The literary era since 1979

Chapter 169: Wreaths under the Mountains
Nanning, Guixi Film Studio.

In the factory director's office, Wei Bi Da flipped through the list of graduates from Beijing Film Academy assigned to the factory this time. The more he flipped through the list, the more he frowned:

"Baochang, why are there only these few?"

"Originally it was planned to have 10 people, but due to various reasons, only the above 5 people were able to come."

Guo Baochang explained that having 5 was already very good, and this was all thanks to a former colleague from the factory who is now the head of the Photography Department of Beijing Film Academy. Otherwise, probably no one would be willing to come to western Guangxi.

"Five, just five."

Wei Bida took another glance and couldn't help but sigh.

Zhang Junzhao from the Directing Department, Zhang Yimou and Xiao Feng from the Photography Department, and He Qun and Huo Jianqi from the Fine Arts Department...

After all, the Guixi Film Studio is located in a remote area and has few resources, far less than big studios such as the Xi'an Film Studio, Beijing Film Studio, and Shanghai Film Studio.

“Although there are fewer people, each of them is talented.”

Guo Baochang mentioned Zhang Yimou in particular, "I have seen the photos and movies he has shot. He is definitely a good talent. He was originally going to be assigned to the Xi'an Film Studio, but in the end, he was assigned to us."

"why?"

Wei Bi Da was very interested.

Guo Baochang pointed out the whole story of Zhang Yimou's admission to school as an auditor. Although he has graduated now, he basically cannot get a job in a large company.

Wei Bi Da's eyes lit up instantly, and he reminded them that although the conditions at the film studio were not abundant and the housing conditions were pitifully poor, they should be given the best house. After all, they were the first batch of college students to arrive at the Guixi Film Studio since 78.

"The house is ready. It's the one arranged for Teacher Fang and his friends. It's a 60-square-meter single room."

Guo Baochang nodded in understanding.

"Speaking of Teacher Fang, when will they arrive?"

There was a hint of anticipation in Wei Bida's tone.

Guo Baochang said, "Originally it was supposed to arrive tomorrow, but the military district just called and said it would be postponed for a day or two."

Wei Bi Da asked in confusion, "Why did it change again? Teacher Fang has been visiting the troops for seven or eight days, right?"

"It is said that the song based on a lyric written by Teacher Fang caused quite a stir," Guo Baochang speculated.

"I think this sensation must be quite big."

Wei Bi Da said with emotion: "I didn't expect that Mr. Fang, at such a young age, is not only good at writing novels, poems, dramas, and essays, but also good at composing music lyrics."

Guo Baochang said: "Poets and lyricists have something in common. From what he said on the phone, it seems that Mr. Fang wrote a military song, which was widely praised and sung by the troops during the visit."

"Mr. Mao has accepted a good disciple."

Wei Bida murmured and asked seriously about the reception work.

"Everything has been arranged. We are just waiting for Teacher Fang and the others to arrive."

"We entertained Mr. Fang well, hoping that our sincerity and enthusiasm would move him and make him willing to entrust his work to Guixi Film Studio for filming, just one movie, just one movie."

“It would be even better if it was ‘That Mountain, That Man, That Dog’.”

"I dare not think about it, I dare not think about it!"

Vebida waved his hand.

After chatting for a while, Guo Baochang said goodbye and left, "I have to go to the train station. Comrade Gong Xing from Shanghai Film Studio will arrive in Nanning today."

...............

At Nanning Railway Station, the train slowly stopped.

Gong Xing carefully protected his luggage. The exit was full of people holding signs to welcome passengers. Looking around, he saw a sign that read "Guixi Film Studio". He was surprised and delighted and walked over.

"Comrade Gong Xing."

Guo Baochang recognized the fair-skinned and beautiful Shanghai film star at a glance. After introducing himself, he began to introduce his colleagues.

"Hello, Director Guo."

Gong Xing behaved well and greeted them one by one.

"Thank you for your hard work. It was really hard for you to come to Guixi alone. Did you encounter any trouble on the way?"

Guo Baochang asked with concern.

"No no."

Gong Xing smiled and said, "But to be honest, I was a little nervous along the way. Apart from being sent to work in the countryside, I have never traveled so far alone."

"Then you should stay in Guixi for a few more days."

Guo Baochang said that after the audition, the factory would arrange someone to be her guide, and they would cover all the expenses such as accommodation.

Gong Xing said politely, "I'm sorry to cause you all trouble in the coming days. Please take care of me."

The group sent Gong Xing to the guesthouse. On the way to the room, they saw someone cleaning the two next door rooms. When they asked out of curiosity, they found out some incredible news.

"Teacher Fang?!"

