Looking back at the past, it is not an exaggeration to describe the reading experience in the 1970s and 1980s as "ravenous".
At that time, there were a dazzling array of national, provincial and municipal literary journals, the shelves of bookstores shone brightly, writers and poets were envied by everyone, and in the elegant palaces, people assiduously and thirsty for rich spiritual food, nourishing Keeping and nurturing the fullness and beauty of the soul.
I remember, people's literature, , poetry journals; I also remember the buds and poetry trends; I also remember the exquisite literary journals edited by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles in each province...
There are so many inspiring novellas, and so many inspiring and beautiful articles. Huazhang, how many ups and downs of poems and songs...
let a hundred flowers bloom, a hundred schools of thought contend , on the land of Chinese civilization, a flourishing culture, a dazzling and prosperous landscape, all permeated with people's yearning for a better life.
Nowadays, we can no longer see those passions that once were surging. The spiritual food has been bent in the faults of memory and cannot return. It has been turned into a slave by pedantic money, turned into disaster by the vulgarity of interests, and the civilization castle built on the soul. Destroyed. How
should adjust the cultural compass of the new era is a big problem that needs to be solved urgently before us, and how difficult is it to complete this important task?
Looking for the spiritual Garden of Eden, where is the way?
