The literary era since 1979

The Fourth National Congress of Writers and Artists will last for 10 days. In addition to promoting "creative freedom", it will also elect a new team of writers' associations.

Li Yaotang serves as chairman and Wang Meng, vice chairman, is responsible for the daily work of the Writers Association.

In addition, Ding Ling, Ai Qing, Feng Mu, Zhang Guangnian, Chen Huangmei and others also served as deputies.

Although the dialect did not make further progress, it was not without gain.

The entire conference affirmed the positive significance of root-seeking literature. More and more young writers will put aside their creative concerns and will not flock to the path of Western literature and avant-garde literature. Dialect, as a guiding light, has pointed out that "root-seeking literature" is the right path.

In particular, "creative freedom" helped "Farewell My Concubine" offset the previous negative controversies caused by homosexuality issues.

For a time, the "root-seeking group" became one of the biggest beneficiaries of this National Congress of Writers and Artists, and was also the most popular emerging group.

Fang Yan, Jia Pingwa, Tie Ning, Zheng Yi, Zhong Acheng and others would be surrounded by a group of people as soon as they appeared at the venue.

Either we are exchanging root-seeking literature, or we are on the way to exchanging root-seeking literature.

Even some publishing houses that are extremely sensitive to literary trends have been looking for members of literary schools to commission articles.

Commander Fang, who was at the center of the storm, had to find ways to avoid unnecessary interviews, writing assignments and communications.

Just at this moment, the CCTV reporter in charge of the on-site filming was assigned by his leader to take him to a small conference room.

"Teacher Fang!"

"I was wondering who was looking for me, it turned out to be Director Huang!"

Seeing Huang Yihe smiling, Fang Yan immediately knew, "Could he be here for the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Teacher Fang is really good at predicting things." Huang Yihe gave a thumbs up.

Fangyan smacked his lips. Apart from the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, he really couldn't think of any other reason why the central station was so eager to find its own.

"We didn't want to bother you again because we already had the successful experience of last year's Spring Festival Gala, but you also know."

Huang Yihe said: "What people fear most is being content. The same is true for hosting the Spring Festival Gala."

"It sounds like Director Huang wants to make a breakthrough on the Spring Festival Gala?" Fangyan couldn't help but understand.

People's desire for victory and success is like climbing to a high mountain, always hoping to achieve greater success.

Apparently, Huang Yihe, who was a little bit arrogant, was in this situation and was preparing to come up with some unexpected new tricks in the 1985 Spring Festival Gala.

Not only should it surpass the previous two Spring Festival Galas, but it should also be made into a landmark feast that people will talk about with relish.

"Where does Director Huang plan to make breakthroughs?"

I am very interested in dialects and will listen attentively.

"The previous two Spring Festival Galas were held in the CCTV studio, which could only accommodate a few hundred spectators. It was too small."

Huang Yihe felt that the Spring Festival Gala was a large-scale program that attracted national attention and should not be held in such a shabby little place.

Inspired by the Los Angeles Olympics, the Spring Festival Gala stage is planned to be moved to the Yanjing Workers' Stadium, which can accommodate 1.5 people.

After all, a bigger venue will produce a more spectacular performance.

"hiss!"

When Fangyan heard the words "Yenjing Workers' Stadium", he was startled, his head buzzed, and he suddenly recalled -

This year's Spring Festival Gala has been called the worst, most unsuccessful and most chaotic of all the previous Spring Festival Galas.

I vaguely remember that after the show was broadcast, we immediately received thousands of letters and calls from viewers, all of which were full of curses and criticisms.

"Teacher Fang, what do you think?"

Huang Yihe talked about a lot of ideas in a torrent of words.

Fang Yan said: "I think that you should eat one mouthful at a time and walk one step at a time. If you take too big a step, you may break your balls easily."

"Nonsense?" Huang Yihe frowned, "Do you also think that moving to the Yanjing Workers' Stadium is unrealistic?"

Fangyan was very surprised, and after asking, he found out that many comrades in the Spring Festival Gala program team also disagreed with the idea of ​​changing the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

"The reasons these comrades have for opposing it are not without reason. Indeed, it is easy to make mistakes in some things if you have never done them before."

Huang Yihe said: "But they forget that the Spring Festival Gala was also created from scratch, from zero to one, one session after another!"

As he spoke, Huo Di stood up and said, "If the Spring Festival Gala goes on as planned, what's the point for the audience who are watching TV on New Year's Eve? We must show greater sincerity and make the Spring Festival Gala better and more surprising!"

"Director Huang, look at you, you're anxious again."