"Yes, he will live in this room then." Guo Baochang pointed to the room next to hers. These rooms were the only "luxury" rooms available in the factory guesthouse.

"Teacher Fang is coming to Guixi too? And is she going to live here too?"

Gong Xing's eyes widened in shock.

Guo Baochang smiled and said that the person had already arrived and was in the Guixi Military Region. If he stayed for a few more days, he would definitely be able to see him.

Gong Xing was greatly surprised, his eyes flickered.

...............

In the afternoon, Nanning Geming Cemetery.

After Fang Yan, Li Cunbao and others saluted and presented flowers, they walked out and looked back at the same time.

"I originally planned to call the book "The Soul of the Patriotic Army" or something else, but I have changed my mind now."

Li Cunbao said seriously.

Fang Yan said, "What are you going to call?"

"It should contain the word 'flower' or 'kapok' in the name."

Li Cunbao turned his head and looked not far away. The kapok flowers looked like balls of flames burning and jumping happily on the branches.

Fangyan understood what he meant, kapok flower is a heroic flower.

It grows in southern Xinjiang, so it is also called "Flower of the South".

The color of the flowers is as red as blood, as if they were dyed red by the blood of martyrs. The wreath just presented for the memorial service was woven with kapok flowers.

"Why not call it "The Wreath at the Foot of the Mountain"?"

"A wreath of flowers under a mountain?"

Li Cunbao muttered several times and nodded.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Li Jiangsheng hiding in an inconspicuous place, looking depressed and sad.

After so many days of contact, this is the first time I see that such a tough guy with a strong character also has a vulnerable side.

The two of them tacitly did not disturb each other and communicated in low voices.

"I asked the instructor before."

Li Cunbao said that Li Jiangsheng and his comrades-in-arms are buried here, including some who were suddenly promoted to deputy company commanders like Jin Kailai. When the oath-taking ceremony was held, they said, "Let's drink this glass of wine and see you at the Martyrs' Cemetery." There was no one who did not face death with courage.

“Why are battle flags so beautiful?”

Fang Yan said: "Because the blood of heroes dyed it red."

"Yeah, that's no wonder they had such a strong reaction after listening to the song you sang."

Li Cunbao said with emotion.

Fang Yan couldn't help but think of the excitement of Li Jiangsheng and the others that day. Both male and female soldiers asked to do it again.

The propaganda officers and soldier reporters who followed the report hurriedly copied down the lyrics of the song, which appeared in the regiment's newspaper the next day. Then, word of the song spread up the hierarchy, and by the time it reached the military district, the song had already spread thoroughly among the troops being visited.

Some troops even used the lyrics as their oath and wrote them on the blackboard, because the lyrics written in dialect touched their hearts.

"If the motherland is invaded, the passionate men should strengthen themselves.

After drinking this bowl of hometown wine, the warrior will never come back. "

Doesn’t this just echo the oath that Li Jiangsheng and others made at the oath-taking ceremony, “Let’s drink this glass of wine, and see you at the Martyrs’ Cemetery!”
"The Yellow River rolls, the Yangtze River surges."

"Give me life, give me strength, and let your blood dye the most beautiful flowers red and sprinkle them on my chest."

This most beautiful flower is the kapok flower in southern Xinjiang!
Hero flower!
As for the following line, "When two brave men meet in a narrow road, the brave one wins", Annan has a complex terrain, with high mountains and steep slopes, narrow mountain roads, deep valleys and many caves, isn't that a "narrow road"!

Of course, this version does not include the last sentence “China｜Military Soul”, so the melody is slightly different.

Because the soul of our army was forged by the "Three Bays Reform"!

As for how to modify it, I need to ask Zhou Weizhi, Zhang Guangnian and other great composers and lyricists for their opinions.

"Bitter Love" caused a storm because of a sentence, and Fangyan doesn't want the same thing to happen because of this word.

Although the last sentence is missing, it is still majestic.

This impassioned poem, with Fangyan's consent, was composed into music by the art troupe where Li Jiangsheng worked. There was not only a solo version, but also a chorus version. Taking advantage of this opportunity of cultural and artistic condolences, it quickly spread like wildfire in various battalions and companies.

The song title is not "China | Military Soul", but something like "Defeat the Ambitious Wolf of America".

In the army, the soldiers passed on the slogan "Defeat the ungrateful Annan wolves" from mouth to mouth.
With lyrics written in dialect and music composed by the art troupe, a war song was published in the latest issue of the Guixi Military Region's publication, "Guixi Military Service Newsletter".

For a time, people competed to borrow and copy the book.

Even the military district leaders were alarmed.

At the farewell party, he specifically asked to meet the lyricist Fangyan again.

You hid it really well, General Fang!
(End of this chapter)