissolve hope into the fragrance of flowers.

The night is like a valley,

The day is like a peak.

Go to sleep! Close your eyes.

The world has nothing to do with me.

The horse of time,

Exhausted.

Yellow-tailed waxwing,

Nesting in my car.

I still want to walk around the world -

Remote corners of deserts and forests.

The sun is baking the earth,

Like baking a loaf of bread.

I am walking,

Bare feet.

I leave my footprints

Like a stamp printed all over the earth,

The world melts into

My life.

I want to sing

A human song,

Thousands of years later

Ringing in the universe.

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