Flying over my hometown of maple and poplar

Until the early 1950s, my home area of Maple and Poplar was covered with rare poppy fields in the South. In spring, the fields on both sides of the river were invaded by scarlet, layered and charming, such as a barren red wave that stirred up the remote countryside and the bloody breath of life and death of my fellow villagers. My younger uncle was still in the countryside, saying that he was like a wild dog, haunted among the haystacks, poppy fields, dung heaps and obese women in his hometown, and did not want to go home. I often think of him a thousand miles away. I think of him sitting in the big red flowers of the old maple and poplar home. He is a small, dark country man facing the southwest city. He has a strange look of sleeping, laughing and scolding on his small face. He sings a lot of chaotic songs, including one calling his beloved dog.
Dog, dog, come on.
Take me to Hanyao to kiss my little girl
Grandfather lived in the city, old-fashioned, but his memory is bright. When dusk came, the house was filled with a long sigh from my grandfather. He was too late to go to bed. “Maybe he’ll wake up tomorrow and be blind.” So he sat in the darkening room with wide eyes, quiet and vigorous, like an old bronze eagle.
My uncle can be seen in the pupil enlarged by grandfather’s memory. Grandfather stirred up his youngest son and a pack of wild dogs. The former younger uncle was a ghost who loved to wear a sunshade cap for city people and wandered in the poppy fields in a strange way.
One summer, he threw his sunshade cap into the river and fell in love with a pack of wild dogs. So people all saw the young master of the wealthy man mixing with the wild dog all day long, crazy, non-human and non-dog, becoming a strange scandal in the Fengyuan village.
“That beast knows nothing about the world, only dog sex.” Grandfather cursed your uncle. He said, “Leave him alone and let him become a dog too.” My grandfather was sad to think of the ghost son. How many late-night uncles, full of vigor, followed by wild dogs, stumbled on the ridges of the fields, his footprints closely driving the dog’s pebble-shaped footprints, all over the Maple and Poplar Country corners. Sometimes my uncle broke into the villagers’house panting for water, and the dog barked loudly in the nearby field.
No one living along the river did not know Yao Shu. Speaking of Yao Shu, they all thought he was born by a God and ghost. They did not know whether it was good or bad that he brought Maple Poplar.
On the Qingming Festival, when the family members lined up in a single column and went to the ancestral temple to sacrifice their ancestors, nobody could find the figure of your uncle. Grandfather kowtowed angrily at his ancestor’s tablet and came across a dish of offerings. He hoarsely asked, “My ancestor is spiritual. Did the wild dog seduce my son, or did my son seduce the wild dog?”
Grandpa desperately foresaw that Uncle Youshu’s strange and abominable soul would travel out of the eternal wilderness.
Decades later, Grandpa sat under the roof of the city drowsy and polished the bamboo couch made of maple and poplar trees. He told his family over and over about Uncle Yao’s abandonment when the flood came that year. He said that a big white wood boat was full of forty people and property in his family. When he was about to start anchoring, Uncle Yao and the wild dog came to the shore one after another. My uncle asked, “Where are you going?” No one answered him, but many hands went to drag him aboard the boat, and he could not move for half a day. Then he found that the ghost had a long rope tied to his leg and was closely connected with a wild dog. When Grandpa jumped down to untie the rope, he scratched his face by shouting ghosts to break free. When Grandfather scolded his mother for looking for a big axe, Uncle Yi shouted at the dog in horror, “Leopard and Leopard are running away!” If the dog really sprang up, a rope tightened Uncle Yi. It was like two small beasts, one after the other rushed out of the hunter’s gun.
Grandfather raised his head and wailed, knowing that it was time for the boat to go and that the ghost boy should be lost.
“I can see the maple poplar tree, as long as my eyes are not blind, I can see the maple poplar tree every day.” Grandfather said that in his desolate heart, it was enough for the poppy to grow in large areas and let Uncle Yao and his dog trample through every moment.
My uncle died in the last years of the poppy blossom in 1956. His death was related to a dog, a woman and other unknown things. Since Uncle Youshu’s death, poppies have disappeared in the maple poplar countryside, where the black earth has grown crystal-clear pearl-like rice and brilliant gold-like wheat.
How many times have I flew over the distant hometown of maple and poplar trees in my dreams? I saw myself approaching a muddy Yellow River running across the East and west every day. I waded across the river to the left bank. The vast red poppy fields on the left bank rolled up a tornado of strong winds, which led me into the vague homeland of maple and poplar trees.
One day, in Fengyangshu village, white swaggers, and a gray haze rises from the roof of the house. There are many figures running around in the haze, crying and crying, the air is shrouded in the atmosphere of fear all day long, as if to reproduce the scene of flooded villages many years ago. Did I witness the disaster across mountains and rivers?
That day was my uncle’s black anniversary. The soul of the deceased uncle did not find a home and continued to sway around the village, making the quiet village disturbed. When my folks of Maple and Poplar trees went to their old house in the smoke of poppies for funeral, they heard a kind of bell-like echo in their ears. They seemed to see Uncle Yao sitting on the stone mill in front of the old house, one leg leaning over the other, his undulating big feet covered with dust, grass and dog dung, and his five toes stretched out boldly pointing to the sky. He smiled generously and gently, and a pair of knotty arms pulled viciously at the belfry of the old elm tree.
The dead man’s uncle knocked his own funeral bell. The sound came from heaven or the depths of the earth, which made the villagers shudder. They loved and feared your uncle. Many old people and women were so sad on the anniversary that they called softly to the sun, the moon, the stars, the mountains and plants, “Take him, take him.”
