Ling Jiefang joined the army after graduating from high school and became an engineer in Datong, Shanxi. At that time, he sank hundreds of meters underground every day to dig coal, wearing long water boots, a miner's hat and a miner's lamp on his head, and a rope tied around his waist, groping in knee-high black water. Hearing the black water swishing under his feet and looking up at the darkness, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sadness, and he had reached the bottom of his life.
He doesn't want to live such a life. After coming out of the mine every day, he plunged into the regimental library, read everything, and even chewed Ci Hai from beginning to end. In fact, he has neither a clear direction nor a lofty goal in mind. All he knows is that if he doesn't work hard, his life will be over. With the conditions at that time, he really couldn't find a better way to change himself except reading.
The more books he reads, the more interested he is in ancient Chinese. There are some broken temples and historical sites near the military station. In his spare time, he extended the inscription with a pencil and took it back to study. These inscriptions are obscure, can't be found in books, have neither punctuation nor notes, and are all figured out by themselves. After reading countless inscriptions, his level of ancient prose has advanced by leaps and bounds unconsciously, and it is very easy to look back at ancient books such as "The View of Ancient Prose". When he retired from the army, he almost finished reading the books in the League library. Even he didn't expect that it was this aimless self-study that laid a solid foundation for his future career.
After switching to a local job, he began to study A Dream of Red Mansions. Because of his solid basic skills and unique opinions, he was quickly absorbed as a member of the National Red Cross Society. 1982, invited to attend a seminar on "A Dream of Red Mansions". Experts and scholars talked about Cao Xueqin and his grandfather Cao Yin from A Dream of Red Mansions, and then linked him with Emperor Kangxi. Then someone lamented that the literary works about Emperor Kangxi were still blank in China. During the speech, everyone regretted it. The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. Suddenly, he had an idea. He was determined to write a historical novel.
At this time, his solid knowledge of ancient Chinese in the army finally came in handy. He made little effort in studying first-hand historical materials. In the summer heat, he wrapped a towel on his arm and soaked his feet in a bucket to prevent mosquitoes and keep cool. He holds a cattail leaf fan in his left hand and writes with his right hand. He writes very hard. Almost naturally, 1986, he published his first long historical novel Kangxi the Great under the pseudonym of "February River". From then on, he was full of creative enthusiasm, just like the February River welcoming spring. His life began to thaw.
There is no doubt that if there is no self-study experience in the army, there will be no world-famous February River. 2 1 year-old, fell into the lowest valley of life and reached the peak in the year of no doubt. From an overage repeat student to a famous writer, the turning point seems a bit wrong. But February River doesn't understand it that way. He said, "Life is like a cauldron. At the bottom of the kettle, no matter which direction you go, you will go up. " (Text/Jiang Qinfeng) When he was born, it coincided with the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. Father was delighted and named him Ling Jiefang, homophonic "pro-liberation" and looking forward to the early liberation of the motherland. After a few years, I finally hoped for national liberation, but Ling liberation made my father and teachers hurt their brains. His academic performance was so poor that he failed from primary school to middle school and stumbled all the way. He barely graduated from high school until he was 2l years old.
Ling Jiefang joined the army after graduating from high school and became an engineer in Datong, Shanxi. At that time, he sank hundreds of meters underground every day to dig coal, wearing long water boots, a miner's hat and a miner's lamp on his head, and a rope tied around his waist, groping in knee-high black water. Hearing the black water swishing under his feet and looking up at the darkness, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sadness, and he had reached the bottom of his life.
He doesn't want to live such a life. After coming out of the mine every day, he plunged into the regimental library, read everything, and even chewed Ci Hai from beginning to end. In fact, he has neither a clear direction nor a lofty goal in mind. All he knows is that if he doesn't work hard, his life will be over. With the conditions at that time, he really couldn't find a better way to change himself except reading.
The more books he reads, the more interested he is in ancient Chinese. There are some broken temples and historical sites near the military station. In his spare time, he extended the inscription with a pencil and took it back to study. These inscriptions are obscure, can't be found in books, have neither punctuation nor notes, and are all figured out by themselves. After reading countless inscriptions, his level of ancient prose has advanced by leaps and bounds unconsciously, and it is very easy to look back at ancient books such as "The View of Ancient Prose". When he retired from the army, he almost finished reading the books in the League library. Even he didn't expect that it was this aimless self-study that laid a solid foundation for his future career.
