Prose ｜ Yang Qingzhen: Nanbaoshan handwriting

Text/Yang Qingzhen

We rushed to Nan Baoshan in the heavy rain. The rain was too heavy, and I walked from the parking lot to the housing villa with an umbrella, and the dresses were almost soaked.

Sitting on the gazebo, the thick fog surrounded by the surroundings permeated, and no mountain was seen. The hydrangea flowers in the yard grow up flourishing. Under the rain of rain, the large blue -purple flowers are bright in color. The fence was covered with white wildlier, and the dream was as stunned.

This place is 1850 meters above sea level, and the air is wet and cool in the rain. Thinking of the heat in the cities under the mountains is a journey of crossing.

Not only the crossing of space. This time we came to Nanbaoshan, we were going to a 30 -year classmate. The old classmates do n’t meet again, and they are still familiar and kind. Time seems to be folded. We return to the green onion campus. They are still friends of classmates. They learn together, laugh, chase, make trouble, carefree, and do n’t know the sorrow. Everything is still yesterday. In other words, this trip to Nanbaoshan is also a journey of time.

Finally, the rain gradually became smaller. After lunch, the rain suddenly stopped, and the thick white clouds in the valley began to rise. The outline of the mountains across the mountains appeared, and the beautiful arcs were like the sleeping position of the Buddha, peaceful and quiet. The tip of the needle is full of coolness.

Thirty years ago, my classmates and I graduated from the teacher. From then on, they have been going on, and it is difficult to see. Although it is not far away, it is only occasionally contacted on the WeChat phone. Many years have passed, and the appearance and expression of each other are not much changed, and there are not many in their shapes, but the wrinkles are dark and white. Some boys simply shaved their heads and were mentally neat.

When the old classmates met each other, naturally there were a lot of words, and everyone was desperately saying. Especially at night, beer barbecue took turns into battle. Under the pouring of drinks, they sang loudly and yelled at each other.

The owner brought a large pot of dishes, the grill ribs of the broader market, and said with a smile. Take a paper towel, hand the chopsticks, send the wine glass, and live a busy. Someone had handed over the wine glass and asked him to drink. He waved his hand and said that he had done an operation. He had no wine glass for 10 years. It seems that everyone has their own time spectrum.

Teacher Yu, the head teacher, also came. We are the first batch of students taught after graduating from college. Perhaps impressive, maybe with affection. In the past many years, he still remembers the names and hobbies of each classmate. Teacher Yu has not changed at all. Almost still has a handsome and handsome small fresh meat, the skin color is as fair and smooth of the year. Time kills a pig knife, as if he is helpless.

At that time, the duty of the year reappeared and shouted "standing up". I saw Tears in Teacher Yu's eyes flickering.

Someone proposed that Teacher Yu should take another lesson. Teacher Yu is a psychological expert. The class meeting of the year always gave us a lot of inspiration.

"Don't be happy, don't be sad." Teacher Yu said, today I will give you this sentence. At that time, a group of eighteen -nine -year -old teachers were fledgling, and no one knew what was the front. There was confusion and colorful fantasies. After graduating, Teacher Yu told us a large basket of inspirational words, and I remember his words so far.

"Learn to find help." The words he said later was repeatedly practiced by me, tried unhappy, and transferred to my students. I always believe that the mutual care and friendship from each other will form a powerful magnetic field.

It's really fast, 30 years have passed. Looking back at the way, there was some rolling and experience in Hongchen. We are close to the years of knowing the destiny. When people reach middle age, they have both humiliation, and their perceptions are very different from the past. It's not easy for anyone to cool down. For example, I have fewer and less emotions, and my heart is cool. Many things have not been in my heart.

In the final analysis, what is "get" and what is "lost"? Lost east, the mulberry elm. Different positions, the mirror image is different.

Teacher Yu was still talking. I think that it is close to the realm of Taoism without being happy and not sad.

Three years, Teacher Yu will retire. I think the eight words he spit out gently, in fact, it is very heavy. There must be too many sweetness and bitterness. It is difficult to say, and it is even more difficult to understand.

A dream of the world. Go to love as much as you can, and light up every candle.

