The heavenly king covers the earth tiger, the chicken stews mushrooms. Pagoda to subdue the river demon, mushroom to put chili.
From "Lin Hai Xue Yuan"
When it comes to the movie "Lin Hai Xue Yuan", almost no one knows it and no one is unaware of it. The legendary story of Yang Zi Rong's lone entry into the bandit's nest and his wise suppression of Weihu Mountain has made countless people feel very happy. The famous phrase "the king of the heavens covers the earth and the tiger, the pagoda subdues the river demon" has been passed down from generation to generation.
"Forest and Sea Snowy Plains" in the black language code bandits: mushroom, you which way? What price? (What person? To where?) Yang Zirong: Ha! Want what to come what, want to eat milk came mom, want to mother's family, the child his uncle came.
(Looking for peers) Yang Zirong: Greetings to the three masters! Bandits: Heavenly King covers the earth! (You have big guts! How dare you come to anger your ancestors?) Yang Zi Rong: The Pagoda subdues the River Demon! (If that happens, tell me to fall from the mountain and drown in the river).
Bandit: How can a wild pheasant go up to the Heavenly King's Mountain when it is bored to death? (You're not a proper one.) Yang Zirong: There is plenty of rice on the ground, feed ah, there is a root! (I'm a genuine, old-fashioned man.) Bandit: Have you met Grandma? (Who did you learn from as a child?)
Writing Background:
In 1946, at the beginning of the liberation war, the Northeast region formed a confrontation between the enemy and us. In order to consolidate the base areas and mobilize manpower and material resources to support the liberation war, the PLA began to implement land reform. However, a handful of defeated Kuomintang bandits fled into the mountains and forests, colluded with local bandits and landlords to form an army of bandits, and went on a rampage, carrying out madness, killing, looting, and destroying the land reform.
So the higher-ups decided to organize a small detachment into the mountains to carry out a small group action, while reconnaissance to combat the enemy, the combination of reconnaissance and fighting. The author and his comrades then took on part of this honorable and arduous task. They went deep into the deep mountains and dense forests along the Xiaoxinganling Mountains in the northeast in the winter of 1946, and circled the bandit leaders who claimed to have several brigades.
Qu Bo had never engaged in literary creation before, but the battle heroes who sacrificed their lives for the revolution lived in his heart at all times. When he was in the hospital for treatment of his injuries, he had countless times told stories of his comrades and the battles of Linhai Xueyuan.
These stories, especially Yang Zirong's heroic deeds, made the listeners move and marvel, and gained some kind of strength from them. He had a strong desire to create something after telling them.
But because of the busy work, coupled with the low level of writing, initially tried to write three chapters, they feel overwhelmed: one is the inner feelings of the pen can not be expressed; the second can not be divided into weight, plain narrative, the power to make the knife edge. In a fit of pique, he tore up all three chapters he had written.
In the middle of the night one day before the Spring Festival in 1955, the author went home in the snow, all the way home, still thinking about how to write a good novel, how to break through the language and text barrier and other issues.
When he arrived home, a glance at the sweet sleep of his wife and children, a deep feeling can not help but surging to the heart: he remembered eight years ago, North Manchuria is also blowing a blizzard, when it was the night before the attack on Weihu Mountain; and now the motherland has been unprecedentedly strong, the construction of all aspects of the brilliant achievements, their own cottage is so warm and cozy, and the family life is so beautiful, but all of this. Yang Zirong, Gao Bo and other comrades did not see and did not enjoy.
It was for the sake of a better today and an even better future that they gave up their precious lives during the most difficult years. Looking out of the window flying snowflakes, the vast sea of forests, snow-capped plains, Yang Zirong, Gao Bo, Chen Zhenyi, Luan Chaojia, Sun Dade, Liu Yuncang, Liu Qingquan, Li Hengyu and other comrades of the image and deeds, and one by one in the author's mind.
From then on, Qu Bo worked overtime for three to four hours every night, and Sundays and holidays were the most concentrated time for him to write. From February 1955 to August 1956, in a year and a half of spare time, Qu Bo completed a 400,000-word manuscript.