Once upon a time, in my hometown of Maple and Poplar trees, everyone had a spiritual plate made of Nanzhu cut high in the family housing since birth. After death, Lingpai burned and died, turning into a lucky bird carrying the deceased to heaven. After listening to my grandfather’s story about the spiritual cards, I know that you uncle is a unfortunate ghost who lost the spiritual cards. But no one can tell the secret. There is a legend that you uncle has been wandering in the village, disgracing the village rules. After a strange dream, the clan Prince ran to the river and tied a spiritual card with a stone and fell into the bottom of the river. There is also a story about the madwoman of Fengyang who sneaked into the clan house one day and stole your uncle’s spiritual card. One person went into the field to light a fire and burned your uncle’s spiritual card crazily, crying and laughing. 。 My grandfather never believed these legends. He stared at the ceiling with a sad eye and said to me, “Your uncle took the spiritual card himself. He sold the spiritual card to a fellow countryman who was afraid of death. He pinched the money and went to drink and engage in women. That must be the case.” He’ll do a lot of bad things when he’s fifteen or sixteen.”
But if my uncle’s spiritual cards are still standing in his house, I will fly to the distant hometown of Maple and Poplar trees and bring my uncle’s spirit back to the cities and relatives he has never visited.
My descendant of the Maple and Poplar Man will enter the Tongjia ancestral temple and meet the 91-year-old grandfather.
The old man’s house was built on the sunny mound, with no windows open, and a black doorway sucked me in. I was dizzy in a mouldy dark air. Subconsciously touching the lamp rope, wandering along the wall to explore, suddenly grabbed a bunch of dusty bamboo sticks. The bamboo stick was sinking terribly. I lost it and continued to bump into it in the house. At last, it hit my father-in-law’s face. It was very painful, like bumping into a hundred-year-old tree.
Then a flame rose in front of him. My 91-year-old husband raised the candle. There is no light in his room. I saw the sacred and detached face of the old man by candlelight. He was naked, naked, old and vigorous. His eyes burst with a blue flame younger than mine.
What are you looking for?
Tell me where your uncle’s spiritual plate is.
I don’t know when I lost it. If you lose the spiritual medal, you can’t find it.
The clan Prince smiled kindly to me over the candlelight. And I flipped around in distrust among the bamboo sticks. I could smell the growing smell of poppies in the house. I could see that the walls were crowded to see the spikes of dried poppies. Even the old man himself turned into a huge poppy, suffocating the peaceful rural air. I found sweat all over my head and saw the names of all the Maple Poplar people in the bamboo stick pile, including the names of my grandfather and father, and mine, except for my uncle’s spiritual card.
Who stole my uncle’s medal?
When I asked the old man loudly, I saw his face gradually disappearing into the darkness. He took a gentle breath and blew out the candle in his hand and drove me out. I wandered down the mound at a loss. I would search for my uncle’s last trace in Fengyangshu’s hometown. With my sensitivity to my uncle’s black rubber shoes, I will smell him mixed with the smell of sweat, stench and stench.
Black rubber shoes are produced in factories in our city. On his sixtieth birthday, Grandpa saw a torrential rain outside the window. He suddenly remembered what he had done and went to the street to buy those black rubber shoes. The rubber shoes were wrapped in oilcloth and sent to Uncle Maple Poplar for thousands of miles. They were the only gift Grandpa had ever given to you.
It is said that the first time you put on your black rubber shoes is on the ghost’s day in July and a half. Ghost Festival in the area of maple and poplar do not know when it evolved into a festival of burning flowers. Every time the elders who stayed in their hometown recalled the past of the Burning Flower Festival, they made me feel like a fairyland. They said Uncle Youshu was standing next to an ox cart in black shiny rubber shoes. The cart was packed with dried poppies and ready to go. The cow’s whole body was covered with peanut oil and poppy pollen, which were sprayed with fragrance, and was beautifully bound to the car. Uncle Yi raised the bamboo whip. They said that it was the most beautiful time in the village. He stumbled on the seat of the car, hit the cow belly two times gently with big black rubber shoes. A car of big ghosts and small ghosts followed Uncle Yi. Under the clear sky and blue sky, twists of fire burned, and a dark red smoke rose from the cattle cart, running like a cloud in the field. Behind Uncle Yi, the ghosts and ghosts in the fire turned into dried flowers, buds and leaves, and they all stirred up excitedly. The field was filled with sharp and magical ghost voices. People heard Uncle You laughing happily. Before the fire of sending ghosts licked his back, Uncle You sang and shouted as if he were a god.
Every year my uncle acts as a ghost-giver, which seems to be the only thing he would like to do in his hometown of Maple and Poplar. Later, they said, when the cows saw the black rubber shoes, they cried out, “The cow’s eyes look at the people.” My uncle’s two black rubber shoes like two peaks of disaster oppressed the nerves of the cows. He often tells people that he hears cows cursing him when he walks through the bullpen. You uncle can’t die well. That’s what maple and poplar cattle say.
The old cows who sent ghosts appeared in my dreams many times. I saw many cattle die under Uncle Yao’s buttocks. The animals were stunned by poisonous fireworks and mad by the atmosphere of ghost festival. One bull finally broke free from his uncle’s bondage, escaped the ghost of flowers and flowers, and finally waded across the river of maple and poplar trees. I tried to imagine the bull’s flying image, hoping that it would escape all the disasters, and I wanted the bull to wear a pair of giant black rubber shoes.
My grandfather had predicted that you would die under the hoof of a cow. He had a vague feeling in his heart that the black rubber shoes given to you would become a disaster and attract a lot of jealousy. In 1956 came the news of the death of my uncle in the countryside, saying that he had died in the river of his hometown. When he died, he was naked and had a pair of black rubber shoes on his feet.
I was just born in 1956. I am a beautiful and quiet baby. But in my memory, I clearly witnessed the night of the wake.
The sound of autumn cicadas floated in the moonlight, and the stone mill of the old house surrounded the dark watchman. Silent people stand like peaks. Many old people, women, children and men are scattered around to protect a lotus heart, my dead uncle.
I heard a snow-white boy knocking on bamboo bangles. Every time he burned an incense, he knocked six or thirty-six times. Thirty-six bamboo bangles gradually deepened the night.
