Li Defeng: honor -a dear and respectable elder

That year I just completed the recruit training and was assigned to a high gun camp of the Army. During a group inspection of the group army, I met Rong Fanshi. He is the deputy director of the Military Affairs Office and the leading team in this working group. At that time, I was just a recruit. It can be said that the head leader was my head, and the director was naturally a very big official in my heart.

The recruit is the "recruit egg" in the veteran's mouth. I do n’t know much about the rules of the army. I have self -knowledge. I naturally stay away during the inspection, but I failed to hide after all. When he saw me, he asked, "Little Comrade, come over. Just the next team is not suitable?" I answered a sentence, "The head is good!" At the same time, he raised his right hand hard, and he returned the gift. "We are a fellow, I am in Tancheng, where are you?" "The head of the report, I am also a Tancheng!" At the moment of the four eyes, my eyes slipped, even if it was in the majesty kind. "Little fellow, do it well, what difficulties can tell me." I promised, "Yes! Yes!" I thought about it, "Although the Mandarin I speak is not standard, it is just a few words. How did he listen to? I went out of the village ... "I did not return to God until he stretched out his hand and hurriedly stretched out his hands.

Later, I knew that the important responsibility of the Military Affairs Office was to manage the soldiers, often dealing with the soldiers, and studying the emotions and soldiers. Naturally, they were knowledgeable and understanding. Ten, let alone fellows.

We met again five years later. At that time, I had graduated from the military academy and studied at the Group's Propaganda Office. Once I chatted with his comrades Xiao Han, I realized that Director Rong was his uncle, and he had been transferred to the Qiegang and was promoted to the director. We agreed to visit together.

However, that visit made me very embarrassed. Director of Rong was treated. The table was the youngest and the lowest in my position. Although the amount of drinking was not the same, the age was full of vigor, and the result was a mess. Twenty years have passed, so far I still remember the first drunk experience in this life. I sat on the stone bench of the gazebo outside the hotel and vomited. Drink too much. " I think, did you still laugh at us secretly there at that time, "I don't know that the sky is high, you are still very tender." Later, after running before running, I packed the disabled and found a place for us to live and rest.

It was more than ten years ago with Rong Lao. After retiring, he said that he would publish a book and want me to help me operate. Focusing on the topic of books and writing, we started frequent contacts. Listening to his writing background of writing an article, the strong rural voice revealed the feelings of nostalgia, affection, and comrades. , Literary talent.

He was born at the beginning of the founding of the country and grew up drinking the Yellow River. The beautiful and vast field gives him the pursuit of his life, the unruly Yellow River, and nurturing his powerful and unyielding character. "My parents are not literate, but I ordered me to study well." His 30 -year -old military career has never been a political and cadre who has "written as the main". However, he had never stopped the pen in his hands and managing the organization and management functions. This had to make me admire and be ashamed.

This prose collection is named "Sadness and Happy Years". He said in the preface that learning to write articles began in a "volunteer letter to the group". At that time, the troops also had a cavalry. As soon as he joined the army, he was divided into the control of the hand. Once he and the head of the regiment group Liu Tangzhong carried the horse dung basket and walked leisurely, inadvertently had the following dialogue: "Do you want to join the regiment?" "Think." "Then you have to write a volunteer letter to the group." "Okay."

After the volunteer letter to the group was handed over to Lianli, his instructor Cui Youji was happy, and he was excited to "broadcast" at the full conference. At this moment, even the officers and soldiers knew that there was a recruit of "writing" articles. "Later, the company recommended me to participate in the news reports organized by the regiment. At this point, I started working, studying, accompanied by the book, and the pen." The difference between people lies in my spare time. He continued to be cultivated for thirty years, and there were newspapers and periodicals from articles, which accumulated these more than 300,000 words.

In order to seek a word stable, tolerate half of the cold. Behind any little progress is hard work. I feel the same. It is a spiritual comfort to write my heart, writing my heart. It is a process of happiness, pursuit, and even more beautiful than success. Just as Mo Yan's "happy" writing, pain and happiness.

Rong Lao has a mind about writing, and once sighed that "people finally become gray soil, and books can be passed down." After retiring, he asked someone to engrave such a self -written federation on the bookcase: "Kang Zeshou, with tenacious perseverance, persisted in exercise, healthy and longevity; There is a successful success. "He said," This is like the two 'legs' like me', so as to take every step of retirement and live every day. Paying a wish 'life endless, writing more than' The edge of the river of literature is best to swim inside. "

"Destiny is destined to work for a lifetime, and live a leisurely life that raises and has nothing to do, so I can't stop it for a while." Eight years later, the second essay collection of "The Years" Fu Zi was three again. 100,000 words. He said modestly: "The articles have different genres, unevenness, and limited levels. But‘ Father is not suspected of being ugly ’, he is still not shallow, and he has this small book."

Life is never as good as in the mind, nor is it as bad as the intention. A few years ago, Rong Lao had suffered a serious illness and was in despair for a time. He was the second spring of the medical staff who rescued the wounded. Since then, he liberated the vicissitudes of the annual rotation, let go of the thoughts of the disease bondage, and spend his efforts to support his grandchildren, accompanied him with paper and pen, and walked through the lonely and lonely days, saved these temperature -rich days of temperature and temperature. Word. "Destiny cannot be in your own hands, and the trains of life cannot follow the wicked trajectory Mercedes. . "This is why Rong Lao's so -called" grass becomes a book ". Self -modest is a consistent style of glory. Whether it was when he was in office, or Huafa was full of retirement. Over the years, he has always been "you grow up" with SMS to WeChat with my forgetfulness. Talking or meeting and chatting, evenly commensurate with generations, which makes me really unbearable. I have the same age and my brothers and brothers and my brothers. I dare to call it big.

Rong Lao's cheerful personality and funny speaking, not only self -modest, but also often ridiculed by himself. The article "The Resty Life" in the book is the "aspiration" written by his serious illness. Essence At the beginning, ridiculous: "I, I don't get sick, it is a staggering, saying that it sounds the alarm, it is the funeral clock. "He said that he should adhere to everything early, strive for the initiative, and write down this article, saying that this is his own" view of death "and the" death education "of future generations, which is moving. This reminds me of the epitaph written by Mr. Qi Gong at the age of 66. The mood of the two can be described as the same.

"As long as the body permits, I still like to use the" writing 'way to relieve the knot in the chest, interpret the blessing mind, to be intoxicated in the text I write, record my heart journey, release my passion ... "That character, like a gravel, is on the road of his amateur creation; the text of that paragraph is like the spiny jujube in the late autumn mountain weir, decorated with crystal red in the colorful and colorful autumn.

There is a way to say "half a good article", but the good topic of an article is often encountered and unable to ask. Sometimes it is in vain to rack the brains, but inadvertently flashes, it may be. Have you experienced it. This article has been brewing for a long time, but because there is no problem that makes you satisfied, he can't move. "Honor" is a walking out a few days ago. Although it can't make people shine, there may be a bit of tacky, but the word is short. Rong Lao's more than half a century, fortunately, he was fortunate to abandon his words. It was precisely because there were countless people who used Rong Lao as the flag, and a stroke was put on the flowers of contemporary Chinese literature.

The glory, the honor, and the old man, the intersection for dozens of years, formed a text. Thanksgiving and lucky encounter, these people, these things, these words flowing from the depths of the soul.

It's again Bayi, feeling the past, it is for thought.

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