子云走了中翻英ZiyunIsGone.docVIP

Ziyun Is Gone By Wang Meng I met Li Ziyun in Shanghai on two consecutive days, May 21st and the 22nd. She looked fine, but very weak, leaning against An Yi as she moved, and talked much less than usual. Contrary to expectations, she died, on June 10, which was so sudden and had nearly no sign. She was talkative. Every time we met in Beijing, we used to talk more than 4 or 5 hours. We exchanged opinions on literature, on the writers and works, and on Writers Association and Federation of Literature, when she made a great show of her talents. No matter what the public criticism was tend to be, no matter what status the author was in, she would stick to her own view. To her, good is good, and bad is bad, including my works. One of her disfavors is flaunting my writing techniques, which makes a lot of variety but cannot touch her heart. And the other one is my soaped-pig fashion, such as if I want to display warmness and harmony, but actually I say “the fall is so cold” instead. Also, we couldn’t see eye to eye about several views. For example, she didn’t appreciate popular literature, while I thought that should be inclusive. We hit it off well, but always disagree with each other. On the whole, neither of us has convinced each other, but has interacted on each other. The first time I saw her was at the fourth session of Cultural Representative Congress. In her talk the issue of literature and arts in Shanghai was raised. She had edited the magazine Shanghai Literature, where she published a long article, questioning the view that literature serves the politics. She was unpopular among some people, but also supported by some people. She used to work for Comrade Xia Yan, and from her we can see how clear and lofty Comrade Xia Yan was. Could everything in the world be so clear? Until 1979, until which I had been a Party member for 30 years, I finally came back after being expelled from the Party for 22 years. Everything then seemed so promising, but I was still under