I slept in the cradle, crying, immersed in a simple sorrow from family. I saw my uncle drowning for the first time. He was blue and wide-eyed, lying next to the huge stone mill in his hometown. The spiritual field is thousands of miles away from me, and seems to be situated on the edge of my cradle. My little life passes through the surroundings of people and animals in the maple and poplar homeland, flushing and breathing. The river that drowned my uncle was exposed to my eyes, the river was whispering in the moonlight, and the poppies that could not be seen on the left bank fluctuated with the wind, surging with infinite scarlet desire. A solemn and stirring atmosphere of life and death permeates the whole world, and I am moved by something deep and heavy, staggering from the cradle and crying loudly at the moon outside the window. My grandfather and my parents and brothers came running in panic and saw me standing in the cradle crying like a drunk, with a pure tear in my eyes getting brighter and brighter.
Did I see Yao Shu’s spirit floating from the river, fluorescent all over, floating from the left bank of the river to the right bank? Did I foresee that Uncle Youshu could not cross the turbulent Yellow River and saw the harmony and unity between the dead and the world in fear?
For years I’ve been trying to find my uncle’s drowning witness, the mad woman Spike and the wild dog. Grandpa remembered that Uncle Yao was very watery and would not drown even if he tied a piece of iron around his neck. So what skill does a mad woman have to toss her eel-like uncle to death? According to Fengyangshu villagers, they did not expect your uncle to be drowned in the river. Later, a mad woman climbed ashore wet all over, holding a black shiny black rubber shoe in her hand, they learned of the accident. People were sunning flowers and seeds in the courtyard, and nobody paid attention to the movement of the river. Only uncle’s wild dog could see everything clearly. The dog saw the long splash of water in the river and the naked shadows of a couple of men and women, such as fish, silent. Nobody heard the dog barking. They said that if I were to fly to the hometown of Maple and Poplar trees, it would be a quiet noon overlooking them. But I vaguely feel that the death of your uncle is a big conspiracy of the world. I remember that.
In the three days and three nights of Fengpaoshu people’s watches for your uncle, the crazy woman’s ears appeared in the vicinity of the Lingchang Stone Mill wearing hemp and filial piety. Her hair was scattered, she was dementia, and she had a strange and beautiful look on her face. She knelt beside Uncle Yi’s body and gazed warmly at the sapphire-like face of the deceased. Spike’s half-body was buried in the paper money all over the ground. A night breeze suddenly blew loose the paper line. The watcher saw that her left foot was bare, but her right foot was wearing my uncle’s black rubber shoes.
Another black rubber shoe is missing. I don’t know when that pair of black rubber shoes on Uncle Yao’s feet escaped from his muddy feet and ran away.
I’ve heard some stories about crazy women spikes. In the area of maple and poplar trees, many men carry ears into poppy bushes in spring and enjoy themselves at midnight in the field. Men pat their abundant breasts and run back home, leaving ears sleeping alone in the waves of poppy flowers. People who go down in the morning often bump into the naked sleeping state of spikes. She was facing the sunrise, her lips were slightly opened, and innumerable crystal dewdrops were penetrated deep into her body and mind. From a distance, the ears lying in the poppy fields in the morning seemed like a rudderless boat drifting in the scarlet waves on the left bank. I’ve heard that crazy women get pregnant every two years. No one knows the birth date, but she says that whenever she crawls to the river after her blood bag breaks, the baby falls into the water and drifts downstream. The babies were extremely beautiful, but their cries were as bleak and melancholy as the old man’s.
In the villages downstream of the Fengyangshu River, some children who came along the river grew up slowly, like the joints of millet, filled with primitive juice. Those dark and dirty children have vivid faces and agile limbs, which have appeared in my dreams many times. I feel in a trance that they resemble my dead uncle. They may be the crystallization of the dead uncle’s blood and seeded into the black earth at will to grow and bear fruits.
I’ll meet that wild dog my uncle keeps on the riverside road. I heard the dog’s footsteps following me, and I heard the stench of his fur pounding at me more and more. I squatted down and looked back at it angrily. The wild dog was huge and cunning. His forelegs were lifted like hands, and his hind legs were lifted to make human movements.
I saw the dog’s back covered with scarlet poppy petals, and even the eyes were smoked into two agate stones.
My uncle was intimate with wild dogs in his lifetime. Dogs often come up to uncle’s lean belly and shout when he is sleeping. I think that wild dog is like a prostitute who hangs around with his uncle all day, drags him down and drags him into the river of death. I lifted a stone and confronted the dog for a long time. When I lifted the stone above my head, a sad cry from the deep of the dog’s throat crept into the poppy field and disappeared.
You Shu You Shu Quickly Kill Dogs
Kill the wild dog and come home with me
When I was chasing the wild dog along the river, I really remembered the poems I sent to my uncle when I was eight years old. That day I looked in a hurry, like a headless fly colliding randomly in my hometown of Maple Poplar. I will see the dead uncle’s soul shining white across the front, and lead me to complete my unrealized home trip.
Along the way, I will see strange scenery scattered on both sides of the river. When my grandfather trampled on the tung oil water truck when he was young, it twisted and twisted. A man and a woman stood in a water truck left by their ancestors. The water in the canal remained as if it were ice. At the end of the field, a black cow fled desperately. A large swarm of wasps gathered in the air, buzzing after the black cow’s decaying horns, and gradually returned to the river. When I went to the left bank of the river, I saw with my own eyes the ears of mad women in mourning and filial piety. She wore a black rubber shoe and walked step by step towards the water. When the water had passed through her bulging abdomen, the beautiful face of the spike raised to the sky and suddenly pressed against the clavicle, dropping its hair to the surface of the water. She clutched the long strand of hair tightly and rinsed it in the water again and again. A lot of red bubbles appeared on the surface of the first ripple, and gradually half of the river turned red.
Everything will be familiar, as I have dreamed in my city home.
Only my dark, stout, thin and homeless uncle, whose ghost in black rubber shoes has disappeared, is he smiling or crying? My uncle!
On the eighth day of the eighth month of the eighth lunar month in 1956, the day before my uncle was buried, the villagers in the distant hometown of Fengyuan were talking about the dead man who had lost his spiritual plate. Dead people without spiritual cards are not allowed to enter the tomb. The villagers toured the village’s houses and fields, searching for the skirts of all the women who had been with you uncle. The Nanzhu Ling brand was still missing. The village became a mess of porridge. The deceased uncle lay on the stone mill and endured the riots he had made. The bamboo stick suddenly fell to the ground and cried loudly when the watchman boy knocked out the bamboo stick at three shifts. He shouted wildly that his uncle opened his eyes after his death. His eyes were like the buds of poppies in spring. There was a woman and a dog in the buds.