After switching to a local job, he began to study A Dream of Red Mansions. Because of his solid basic skills and unique opinions, he was quickly absorbed as a member of the National Red Cross Society. 1982, invited to attend a seminar on "A Dream of Red Mansions". Experts and scholars talked about Cao Xueqin and his grandfather Cao Yin from A Dream of Red Mansions, and then linked him with Emperor Kangxi. Then someone lamented that the literary works about Emperor Kangxi were still blank in China. During the speech, everyone regretted it. The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. Suddenly, he had an idea. He was determined to write a historical novel.
At this time, his solid knowledge of ancient Chinese in the army finally came in handy. He made little effort in studying first-hand historical materials. In the summer heat, he wrapped a towel on his arm and soaked his feet in a bucket to prevent mosquitoes and keep cool. He holds a cattail leaf fan in his left hand and writes with his right hand. He writes very hard. Almost naturally, 1986, he published his first long historical novel Kangxi the Great under the pseudonym of "February River". From then on, he was full of creative enthusiasm, just like the February River welcoming spring. His life began to thaw.
There is no doubt that if there is no self-study experience in the army, there will be no world-famous February River. 2 1 year-old, fell into the lowest valley of life and reached the peak in the year of no doubt. From an overage repeat student to a famous writer, the turning point seems a bit wrong. But February River doesn't understand it that way. He said, "Life is like a cauldron. At the bottom of the kettle, no matter which direction you go, you will go up. " (Text/Jiang Qinfeng) When he was born, it coincided with the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. Father was delighted and named him Ling Jiefang, homophonic "pro-liberation" and looking forward to the early liberation of the motherland. After a few years, I finally hoped for national liberation, but Ling liberation made my father and teachers hurt their brains. His academic performance was so poor that he failed from primary school to middle school and stumbled all the way. He barely graduated from high school until he was 2l years old.
Ling Jiefang joined the army after graduating from high school and became an engineer in Datong, Shanxi. At that time, he sank hundreds of meters underground every day to dig coal, wearing long water boots, a miner's hat and a miner's lamp on his head, and a rope tied around his waist, groping in knee-high black water. Hearing the black water swishing under his feet and looking up at the darkness, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sadness, and he had reached the bottom of his life.
He doesn't want to live such a life. After coming out of the mine every day, he plunged into the regimental library, read everything, and even chewed Ci Hai from beginning to end. In fact, he has neither a clear direction nor a lofty goal in mind. All he knows is that if he doesn't work hard, his life will be over. With the conditions at that time, he really couldn't find a better way to change himself except reading.
The more books he reads, the more interested he is in ancient Chinese. There are some broken temples and historical sites near the military station. In his spare time, he extended the inscription with a pencil and took it back to study. These inscriptions are obscure, can't be found in books, have neither punctuation nor notes, and are all figured out by themselves. After reading countless inscriptions, his level of ancient prose has advanced by leaps and bounds unconsciously, and it is very easy to look back at ancient books such as "The View of Ancient Prose". When he retired from the army, he almost finished reading the books in the League library. Even he didn't expect that it was this aimless self-study that laid a solid foundation for his future career.
After switching to a local job, he began to study A Dream of Red Mansions. Because of his solid basic skills and unique opinions, he was quickly absorbed as a member of the National Red Cross Society. 1982, invited to attend a seminar on "A Dream of Red Mansions". Experts and scholars talked about Cao Xueqin and his grandfather Cao Yin from A Dream of Red Mansions, and then linked him with Emperor Kangxi. Then someone lamented that the literary works about Emperor Kangxi were still blank in China. During the speech, everyone regretted it. The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. Suddenly, he had an idea. He was determined to write a historical novel.
At this time, his solid knowledge of ancient Chinese in the army finally came in handy. He made little effort in studying first-hand historical materials. In the summer heat, he wrapped a towel on his arm and soaked his feet in a bucket to prevent mosquitoes and keep cool. He holds a cattail leaf fan in his left hand and writes with his right hand. He writes very hard. Almost naturally, 1986, he published his first long historical novel Kangxi the Great under the pseudonym of "February River". From then on, he was full of creative enthusiasm, just like the February River welcoming spring. His life began to thaw.
There is no doubt that if there is no self-study experience in the army, there will be no world-famous February River. 2 1 year-old, fell into the lowest valley of life and reached the peak in the year of no doubt. From an overage repeat student to a famous writer, the turning point seems a bit wrong. But February River doesn't understand it that way. He said, "Life is like a cauldron. At the bottom of the kettle, no matter which direction you go, you will go up. " (Text/Jiang Qinfeng)