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-Mr. Ip Chi Shing
Your work appears in front of readers with your soul and your appearance ... and then, there are really hundreds of flowers.
-Ip Chi Shing "If I were a writer"
I thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to let Ip Chi Shing be the finale. Ip Chi Shing is one of the four outstanding figures in Jiangsu (the other three are Lu,,,). The choice of Mr. Ye as the finale is not determined by the number of his literary works and his reputation in the literary world. First of all, I consider that, as the last issue of Yuhua magazine's "Mountain is high and water is long" column, it is also my duty to "see off" the old editor-in-chief of Yuhua as a younger generation. Secondly, because Ip Chi Shing is the only one of the four outstanding men who has lived in Nanjing for a long time, he is a left-behind person in the provincial capital, and virtually becomes a spiritual and geographical center and hub, except for working in Jiangning around Nanjing for a period of time. And of these four people, I have the most contact with Mr. Ip Chi Shing. In addition to meeting, I usually have more contact. At that time, when I lived in No.48 Village, Xiaohuowa Lane, baixia district, the dormitory of the Provincial Peking Opera Troupe was next door. I often meet a typical Nanjing old man dressed as Mr. Ip Chi Shing strolling in the alley. When we meet, we always exchange a few pleasantries, but what is uncomfortable is that he always calls me "Comrade Ding Fan", but his unpretentious smile is always fixed in my mind. Everyone knows that Ip Chi Shing is a very cautious, unsophisticated, open-minded and cheerful person, and a good gentleman with a smile.
In fact, his appearance is quite different from his soul. People only know that he is an editor, but they don't know that he is a little arrogant in his bones. He dreamed of becoming a writer all his life and eventually died in the post of editor-in-chief.
His personality, reputation and literary talent were completely concealed by his father, wife and son. Different people will use these three languages when introducing him on different occasions: "Ye Shengtao is his father" or "He is Ye Shengtao's son"; "He is the husband of Yao Cheng, the queen of tin opera" or "Yao Cheng, the queen of tin opera, is his wife"; Ye Zhaoyan is his son or he is Ye Zhao Yan's father. In the 1980s, he often laughed at himself with such words: "When others introduced me, they always said it was someone's son and husband. In the future, I'm afraid this is Ye's father. I can be counted as living among celebrities. " (living among celebrities)
Ip Chi Shing is the oldest of the four outstanding men, but he didn't live the longest. Born in 1926, died in 1992 at the age of 66. According to the current United Nations classification of human age, he is at most a middle-aged and elderly person. As the second son of Ye Shengtao, Ip Chi Shing should have made greater achievements in literary creation. Even if you are engaged in drama creation, you will never stop at these works. Since he and Gao Xiaosheng collaborated on a tin drama script "On the New Road" on 1953, he has co-published many works, which makes people doubt his creative ability. As we all know, his prose creation is very personal, just like his personality, the human power revealed in simple and gentle words makes people cry.
Six kinds of sincerity is a book edited after Ye's death, and many articles in it are very touching.
Six kinds of sincere self-mockery, gleaning, exploring, recalling childhood, recalling parents and learning to walk are the pen and ink that condensed his life's hard work.
There are many reasons why my son Ye burst into tears. I think, I'm afraid that people close to him like Zhao Yan may not really appreciate the mental injury that people like Mr. Ip Chi Shing suffered in previous sports lessons before his father died. They have feelings different from ordinary people in their hearts, and behind their bodhisattva-like smiles, there is a rich inner world that ordinary people can't interpret. After reading the preface of Ye's Six Honesties, I seem to see the mirror image of my father's spiritual world. When I was born, my father changed from an enlightened and cheerful graduate of Fu Jen Catholic University to a "good gentleman" who obeyed Nuo Nuo and stood aloof from the rest of the world. Ye's birth time also witnessed his father's character track from a warm-blooded young man to a "Mr. Nice guy". I don't know how many such fathers changed their fate and their own personality at that time.
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Father loves writing very much, which is his lifelong ambition. I couldn't help crying again and again when I was sorting out my inheritance. First of all, for his seriousness, his father's words are like printed words, and each stroke is clearly explained. He is always copying endlessly, and he must distinguish carefully before deciding which page is the final draft. I know plagiarism is sometimes a kind of helplessness. He wants to get into the article he wants to write in this almost clumsy way. As a writer, his ability to eliminate interference is too poor, and he is often in a state of wanting to write but unable to write.
My father has a good writing foundation and made extraordinary efforts when he was a teenager. It was praised by Mr. Zhu Ziqing. By the end of 1970s, he was a little old man in his fifties, and his If I were a Writer was praised by Mr. Bing Xin. These praises and praises are recorded in exact words.
The biggest regret of my father's life is that he can't write a lot of things happily. As a son, as an opponent to chat with, and the object to confide in, I often hear him talk about what to write. I have many ideas and well-written articles, but I just can't bear to write. Sometimes it has already started, and it is said that it will give up halfway. The manuscript he left behind has many subtitles, and even the number of words to be written is calculated after the subtitles. I have always felt that it is a pity that two groups of articles have not been finished. One is to record the old people of my grandfather's generation, such as Mr. Chen Xi in this book, and the other is his good friend, who is my brother.
The name of this book was decided by my father before his death. At that time, the Provincial Writers Association had a book number and promised to give him a book. Father carefully compiled and discussed the topic with me over and over again. Later, he didn't have the following, and he has been depressed for this. After my father died, I repeatedly thought about printing my legacy, but I also ran into several nails. My father was very opposed to spending money on book numbers. He thinks this is a disgrace to his writing and a sign of his inexperience. Of course, it's a bit bookish, but this idea has also influenced me to some extent. Once, I said to my cousin Xiao Mo, if it is really impossible, then spend money. I must confess to my father.