People say it’s women and dogs that get into Uncle Yi’s eye. My grandfather said the same thing.
On the last night of the wake, my grandfather heard the boy’s cry across a thousand miles, when he buried his head and carefully cut a bamboo stick, which was exactly like the stack of spiritual plates in the ancestral hall house, and then engraved his name with a knife. After all this, he laughed and choked, then slowly climbed from a ladder to the top of my building. Grandfather stood on the roof overlooking our city, like a wizard, crazy, nonsense, tormented the roof for a long time. Pedestrians who passed downstairs said they saw ghost fires. They flew down from the roof of my house and stopped on the street. They flared and flared up a foot high blue flame.
The incense of ghost fire is incomparable, singing and dancing freely on the cement pavement, burning a whole dusk.
Take your uncle home
My grandfather sat on the bamboo couch brought by the maple and poplar home in the spring of the year before last and was dying. My uncle, who had been dead for many years, was tossing and turning in the old man’s confused thoughts. Grandfather was unable to stop. He pulled my sad head to his chest desperately and quietly told me to take my uncle home.
Eventually, I will fly over the distant hometown of Maple and Poplar and complete the unfinished business of three generations of my family. But no one ever told me why the red poppies planted on the left bank of the river are so reckless and pale, and why they are like the life and death of the Son of Man, but they no longer exist today. When I fled my old maple and poplar home with my old uncle who had been abandoned for many years, I would see the old poppy fields again. It’s going to be a muggy night. The moon falls every minute. It’s a boiling moon, which can almost burn us.
The dark red night stream of my hometown, together with the night tide of poppies, surrounds the fugitives at night. How many grey frogs have stepped on the soles of my feet, and the grey frogs are muttering and screaming and running frantically along the ridges with us.
I will hear the voice of people in the village boiling, the lights flashing, the dogs rushing out, the villagers chasing me to seize the soul of my uncle who was born in Stuart. The old dog left by you uncle is swimming out in the field. Its eyes, which are made of immortals, are shining like meteors piercing the night sky and pouncing at us quickly. The sound of human voice, dog voice and natural voice chase me. The hot moon falls down and perches on the quiet and peaceful black face of the deceased. My relatives on my back will be a volcano for thousands of years.
On my night of flight, a mad woman gave birth to another baby far away. Everyone will hear the desolate and melancholy cry, which contains the vicissitudes of life of the maple and poplar homeland for thousands of years. Can I cross the narrow land on the left bank and the river in the voice of life?
Under the roof of our city are many families who migrated from the countryside in the past. They snore unevenly every night. Everyone has his own thoughts and dreams. If you are like me, you have weird dreams when you urinate, you will dream about your homeland, your family and relatives. There is a river born, you seem to be sitting on a bamboo raft downstream, looking back at the distant home.

A bag of noodles

At 6:30 a.m. in the early morning, Li Changjing sat on the bed of the Autumn Moon dormitory.
The autumn moon is brushing her teeth in the water room with an enamel teapot. The iron-mouthed flower in the dormitory is covered with eye droppings and hair. She has a basin in her waist. She rushes in with a towel on her shoulder and says to the autumn moon, “Your man is here, waiting for you.” “What?” The Autumn Moon shrank for a moment. “So early, what happened?” Autumn Moon rushed to the dormitory with a set of toiletries in her face.
The autumn month’s bedding hasn’t folded yet, and the heat stored overnight is not expected to disappear. Changjing sits on her buttocks and looks at her. “What are you doing here so early in the morning?” Asked the autumn moon. From Changjing’s school to the Research Institute in autumn and month, Changjing walks for at least an hour. It’s nothing urgent. Changjing won’t be romantic until early morning to sing love songs.
“Autumn Moon, let’s get married!” Chang Jing bowed his head and talked to himself. He didn’t even have the courage to look up at the autumn moon, just like reciting the morning exam all night.
“I… I…… I haven’t thought about it! Let me see. You can’t just say it’s over. You’re not prepared for anything. It’s a big deal, for better or for worse. The autumn moon stammered, “No hurry, no hurry.” Autumn Moon holds its ground first.
“Hurry!” Changjing suddenly stood up and grabbed the clothes of the autumn moon, pulling them hard. “Chairman Mao instructed intellectuals to go to the countryside for re-education. Medical schools have moved to the countryside to send doctors to the countryside. Our school will go down soon. I got the news yesterday. I don’t know when I’ll be back. Let’s get the certificate first, I think! ” Suddenly, the autumn moon had no idea. She said in her mouth, “I, I, I’m not ready for anything. How can you finish it?”
“What do you say you want to prepare? You say so.”
“Here, here, here, there must be pots and ladles? Do they have to have at least one box for their stuff? You can’t spread it all over the floor. Where to live? We don’t even have decent clothes. Do we have to get married?
Chang Jing laughed. He took the words of the autumn moon as tacit consent. He said with certainty, “I’ll take the house. Now there are many empty houses in the school. Old teachers are sent to the countryside. It should be easy to get one.” I’ll go and buy the suitcase. You can buy your own clothes. I can wear them. I’m going to the countryside soon, and I can’t wear any good clothes. Don’t worry about me.”
Changjing was so happy that he rushed out quickly. In autumn, he chased several steps and found that the back of Changjing was not very high. It was a rare joy. The thin figure was very energetic.
After receiving the certificate, he painted the small house. Changjing took the students to the countryside in time to wash the white lime water on his head.
The autumn moon looks around the 13-square house. At the innermost corner is a bare brown double bed, beside which is a brand-new man-made leather box. No table, no stool, no wardrobe, no light on the roof, no light, nothing, but it seems that the 13 square house is empty and open.
Open the box, there is a 6-inch aluminum pot, a stack of red books.
