Zhang Zao lived in Germany for many years and taught at Minzu University of China after returning home. The first time I met him was May, 2008 13, at my graduation thesis defense meeting. It was the day after the Wenchuan earthquake. After the defense, Mr. Zhang Zao and Mr. Jing Wendong went to Sichuan together, where they had their most concerned friends.
In September 2008, after the first year of postgraduate study, one of the two specialized courses was taught by Professor Zhang Zao. He talked about the intensive reading of poetry texts, mainly taking Lu Xun's prose poem Weeds and Wen Yiduo's modern poems as the analysis objects. "When I am silent, I feel full; I will open my mouth and feel empty at the same time. " This sentence in "Ye Cao Ming" expresses the author's anxiety. "Wow, a bad bird that swims at night flew by." This sentence in Wild Grass Autumn Night is the most powerful voice. The next thing is: "I suddenly heard laughter in the middle of the night and ate the ground." It seems that I don't want to disturb the sleeping people, but the air around me should smile. " In the middle of the night, there is no one else. I immediately recognized the voice in my mouth, and I was immediately driven away by laughter and returned to my room. The ribbon of the lamp was immediately turned over by me. "When a writer can't find his own intonation, it is very painful. When they began to speak, they found their divided selves. They found that with the beginning of expression, there were too many things that they didn't realize before writing.
There are only eight people in China modern and contemporary literature in Grade 08, all of whom are girls. Of all the teachers, Zhang Zao has the best relationship with our students. We affectionately call him "Jujube" and regard him as our big friend. On the weekend, Zao took us to visit 798. Before entering 798, we first went to a blue village, visited the studio of a painter friend of his, and then went to 798 to see various exhibitions. In the studio, we tasted German stout together. I said, good taste is good taste, with the sweetness of soy sauce. Before leaving the studio, kindly remind us that the bathroom will be hard to find for a while. We should take turns to go to the bathroom before we leave. I almost forgot all the exhibitions I saw in 798, but I always remember the "big meal" that day. The "big meal" is all over the world, and the poet's boss treats him at 20 cents. At that time, Zhang Zao helped him to take the name "Tianxia Salt". "Shu people are the salt of the world", which means that only Sichuanese can taste the world. Zhang Zao is from Hunan, but he is a graduate student in Sichuan. Many of his poems are written in Sichuan, and many of his poetry friends are also from Sichuan. "The Lost Duck" is a dish invented by Ermao, and a compass is painted on the plate. It's a pity that when I go to Tianxia Salt for dinner again, there is no food on the menu.
Besides 798, Zao also took us to the home of the poet Kunlun Yuer at the weekend. Kunlun Yuer is a tall Hunan girl who writes good poems and cooks good dishes. Her home is in a village in the suburbs of Beijing, and there is no heating, which makes us almost frozen. However, there, we not only read her great poems, but also saw all kinds of fossils. Most importantly, we had a good time, not only eating the fruit cut by her own hands, but also eating the authentic Hunan cuisine she cooked. There, I learned the correct way to eat pitaya, and I ate super delicious steamed meat for the first time.
At the end of each semester, eight students in our class are used to inviting teachers from all classes to have dinner together. Zao is one of the teachers who love to compete with students to pay the bill. Not only that, jujube usually invites everyone to dinner. In the Hunan restaurant in the west gate of Renmin University, our favorite things are beautiful spring scenery and childlike innocence. There is too much laughter in one of the boxes. Unfortunately, the delicious spring no longer exists, and innocence has changed the chef and menu. In addition to these two strongholds, restaurants in Ximen, such as Dongpo in Meizhou, Li Shifu and Guilin Rice Noodles, have left us many memories. Occasionally, when I eat a poorly cooked dish, Jujube said, "This dish is simply immoral."
Jujube describes Beijing's winter as "fantastic", because when there is no smog, the sun is shining outside the window and the indoor heating is pleasant. As soon as I went out, I knew the cold was biting. Jujube usually gives us classes or chats, and speaks Mandarin with Hunan accent mixed with Sichuan accent. In fact, he has a good language talent, can speak many languages, and speaks Mandarin with clear pronunciation and mellow voice. But when he spoke clear pronunciation and mellow voice in Mandarin, the feeling of news broadcast suddenly lost its intimacy. Not only are we not used to it, but he can't stand it, so under normal circumstances, he refuses to speak standard Mandarin with clear pronunciation and mellow voice.
At the Wenxin Reading Club, he told us about Takovski's film theory "Carving Time", analyzed Takovski's autobiographical film "Mirror" and recommended us to watch Lars Fontier's "Breaking the Wave".
At the end of the term, in addition to assigning papers like other course teachers, Zaozao asked us to write a poem for him, and he commented on the dinner after the second semester started. Jia Ying's description of the village women on their way home is really amazing. The Apple written by Yi Jue, experienced people have personal experience. Kangkang didn't write poetry, she wrote a novel. I wrote two songs and drew Chinese milk vetch beside them. Zao said my poem was a little too formal, so I have the opportunity to give you some advice on how to improve it. Unfortunately, such an opportunity will never appear again.
When we first heard the news of his departure, we couldn't believe it, but the cruel time made us accept the fact.
I want to say too much. Before I started writing, I was always full of anxiety about "sounding". After I started writing, I was "at sea". He tasted the sweetness of life and shared it with us. Now, his words have turned into incense dust and still accompany us every day.
Denglong town
Lantern town, lantern town
You like the latest false news.
Nobody wants you.
Unless you build the statue yourself.
(Chorus)
A fake statue, a statue
Red lanterns and green wine
(voiceover)
Where to put it, where to put it.
The tiger picked up the statue.
Towards the last forest
The statue was shrouded in dusk.
Like wearing your own heart.
Lantern town, lantern town, don't want to breathe
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(Lantern Town is Zhang Zao's masterpiece, which was written when he was ill. Many of the handwriting is unclear. It is published here because several of his friends and editors have compiled information related to handwriting. )