Now that this book can finally be published, I am very excited about it without spending money to buy a book number. My father will be very emotional if he finds out underground. 15 years ago, Mr. Wang Zengqi came to Nanjing for a meeting. In the elevator of Zhuangyuan Building in Confucius Temple, he said to me seriously, "I have read all your father's articles, which are very clean and there is not a redundant word." Many people have told me about my father's articles, which are often in a praise tone, and I have never felt guilty because my father's legacy has not been written yet.
My father, as sincere as a man, was made with painstaking efforts.
Indeed, I, like many people, once thought that Ip Chi Shing was a man who ate from his ancestors, so I chose to be an editor. However, after I read Six Hearts, to my great surprise, Ip Chi Shing's prose is not only clear, concise and neat, but also profound. If he has been writing nonstop since the 1950s, the quality of his works is not worse than that of the other four outstanding people. Perhaps it is a kind of inertia that makes him enter a bleak realm of life prematurely. Perhaps it was the trauma of the times that kept him away from creation. In any case, the state of "writing without writing" reflects the confusion of a soul.
As we all know, Ip Chi Shing doesn't want to write an article. He is so good at writing, why can't he write an article? Who can he talk to about his pain? He was trapped by the times and left a phobia that could not be eliminated.
When Mr. Bing Xin read Ip Chi Shing's words, he thought of his own experience: "Today, I am reading a book" Not necessarily a good collection ",which is called" Selected Works "by Comrade Ye Zhishan and his brothers and sisters. There are many good articles in it, but one of the' Sincerity Page' particularly caught my attention, that is, "If I were a writer". I wrote a poem 60 years ago, using the same topic, but my artistic conception is much narrower than his! I just want' My Works' to remind people who described this scene,' I can hear their surging sympathy',' When my backlog of thoughts falls on paper' and' I want to shed tears of happiness'. Comrade Zhicheng should try to do something that is not easy to do today, that is,' I am in the work'. He said,' I ... you ... his works' all appear in front of readers as' your soul and your appearance' ... and then really a hundred flowers bloom'. "This is the feeling of a writer, not the helpless words of an editor who wants to be a writer.
As a bystander, I deeply feel another kind of sadness in this passage: Ip Chi Shing, as an editor, can't express his thoughts in the form of art. Perhaps he thinks that some articles are not written as well as himself, especially for a person with strong writing ability. How painful it is to use an opportunity to edit other people's words to vent your heart. What a sad cry!
Wang Zengqi said that Ip Chi Shing's words were "clean" and "there was not a redundant word", and only evaluated Ip Chi Shing from the level of language form. He didn't see the weeping soul standing behind the image of Mr. Ye, whether it was sincere or disguised.
I especially like Ip Chi Shing's articles about tobacco, alcohol and food. His self-deprecating collection, quitting smoking, quitting smoking, scratching meat, eating puffer fish and getting drunk, is a top-grade work. The vivid expressions and complex psychological descriptions of drug addicts are incisively and vividly: there is no smoke, facing the pain of writing paper without words all night; Quitting smoking contract becomes a dead letter; Until the description of "smoking with eyes open", "smoking with eyes closed" and "smoking with dreams", it finally boils down to "some people can still hold the first line of defense in front of all kinds of famous cigarettes, but they can't stand pain, depression, anxiety, worry, boredom ... all kinds of emotional torture. In fact, these are all stronger temptations. Hungry smokers often use these emotions to summon you one after another, induce you to feel sorry for yourself and urge you to give up all your previous efforts. " Not every addict has the ability to shake off all the withered bugs in the soul of the quitter.
It is more interesting for him to write about drunkenness. There are many stories about four people drinking wine. He claims to be a heavy drinker, "I can drink as much as Gao Xiaosheng", but in Drunk, his story about drunkenness is the most vivid: he fell asleep in the bathtub after being drunk, and after being rescued, he woke up and found himself lying naked in bed. So he concluded: "If it can be like that night: I am happy to get together with my friends, win the wine fight with excitement, and walk into the bathroom with mirth. Taiyou took off his clothes and lay happily in the bath water. If I really don't wake up, it will be the most comfortable euthanasia in the world. " Behind the seemingly broad-minded words are many bitter tears in the author's life.
Indeed, as an old party member, a cadre who participated in the revolutionary work 1948, a literary teacher who worked in the Art Troupe of the Ninth Division, a cadre of the Literature and Art Department of the Propaganda Department of Sunan Municipal Committee, an old comrade who was the director of the Literature and Art Department of the Propaganda Department of jiangsu provincial party committee, deputy director of the Creative Committee of Jiangsu Federation of Literary and Art Circles, secretary of the Drama Studio of Nanjing Cultural Bureau, screenwriter of Nanjing Yue Opera Troupe, screenwriter of Jiangsu Opera Troupe, and deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial department of Yuhua. He doesn't have much aura to show off. Compared with the other three of the four great masters, he is in a long writing dormant period on the road of creation. He blocked the heartbeat of creation with an editor's coat to prevent his soul from out-of-body experience again.
Therefore, his most dazzling medal is 1988 National Honorary Award for Old Editors awarded by Chinese Writers Association.
His eulogy should have been written in a different way, but history is so ruthless.
20 18 July-September? Ding Fan
This article was published in Yuhua,No. 12, No.20 18.