This is all Changjing left for the autumn month.
Autumn moon circled around the house, I really can’t think of the reason for staying here. I want to think about the political study in the Institute every night. I pat the dust on my body, take the door, and go away.
For the autumn month, there is no big difference between getting married and not getting married. She was still living in a dormitory as well as in correspondence with Changjing. Many of her letters were just a piece of red paper, plus a so-called home that she had never lived in.
Marriage is a prudent thing. Decades later in autumn and moon, we concluded that we must not accept any man’s sweet words in the early morning when our minds are still awake. This kind of thorough understanding can not be comprehended without years of experience and torture.
Autumn Moon first realized that she was married. It was her uncle who came to the factory gate to ask for living expenses. “You ask your sister-in-law for the cost of living this month. I can’t come back to the countryside.” Chang Jing went to the countryside after he was told by his eldest brother who was studying in university.
Autumn moon is not the first time to see Uncle Sier, just know Changjing soon, Sir and Changjing have met his sister-in-law. The four sons in the eyes of autumn moon are quite different from Changjing, unlike a mother and brother. Changjingxue is white and clean, delicate and weak. At first glance, it looks like a scholar, while at the fourth place, it looks like a black tower. Although it is also a university student in a provincial city, it looks more like a farmer.
“Sister-in-law, my brother asked me to take care of your living expenses.”
“How much?” The autumn moon was shocked. I didn’t hear Changjing talk about it. But there was a smile on his face.
“25.”
The autumn moon turned over the drawer, counted 25 pieces back and forth three times, and handed them to my uncle. In fact, do not count, take down three pieces, the rest is 25.
In autumn and next month, we will live on these three pieces. “In the evening I have to write and ask him. Why go out for a month’s salary before you get married? Fortunately, after working for so many years in autumn, there are still some savings, which can be dealt with completely this month.
Autumn is not yet ready to send the letter. The husband’s letter arrived first. “I forgot to tell you I’m not here. Please give my brother 25 for this month’s living expenses first, and I’ll return it to you. If I can’t come back next month, you can give me another month and cut off his living expenses. Also, the box at home was bought by me with the money of Mr. Xu. It’s 27 yuan and 5 yuan. If you have it, you should return it first. It’s not urgent to return it slowly without me.
The Autumn Moon jumped up from the bench and knocked over the big teapot on the table. It’s not urgent yet! How can we chop first and then play? I knew I didn’t mention the box. As soon as I passed the door, I was in debt. Wouldn’t you just add a couple of books to a milk pot? Which is worth 27 yuan and five?
Autumn Moon married Changjing, which was really a big deal for Dad.
When the introducer asked for the conditions, Qiuyue thought about it and said that the political conditions were good. I couldn’t fight with him all day. I couldn’t stand the movement coming and going. Autumn Moon’s own family is an old Red Army origin, the root is seedling red, particular attention to origin, afraid of being dragged behind. Of course, the older girl in her twenties is a little simpler in her thinking, and the deepest understanding of the meaning of dragging her feet is criticism. Later, I learned that the lag and matching sales are exactly the same, not only a piece of fat with a lean meat form, but also prize-winning sales, buy one-for-one, lucky raffle, and many other implied ways, but the matcher did not realize it.
The introducer patted his chest and said, “That’s all right!” I’ll take this in my own pocket! Authentic three generations of poor people! I am still a party member, that is, there are more brothers and sisters in my family, but there are many busy people. How many people can do things well, don’t you say? “How much?” The autumn moon has a long heart and asked a question. “Eight. They’re all grown-ups. They don’t have any burdens. Introductory said. “Then I have to write and ask my parents. You’d better show me his family members’and social relations tables. I’d better tell my parents about it, too! _.
When the introducer handed the manuscript to Autumn Moon, the head of Autumn Moon exploded. The densely packed small letters of pens have been arranged from the father to the generation of Sun. Autumn Moon had to check carefully whether the man had a mixed marriage history. After several sisters together for an hour of strict verification, it is true that they are unmarried, and more fortunate, the eldest brother’s grandchildren have. “Hee-hee, you’re a grandmother’s man when you talk about success!” The ladies and sisters play with the autumn moon.
Autumn month will send the family history of the other party directly to the father who is the dean of the local committee hospital. He will attach two words to it. Is that possible?
My father’s letter was soon answered, sprinkled with several pieces of paper, with clear arguments and sufficient arguments. It means that my daughter should not worry about this man, who is a university teacher, has a stable job, will not be turbulent in the future, and is also a party member, which shows that politics is too hard. Teach the right person first, a university teacher, morality will not be bad to go anywhere. This is the most important. As for relatives and brothers in the family, none of them jumped out of the crack in the stone, each with three relatives. If a person does not even want his parents, brothers and sisters are not concerned, it is not what can be entrusted to people, it is difficult to imagine that you are sincere. I look at this pedestrian.
Autumn Moon, with her trust in her father, has embarked on a long journey.
Today, this weekend was very unlucky. When we went out, it was cloudy. When we arrived to ship noodles out of the wholesale store, it began to rain densely. Sister-in-law Song had to hurry home, or she would be delayed if she delayed the cleaning she had made an appointment to do later.
Only after two steps, the rain began to change from silk meat to soybean. No more than two steps, just crossing a street, it had become a small stone falling from the sky. The sky is the next knife, Song Sister-in-law is not afraid, is not a death? Living is more powerful than dying. But when Sister Song looked back at the flour bag on the back seat of the car, her heart grew hairy and her head ached. Originally looking at the brown paper bags scraped like wool suits, I saw a little rain drops as shriveled as the hair wiped with Moss. In a short time, I felt that they had penetrated into the bags and dripped into the flour.
“Ouch! My face! Oh, ah! My sixteen dollars! Man can’t be greedy and cheap! Only a short family, God will repay my whole bag of noodles ah! “
Sister Song read about the broken ground and looked around to see where she could shelter from the rain. She kept pounding at her head like a grasshopper, respecting herself. Please God look at her greed for a moment and spare this bag of noodles.