Fang Yan patted Huang Yihe's shoulder and asked him to sit down again. "Don't get excited. Let's sort it out first."

Huang Yihe asked in confusion: "How does Teacher Fang want to do it?"

"We can rehearse it in our heads."

"Preview?"

"good."

Fang Yan said: "To be honest, I have been to the Los Angeles Olympics. I can tell you my personal experience."

"Then tell me about it." Huang Yihe regained his composure.

"Let me put it this way. First of all, it's the weather conditions. Los Angeles has a pleasant climate. It was summer when the Olympics were held, so it was nice to stay in the open-air stadium." Fang Yan changed the subject, "But it's very different in winter. You know how cold it is in Yanjing in winter, right?"

Huang Yihe was stunned. "Although the conditions are a bit difficult, I believe the hosts and actors will be able to overcome them."

“Even if they can hold on, what about the live audience?”

Fangyan said: "There is no heating facility in the Workers' Stadium. You won't let the audience sit there for several hours in the cold weather, will you?"

"This this……"

Huang Yihe was struck by lightning and was speechless for a moment.

"It's not nice to let all the audience and actors shiver with cold," Fang Yan said, "not to mention there are technical issues."

Huang Yihe suddenly realized that there is a certain distance between ideals and reality. Ideals are often very full, while reality is very skinny.

"Take the lighting for example. Our lighting technology and conditions are limited, and the Spring Festival Gala is broadcast live at night. Are you sure the broadcast image won't look dark?" Fang Yan said, "Even with the best scenery, the effect will be greatly reduced, right?"

Huang Yihe opened his mouth, but still couldn't refute.

Especially when Fangyan mentioned that the biggest problem in hosting the Spring Festival Gala at the Workers' Stadium was communication.

In those days, communication equipment was not as advanced as it is today. Not to mention mobile phones, even pagers did not exist in China.

Not to mention the Spring Festival Gala crew, there wasn't even a walkie-talkie, and commands could only be conveyed through wired headphones.

However, if the venue is too large, the signal of wired headphones will be very poor and will be intermittent, so that the director's instructions cannot be conveyed at all. It is conceivable what the result will be if such a huge program does not have an orderly command.

At the very least, the entire show will be in chaos, and at worst, it will be a stage accident.

After such deduction, Huang Yihe broke out in a cold sweat, and suddenly realized that there were hidden dangers everywhere. If he was not careful, he could easily get burned.

"When the time comes, maybe the face won't be exposed, but the butt will be exposed."

Fang Yan said seriously, "Director Huang, can you bear such a responsibility?" Huang Yihe shook his head silently, then sighed deeply:
"But I did this just to give the audience a wonderful Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve!"

"I can understand that Director Huang has good intentions, but sometimes good intentions can lead to bad consequences."

Fangyan tried to persuade him with kind words and finally convinced him to give up the idea of ​​holding the Spring Festival Gala at the Workers' Stadium.

Huang Yihe was at a loss, "Teacher Fang, what do you think we should do with this Spring Festival Gala?"

"Formally, due to objective reasons such as technology and funding, no breakthrough can be made for the time being."

Fang Yan said: "But we can explore the content more deeply."

"But I just couldn't think of what kind of Spring Festival Gala to do this year, so I thought of starting from the stage."

Huang Yihe shook his head. He couldn't use last year's theme of great unity again, could he?

"It's smaller, the layout is smaller."

Fang Yan said, "Director Huang, have you ever thought about linking root-seeking literature with the Spring Festival Gala stage?"

“Connecting root-seeking literature with the Spring Festival Gala stage?”

Huang Yihe felt that it was just as confusing as linking basketball and chicken.

"Since we can trace the roots in literature, why not bring this trend to the Spring Festival Gala?"

Fangyan said that the theme of this year's Spring Festival Gala could be set as the Chinese nation and traditional culture.

"Teacher Fang, do you want to have more ethnic performances like Yang Liping's Peacock Dance?"

Huang Yihe's eyes suddenly lit up.

Fangyan nodded, "Then under this big theme, we can add some small themes. For example, this year is the Olympic year, and it happens to be the first time for our Chinese Olympic delegation to return to the world stage. How can we miss Olympic-related programs?"

"Wait, wait, I'll write it down."

Huang Yihe shouted stop and eagerly took out paper and pen from his briefcase.

"Let the women's volleyball team, which has won consecutive championships, show up. And the Chinese national football team, this time it is expected to make it to the Asian Cup finals, and maybe even win the championship!"

