The air inside the venue felt somewhat stagnant.
The two slaps, one firm and one gentle, made Fang Zhenyun's face burn.
As a row of students went up on stage one after another.
Fang Zhenyun adjusted the microphone, his previously tense lips...
He even put on a gentle smile again, as if all the previous unpleasantness was just an illusion.
"The internet is an amplifier of emotions, which has made our writer friends somewhat...excited."
Fang Zhenyun smiled and glanced at the audience.
"But that's okay, literature itself is inclusive."
Now, let's listen to the voice of the future.
These young people, who were selected through a rigorous and formal "Relief Cup" competition,
What is literature like in their eyes?
He specifically emphasized the words "formal" and "serious".
The microphone was handed to the girl on the far left of the first row.
That was the first prize winner from Jiangsu Provincial Experimental High School.
She had her hair tied in a ponytail, wore glasses, and was very quiet.
She stood up, her hands trembling slightly.
They were clearly frightened by the tense atmosphere just now.
"Hello, teachers..."
The girl's voice was very soft.
"I think... Jian Shen's 'The Ferryman' is very touching."
But I also felt a bit of the same thing about the high platform where it was hard to know the water temperature.
Sometimes when we write essays, it's really to fit the topic, and we don't dare to write the truth..."
Fang Zhenyun did not interrupt her, but only interjected when she paused to catch her breath:
"This student spoke very sincerely."
Catering to the topic is actually a form of training in rules.
Just like building a house, if you don't have blueprints and just build it haphazardly based on your feelings, that's an illegal structure.
You find "The Ferryman" touching because it ultimately leads to love and hope.
This is the blueprint for literature, isn't it?
The girl paused for a moment, then nodded subconsciously:
"Yes...yes."
"That's right."
Fang Zhenyun nodded in satisfaction.
"Feeling lost is normal, but you can't mistake feeling lost for direction. Next."
Microphone passed around.
The next few students were mostly exemplary students.
Although they were shocked by the wild recording they had just heard,
However, under Fang Zhenyun's strong control and guidance, everyone's speeches became more proper and orderly.
One boy, mustering his courage, asked:
"Actually, I think the dream architect has a point. There are indeed many injustices in reality..."
Fang Zhenyun immediately smiled and took over the conversation:
"Of course there are injustices in reality."
But tearing open the wounds for people to see is what the news is about.
Literature's task is to bandage wounds and even grow a flower.
Young people are hot-blooded and easily mistake anger for profound understanding.
When you reach my age, you'll understand that peace is the greatest strength.
The boy opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to refute.
But looking at the scrutinizing gazes fixed on him from all around,
She finally sat down, blushing.
Fang Zhenyun's smile deepened.
That's right.
This is the rhythm he's familiar with.
Those unorthodox online writers are like wild horses, difficult to tame.
But these students are like canaries kept in a cage of exam-oriented education.
With just a little guidance and a few authoritative hints, they will obediently sing beautiful songs.
The lost face is being gradually regained.
"Very good. It seems that our younger generation has a very positive sense of the big picture."
Fang Zhenyun's gaze shifted.
"Please welcome the next student, Zhao Zichen from Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School."
Zhao Zichen took the microphone.
He was wearing a dark gray wool coat with a white shirt underneath, which made him look somewhat mature for his age.
He wasn't as awkward as the other students.
Instead, he calmly buttoned up one button on his suit jacket and took the microphone.
Fang Zhenyun's eyes were filled with anticipation.
He had read Zhao Zichen's competition essay; it was full of allusions and had elegant language, making him a typical academic talent.
"Editor-in-Chief Fang, and all the senior colleagues."
Zhao Zichen's voice was clear and melodious.
"Actually, I completely agree with Professor Fang's point of view."
Literature does indeed require thresholds and rules.
If anyone could just jump in and write whatever they wanted, the halls of literature would indeed turn into a marketplace.
Classical traditional literature emphasizes introduction, development, transition, and conclusion, and stresses the idea that literature conveys moral principles; this is our foundation.
Fang Zhenyun nodded slightly, a smile spreading across his lips.
That's right, that's the kind of insight a good student should have.
"but……"
Zhao Zichen changed the subject, pushed up his glasses,
My gaze fell on the two empty seats.
"I have a somewhat immature opinion on the debate in the recording just now."
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