Not far away is a temple. This temple is very believed by Song Wei. Every day she goes to work after work. As long as she passes by, she worships the temple door. She doesn’t ask for anything. She just says, “Bodhisattva, you know I’m suffering, you know everything I want.”
She did not want to bother the temple gods, but stood at the powerful eaves of the doorway and took shelter. Song Wei put her bicycle buttocks under the eaves, but she let the rain fall. But the rain seemed to be indistinguishable, coming in all directions, and the bags were still in the tide. Sister-in-law Song had to push the car into the corridor of the temple.
Near the corridor, a man who looked at the temple, naked and gnawing on chicken feet, leaned out of the temple and waved at Sister-in-law Song, intending to drive her away.
“I take shelter from the rain! I’m leaving right away! Look at me…
Men do not listen to Song’s explanation at all, waving constantly.
A stamp, Song Shu turned and rushed into the rain. “This is also a Bodhisattva, this is a Buddha, this is also a temple! Better than the coffee shop owner on the street! What Temple ah Buddha ah immortal ah! That’s all for the rich! Look at the day when I developed and threw a few big tickets into the door, you still don’t let me shelter from the rain?!! __
Sister-in-law Song thought to herself that she would never believe in immortals. If she had money, she would not believe in them. The immortals would come to you. She would not have money to ask her father and grandmother to pay homage to others for fear that no one would accept it.
Song Sister-in-law pushed the bag under the waiting shed of a nearby station. First, she stopped the car carefully, and then wiped the water marks on the surface of the bag with her hands carefully. There was no dry place on her whole body, but if there was one, she could take it and wipe her face bag. Looking at the water dripping down the corner of the bag, her heart would be broken.
This rain is not going to stop, Song Wei waited under the shed for 10 minutes, or 10 minutes, feeling as long as a century. How can one spend one’s time doing nothing like this? At home at this time, noodles have been divided up. At this time in the toilet, I have finished cleaning all the floor and washstand. During this period of time in the car, you can take a nap to refresh yourself and do the next job! And now! Now, stick to a tidal bag, do nothing, make no money, waste!
When the rain was not so dense, Sister Song resolutely stepped into the water and rushed home. Can’t wait, wait, all the work behind is late!
Sister-in-law Song trotted home with her bag in hand.
Just downstairs, it was downstairs. Sister-in-law Song made a fatal mistake!
She didn’t want to walk the long way from the ramp of the bicycle lane to the porch, but she had three steps to carry the car up and get less water.
Sister Song strolled up the steps with her cart head and her cart buttocks.
The head of the car was light, the buttocks were heavy, and the car turned upside down. The handlebars hit Mrs. Song’s eyes. Suddenly, blood splashed in front of her eyes. Bright red blood sprayed on Mrs. Song’s body like colorful rainwater. In a bright red color, Mrs. Song saw the bag rolled out of the car, rolled down the steps, swayed three times at the edge of the muddy sewer, and suddenly broke into two sections.
Snow-white flour flies like willow catkins in early summer.
At that moment, Sister-in-law Song stood quietly in the rain, her mind was blank.
Only one thought flashed: the best fireworks should be flour like a waterfall.

Rural daughter-in-law

At 6:30 a.m. in the early morning, Li Changjing sat on the bed of the Autumn Moon dormitory.
The autumn moon is brushing her teeth in the water room with an enamel teapot. The iron-mouthed flower in the dormitory is covered with eye droppings and hair. She has a basin in her waist. She rushes in with a towel on her shoulder and says to the autumn moon, “Your man is here, waiting for you.” “What?” The Autumn Moon shrank for a moment. “So early, what happened?” Autumn Moon rushed to the dormitory with a set of toiletries in her face.
The autumn month’s bedding hasn’t folded yet, and the heat stored overnight is not expected to disappear. Changjing sits on her buttocks and looks at her. “What are you doing here so early in the morning?” Asked the autumn moon. From Changjing’s school to the Research Institute in autumn and month, Changjing walks for at least an hour. It’s nothing urgent. Changjing won’t be romantic until early morning to sing love songs.
“Autumn Moon, let’s get married!” Chang Jing bowed his head and talked to himself. He didn’t even have the courage to look up at the autumn moon, just like reciting the morning exam all night.
“I… I…… I haven’t thought about it! Let me see. You can’t just say it’s over. You’re not prepared for anything. It’s a big deal, for better or for worse. The autumn moon stammered, “No hurry, no hurry.” Autumn Moon holds its ground first.
“Hurry!” Changjing suddenly stood up and grabbed the clothes of the autumn moon, pulling them hard. “Chairman Mao instructed intellectuals to go to the countryside for re-education. Medical schools have moved to the countryside to send doctors to the countryside. Our school will go down soon. I got the news yesterday. I don’t know when I’ll be back. Let’s get the certificate first, I think! ” Suddenly, the autumn moon had no idea. She said in her mouth, “I, I, I’m not ready for anything. How can you finish it?”
“What do you say you want to prepare? You say so.”
“Here, here, here, there must be pots and ladles? Do they have to have at least one box for their stuff? You can’t spread it all over the floor. Where to live? We don’t even have decent clothes. Do we have to get married?
Chang Jing laughed. He took the words of the autumn moon as tacit consent. He said with certainty, “I’ll take the house. Now there are many empty houses in the school. Old teachers are sent to the countryside. It should be easy to get one.” I’ll go and buy the suitcase. You can buy your own clothes. I can wear them. I’m going to the countryside soon, and I can’t wear any good clothes. Don’t worry about me.”
Changjing was so happy that he rushed out quickly. In autumn, he chased several steps and found that the back of Changjing was not very high. It was a rare joy. The thin figure was very energetic.
After receiving the certificate, he painted the small house. Changjing took the students to the countryside in time to wash the white lime water on his head.
The autumn moon looks around the 13-square house. At the innermost corner is a bare brown double bed, beside which is a brand-new man-made leather box. No table, no stool, no wardrobe, no light on the roof, no light, nothing, but it seems that the 13 square house is empty and open.
Open the box, there is a 6-inch aluminum pot, a stack of red books.