Fang Yan said, "Besides, we have applied to host the Asian Games. I heard that there has been a big funding gap. Should we discuss with the organizing committee to shoot a short film and broadcast it during this Spring Festival Gala to mobilize the general public across the country to raise funds?"

"Go on."

Huang Yihe took notes quickly, his face becoming more and more excited.

After speaking the Olympic theme, Fang Yan began to bring the trend of cultural root-seeking into the Spring Festival Gala:
"We definitely can't have the peacock dance this year, but we have many ethnic minorities who are good at singing and dancing."

"For example, the Uyghur, Xibe, Zhuang, and Mongolian peoples..."

“The Uighurs must be included!”

Huang Yihe said bluntly.

Fang Yan said: "That's fine, songs like 'Lift Up Your Veil' and 'In That Faraway Place' are quite suitable for being adapted into dances."

Huang Yihe asked: "Why not just invite Mr. Wang Luobin, the 'King of Western Songs', to perform on the Spring Festival Gala?"

Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "Let Director Huang and other members of the creative team discuss the specific details."

Huang Yihe said yes repeatedly, and then wrote down the overall layout of the Spring Festival Gala program word for word.

"Northeast Errenzhuan..."

"Northern and Southern Lion Dances..."

"A collection of operas, "The Brilliant Opera Garden", tentatively including Peking Opera, Cantonese Opera, Yue Opera, Henan Opera, Huangmei Opera..."

The paper is densely written, and each program closely revolves around the major themes of nation and culture.

"As for songs, we also need to pay attention to a 'national style' and a 'roots-seeking style'."

Fangyan took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"It's not easy to find representative songs with ethnic characteristics in a short time."

Huang Yihe sighed: "What a pity! If "Hot Girl" could be performed on this year's Spring Festival Gala, the meaning and effect would be even better!"

"Director Huang, please don't think like that."

The dialect was not concealed, and the first thing mentioned was the famous Mongolian folk song, "Ulaanbaatar Night".

Huang Yihe wrote down all of them. Although he had never heard of some of the songs, he very much believed in Teacher Fang's taste and choices.

Seeing his frown, Fang Yan asked in surprise, "What's the matter, Director Huang? Are you not satisfied with the song I recommended?"

"No, no, no, misunderstanding."

Huang Yihe said: "I just feel that if the song you wrote is not on the playlist, this Spring Festival Gala will be a little incomplete."

Fangyan was very helpless, the abacus beads were about to hit his face.

"Teacher Fang!"

Huang Yihe begged again and again, as if he would not give up until he got a song.

Fangyan reluctantly agreed, with "Tie the Horse", "Yellow Earth Plateau", "Heaven" already emerging in his mind...

In particular, "The Most Dazzling National Style" provided the people across the country with a "must-have song for square dancing" more than 20 years in advance.

The only drawback is the absence of "AKA Grassland Rap Bandit" Zeng Yi. Without "Yo Yo Brother", "The Most Exciting National Style" is tasteless.

"Let's put the creation aside for now. The most urgent task is to find a song that best represents the national theme as the finale."

"Teacher Fang, what do you think of the song "Fifty-six Nationalities, Fifty-six Flowers"?

"Isn't the lyrics 'Fifty-six constellations, fifty-six flowers, fifty-six tribes of brothers and sisters are one family'?"

"No! It's 'Fifty-six nationalities, fifty-six flowers, each one blooming in the sun...'"

Huang Yihe was referring to the work "Fifty-six Nationalities, Fifty-six Flowers" created last year.
These days, "Fifty-six nationalities, fifty-six flowers" is a common propaganda slogan, and songs promoting national unity such as "Fifty-six nationalities, fifty-six flowers" and "Fifty-six nationalities sing one song" have been adapted one after another.

Because the lyrics of these songs are extremely similar, it is easy for people to confuse them or even mix them together.

Just like dialects, people remember "Love My China" and "Fifty-six Nationalities, Fifty-six Flowers" as the same song, but it is not.

"Teacher Fang, the word you just said is also very good. Would you mind?"

Huang Yihe smiled and said, "How about writing down the lyrics and making it into a song to be the finale of this Spring Festival Gala?"

"Director Huang, you really want more than you have achieved."

Fangyan couldn't help but make a joke.

"Hey, Mr. Fang, those who are capable should do more work."

Huang Yihe said with a wry smile: "To be honest, if your cultural system hadn't refused to let you go, our station would have poached you long ago, and the job of chief director of the Spring Festival Gala would probably have fallen on your head."

Fang Yan said: "Forget it, I can't bear such great pressure. Director Huang should be the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala." (End of this chapter)