In the dream, many unforgettable. Speaking of the famous lazy female teacher, the ringtone of the music class rang, and no teacher came in. The representative of the class went to the office and could not find the teacher. Go to the teacher's dormitory to knock on the door, she is still sleeping. I still remember that when she was playing with her ears, she always rebuked me with poor sound differences, poor rhythms, disdain and disdain, and the words were scarce. When she said, there was no music cells at all.

In fact, I love music very much. She was hit hard for a long time, and for a long time, she was extremely inferior and did not dare to sing. Even after graduation, my colleague met. When I was in karaoke, I would always just sit next to listening and applauding.

Of course there are good teachers. Young male teachers who taught "Selection and Writing" graduated from the Chinese Department and demonstrated composition in the classroom. He paced back and forth on the podium, looking at the green trees outside the window, and the beautiful words blurted out. We finally know what is talent and what is exports.

Under his influence, many students fascinated literature. We have formed a class literature club to practice writing poetry, prose, and novels, and publish a social magazine every month. I was diligent. At that time, the student's bedroom was turned off at 10:30 in the evening. It was dark. I slipped out and wrote things under the street lights squatting. Later, I joined the school's literature society. Later, I started publishing works in some newspapers and periodicals. I actually had a little fame. When I walked on the campus, someone would recognize me and took the initiative to come forward to talk. In the third grade, I became the president of the school literature club. I organized outing, watching movies, inviting writers and poets to teach the community, which was quite active.

The past is not as good as smoke, everything is vivid.

Drunk until half, someone took out a piece of paper, saying that it was a prose poem written on the night, and I wanted to read it for everyone. The noisy and noisy faded, suddenly hearing the phrase "Remember the idiot in the mandarin forest ..." The audience laughed.

"Quiet, quiet!" Lao Pu knocked on the table, and I had to recite it, everyone listened!

His voice was hoarse. He was still serious at that time. At that time, he stayed in the art room all day, and patted a lot of sketches in the plaster image. I am obsessed with poetry novels, and I have to hand in art. I panicked up a sketch that Lao Pu discarded, and actually got "good".

In the night, I sang a song generously, singing naturally. I believe that even if you sing the deserted cavity, the students will not laugh at me. What is the sound and rhythm, who cares about, singing, love, singing found its own meaning at the source.

I used this song to completely reconcile with the music lessons of that year.

In the past, it gradually emerged in the background of memory. Once, such a young group of people graduated from junior high school, and was admitted to the teacher with the best results in the county. Since then, the rural household registration has been taken out of the rural household registration. There is a library -layer world masterpiece, which is really a golden period in life.

In the title of the middle school and students, it is the gay of a generation.

After graduation, everyone is working hard. And I have been a teacher, a journalist, engaged in the management of scenic spots, and participating in poverty alleviation in Liangshan Prefecture. We were trapped by our own destiny, walking through many ways, tears and laughter, song and cry have become the past. Many things have been forgotten over time. This also proves the ruthlessness of time from one side, and forgotten is the characteristics of people.

However, only the story of the normal school, from the back pot meat to the nightmare -like physical education class, from the outings of Baihe Mountain to the snacks in the bedroom, making us unforgettable.

That night, I went to bed with my roommate again. Continue to talk, say a lot, as if you want to make up for the time of losing these years. Ying said, you have not changed, or the idealism. I said, you have changed, I am talking about dressing, exquisite makeup, such a stunning dress, now I changed a white cotton cloth dress, flat shoes, and moon white wind.

Yes, she sighed, how comfortable people came to middle age.

Qingshan is still the sunset. Back to Nanbaoshan. At this moment, I found that time became the protagonist and a topic that could not be around. Perhaps people's obsession with time is actually the obsession with the past.

Suddenly thinking of the ancient Greek philosopher Zhinuo, he designed a ridiculous game in the infinite division of time. He asserted: "Feiya is not moving!" He meant that because the arrows were in the process of flying during the flight process There is a temporary position in an instant, so there is no difference between it in this position.

Isn't it a group of arrows in time?

Feiya does not move. Everything is still yesterday.

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