This is all Changjing left for the autumn month.
Autumn moon circled around the house, I really can’t think of the reason for staying here. I want to think about the political study in the Institute every night. I pat the dust on my body, take the door, and go away.
For the autumn month, there is no big difference between getting married and not getting married. She was still living in a dormitory as well as in correspondence with Changjing. Many of her letters were just a piece of red paper, plus a so-called home that she had never lived in.
Marriage is a prudent thing. Decades later in autumn and moon, we concluded that we must not accept any man’s sweet words in the early morning when our minds are still awake. This kind of thorough understanding can not be comprehended without years of experience and torture.
Autumn Moon first realized that she was married. It was her uncle who came to the factory gate to ask for living expenses. “You ask your sister-in-law for the cost of living this month. I can’t come back to the countryside.” Chang Jing went to the countryside after he was told by his eldest brother who was studying in university.
Autumn moon is not the first time to see Uncle Sier, just know Changjing soon, Sir and Changjing have met his sister-in-law. The four sons in the eyes of autumn moon are quite different from Changjing, unlike a mother and brother. Changjingxue is white and clean, delicate and weak. At first glance, it looks like a scholar, while at the fourth place, it looks like a black tower. Although it is also a university student in a provincial city, it looks more like a farmer.
“Sister-in-law, my brother asked me to take care of your living expenses.”
“How much?” The autumn moon was shocked. I didn’t hear Changjing talk about it. But there was a smile on his face.
“25.”
The autumn moon turned over the drawer, counted 25 pieces back and forth three times, and handed them to my uncle. In fact, do not count, take down three pieces, the rest is 25.
In autumn and next month, we will live on these three pieces. “In the evening I have to write and ask him. Why go out for a month’s salary before you get married? Fortunately, after working for so many years in autumn, there are still some savings, which can be dealt with completely this month.
Autumn is not yet ready to send the letter. The husband’s letter arrived first. “I forgot to tell you I’m not here. Please give my brother 25 for this month’s living expenses first, and I’ll return it to you. If I can’t come back next month, you can give me another month and cut off his living expenses. Also, the box at home was bought by me with the money of Mr. Xu. It’s 27 yuan and 5 yuan. If you have it, you should return it first. It’s not urgent to return it slowly without me.
The Autumn Moon jumped up from the bench and knocked over the big teapot on the table. It’s not urgent yet! How can we chop first and then play? I knew I didn’t mention the box. As soon as I passed the door, I was in debt. Wouldn’t you just add a couple of books to a milk pot? Which is worth 27 yuan and five?
Autumn Moon married Changjing, which was really a big deal for Dad.
When the introducer asked for the conditions, Qiuyue thought about it and said that the political conditions were good. I couldn’t fight with him all day. I couldn’t stand the movement coming and going. Autumn Moon’s own family is an old Red Army origin, the root is seedling red, particular attention to origin, afraid of being dragged behind. Of course, the older girl in her twenties is a little simpler in her thinking, and the deepest understanding of the meaning of dragging her feet is criticism. Later, I learned that the lag and matching sales are exactly the same, not only a piece of fat with a lean meat form, but also prize-winning sales, buy one-for-one, lucky raffle, and many other implied ways, but the matcher did not realize it.
The introducer patted his chest and said, “That’s all right!” I’ll take this in my own pocket! Authentic three generations of poor people! I am still a party member, that is, there are more brothers and sisters in my family, but there are many busy people. How many people can do things well, don’t you say? “How much?” The autumn moon has a long heart and asked a question. “Eight. They’re all grown-ups. They don’t have any burdens. Introductory said. “Then I have to write and ask my parents. You’d better show me his family members’and social relations tables. I’d better tell my parents about it, too! ___.
When the introducer handed the manuscript to Autumn Moon, the head of Autumn Moon exploded. The densely packed small letters of pens have been arranged from the father to the generation of Sun. Autumn Moon had to check carefully whether the man had a mixed marriage history. After several sisters together for an hour of strict verification, it is true that they are unmarried, and more fortunate, the eldest brother’s grandchildren have. “Hee-hee, you’re a grandmother’s man when you talk about success!” The ladies and sisters play with the autumn moon.
Autumn month will send the family history of the other party directly to the father who is the dean of the local committee hospital. He will attach two words to it. Is that possible?
My father’s letter was soon answered, sprinkled with several pieces of paper, with clear arguments and sufficient arguments. It means that my daughter should not worry about this man, who is a university teacher, has a stable job, will not be turbulent in the future, and is also a party member, which shows that politics is too hard. Teach the right person first, a university teacher, morality will not be bad to go anywhere. This is the most important. As for relatives and brothers in the family, none of them jumped out of the crack in the stone, each with three relatives. If a person does not even want his parents, brothers and sisters are not concerned, it is not what can be entrusted to people, it is difficult to imagine that you are sincere. I look at this pedestrian.
Autumn Moon, with her trust in her father, has embarked on a long journey.

Still smiling

The winter before graduation, when the semester was almost over, the head teacher took a form to look for beans and said, “According to the regulations, the first three students can be upgraded to undergraduate level. You are going to fill in the form and go to undergraduate level next semester.” Bean was a troublesome autumn, an inattentive boyfriend who had been in love for many years had been hooked away. He was washing his face with tears all day. How could he have thought about this? He made the biggest mistake of his life in a hurry. “You give it to others, I’m tired of reading and want to go out and make money.” The head teacher happily and quickly retrieved the form, and did not give Bean the opportunity to repent, the class for the quota are scrambled, there are fools do not want.
Six months later, Dou stepped into the door of the provincial Light Industry Import and Export Corporation. When Dou was at school, he got good grades and had a sweet mouth. After the company president saw Dou hosting a program at a party, he told the director of personnel department that she should be settled.
