From Lin Hai Xue Yuan
When it comes to the movie "Lin Hai Xue Yuan", almost everyone knows it. The legendary story of Yang Zirong, a knight-errant, entering the bandit's nest alone and intelligently suppressing the Tiger Mountain has made countless people hooked up. The famous phrase "the heavenly king covers the earth and the tiger, the river demon in Baota Town" has been passed down from generation to generation.
Gangster: Mushroom, which way are you going? What is the price? (What person? Where to? ) Yang Zirong: Ha! Come what you want, want to eat milk, mom, miss her family, and her uncle is here.
(Looking for a colleague) Yang Zirong: Meet Third Master! Bandit: King Gai Di Hu! How dare you! Dare to anger your ancestors? Yang Zirong: River Demon in Baota Town! In that case, let me fall from the mountain and drown in the river.
Bandit: Pheasants can't climb Mount Tianwang with their heads bent on drilling! You are not a real card. Yang Zirong: There is plenty of rice on the ground. Hey, there is a foundation! (Lao Tzu is a real brand, an old brand. ) Bandit: Have you met grandma? Who did you worship as a teacher since childhood? )
Writing background:
1946 At the beginning of the war of liberation, the situation of confrontation between the enemy and ourselves was formed in Northeast China. In order to consolidate the base areas and mobilize manpower and material resources to support the war of liberation, the PLA began to implement land reform. However, a handful of defeated Kuomintang bandits fled into the deep mountains and dense forests, colluded with local habitual bandits and landlords and bullies, formed bandit armed forces, and went on a rampage of burning, killing and looting, undermining land reform.
Therefore, the superior research decided to organize small teams to enter the mountains, carry out small group actions, attack the enemy while reconnaissance, and combine reconnaissance with combat. The author and his comrades-in-arms undertook a part of this glorious and arduous task. In the winter of 1946, they went deep into the mountains and forests around Xiaoxing 'anling in the northeast, and started to deal with the bandits who claimed to have several brigades.
Qu Bo has never been engaged in literary creation before, but the fighting heroes who died for the revolution always live in his heart. When he was recuperating in the hospital, he told the stories of his comrades-in-arms and the battles in Linhai Xueyuan countless times.
These stories, especially Yang Zirong's heroic deeds, made the listeners all moved and amazed, and gained some strength from them. After talking about it, he had a strong desire to create.
However, due to busy work and low writing level, I tried to write three chapters at first, but I felt powerless: first, my inner feelings could not be expressed in my pen; Second, we can't tell the difference between the light and the heavy, and we can't tell the truth directly. In a rage, he tore up all the three chapters he had written.
1955 In the middle of the night before the Spring Festival, the author braved the snow and went home, still puzzling over how to write this novel well and how to break through the language barrier.
When he got home, he saw his sleeping wife and children at a glance, and a deep feeling came to his mind: he remembered that eight years ago, there was also a strong wind and snowstorm in Beiman, which was the night before the flying attack on Weihu Mountain; Today, the motherland has become stronger than ever, and brilliant achievements have been made in all aspects of construction. My cabin is so warm and comfortable, and my family life is so happy, but all this has not been seen or enjoyed by Yang Zirong, Gao Bo and other comrades.
It is for a better today and a better future that they gave their precious lives in the most difficult years. Looking out the window at the flying snowflakes, the boundless beautiful sea and the snowy fields, the images and deeds of Yang Zirong, Gao Bo, Chen Zhenyi, Luan Chaojia, Sun Dade, Liu Yuncang, Liu Qingquan, Li Hengyu and other comrades reappeared in the author's mind.
Since then, Qu Bo has worked overtime for three to four hours every night, and Sundays and holidays are the most concentrated time for his writing. From1February 1955 to1August 1956, Qu Bo completed a manuscript of 400,000 words in his spare time of one and a half years.