Light industry, also known as beauty company by its peers, has more saleswomen and fewer men. At the Canton Fair, the hall was full of smoke. Everyone called the battlefield of seeing smoke. Eighteen kinds of martial arts were left to you to play, which fulfilled Lao Deng’s words. Whether it was black cat or white cat, it was a good cat that caught mice. The young man of the grain and oil company sweated heavily and the customers were indifferent. The miniskirt of Miss Light Worker here was only slightly lighter, and the customers ran along. Xiao Dai, who is also a master of light industry, has set up the sample cabinet very high. The ladies have to stand on the stool and take up their skirts. When the scenery at the bottom of their skirts drops out, they will take the order. In the eyes of customers, things are almost the same, the price can also be free to talk, under the same hardware conditions, the software environment can be much more important.
There are outside, inside and outside, beans mainly focus on the internal environment, absolutely live with meals. None of the leaders of the Commodity Inspection Bureau, the Economic and Trade Commission and the Finance Department do not know Beans. By category, beans are cunning. Quickly catch up with the snow fox here. It is both witty and tactful to speak. When you see the leader’s sincere worship in his eyes, you are not afraid of nausea or nausea. In fact, Dou hated the three companions to the extreme, and felt that he was low in status, but people can not help but participate in the game and have to abide by the rules. At the dinner table, Dou only advised not to drink, said a few small allusions, together with two paragraphs, the atmosphere on the table was happy and harmonious, and most importantly, Dou’s uncle was the Secretary of the provincial political and legal committees, deputy governor, so all companies have difficulties, most of the beans rescued and succeeded.
Dou’s short-lived love started because of an accident. If there is a quota for foreign trade, it will go very smoothly. Light industry is to do three kinds of products, the quota can be obtained every year is poor. That year, the economic situation slipped, and the company’s task was too heavy, if not get a large quota, the company will be under great pressure. Dou has to go to the director of the Public Relations Foreign Economic and Trade Commission. The first time Dou met a man who was so lustful that he ignored his face, when dancing, the restless hand was swimming around Dou’s chest, making Dou feel like vomiting. As a result, the dance was like a martial arts dance, and both of them were playing Tai Chi pusher all the time. The cowardly face is not the kind of person who pulls his face at once in a fit of temper. It’s hard to stay up until the end. As soon as he gets on the boss’s car, his tears can’t stop sliding, silent, but if spring gushes. The boss kept silent and handed out the tissue until it was used up. Finally, he said, “Forgive my despicability. I’ve survived all the difficulties before. I can do the same without quotas. You don’t want to go in the future.” Just for this sentence, Dou loves him till now.
The next day, the boss didn’t call the beans, so he went alone. Beans were found at their own expense. As soon as he entered the box, he whispered as if nothing had happened. “Don’t call me for delicious food, I have no conscience, Director Liang.” Fortunately, I belong to a cat and come along with the taste.” When eating, the hand was always held by the shit. Since then, as long as the man’s big hand is thick and soft, the beans feel nauseous and vomiting. Bidou recommended them to go to the sauna and get away successfully. When the company succeeded in getting the quota and colleagues hugged the beans, Dou thought that Miss Sauna had a slight advantage in invigorating the economy, whether in foreign trade or domestic trade.
The relationship between Dou and the general manager became delicate. When there were many people, they laughed together. When they were alone, they didn’t know what to say. The silence of the general manager made Dou feel at a loss. He was afraid to look at the thoughtful exploratory vision.
At the end of the year, Dou took the most money in his life, 230,000 year-end prizes and cash. Everyone saw that the beans were carried in a sack. That’s the result of the accounting manager’s show. It’s intended to encourage everyone to work more. Dou feels like a naked monkey. He cooperates with the monkey trickster to show off some of his most popular but disgraceful parts of the audience.
The next day, the manager called Dou to the office, motioned Dou to sit down and said, “You go, with this money, you can do what you want to do.” “Where do you want me to go?” Suddenly, Dou couldn’t restrain his tears. “I didn’t offend you or provoke you. Why did you drive me away?” “This is not for you. I can’t bear to see you go bad. I’ve been here for more than ten years. When I’ve seen enough, it’s lotus flowers. When I walk, it’s lotus root wrapped in mud. First it was a struggle, then it was numbness, and then it was a merger and a joy. I contacted the school for you, but I want you to take TOFEL for yourself, give you three months’leave, and leave when you pass the exam, and don’t come back if you fail. Cats have nine lives, and you have only one chance.
Dou really did not want to pass the exam, preferring to sink himself, let him see more heartache. But they did. Dou hated it so much that he went abroad without saying goodbye.
The boss was even more determined. It was said that he had come to the city where Dou was working, but he neither called nor greeted him. When Dou knew the news and went to the hotel, he was already on his way home. Bean leaned on the door of his room where he had slept for a week, thinking sadly that it was my own passionate act. He didn’t even treat me as a colleague. At least he should greet each other.
When the beans turned to leave, the waiter came to them with white lilies, whose leaves were dried up with pale yellow silk. The beans pulled out the cards, with familiar fonts floating on them, just like the “consent” signed on the invoice.
“Even if the ashes fly out, the laughter will still be there.”

Happy half a year

As you all know, there is a happy three miles in Mount Tai. It means that during the arduous climbing, suddenly there is a mountain road up to three miles long. It’s smooth and smooth. It’s very easy to walk up. It’s also very happy. It makes the tired body of the climber relax at once. So it’s called “Happy Three Miles”.
The “Cultural Revolution” is undoubtedly a hard climb, which is far more difficult and dangerous than climbing the southern Tianmen Gate of Mount Tai. I will inevitably become a climber of this revolution. But from the second half of 1966 to the first half of 1967, there was a period of more than half a year, but I felt that although the road under my feet was not completely flat, it was easier to walk up. Although the whole country and the corrections were swept by a tremendous storm, it was still sunny on my head for the time being. After the first dangerous storm, I got a chance to breathe. I was so happy that I was walking three miles of my own happiness.
I only know that some philosophers like to discuss the status of human beings in the universe, which is related to the status of human beings in society. I never cared about my position in society. After liberation, things changed. One political movement after another. In every political campaign, everyone has a position in the campaign. Roughly speaking, status can be divided into two categories: the whole person and the whole person. It’s much more complicated to break it down. And this position is not unchanged. With the development of sports, teams are constantly divided and reassembled. The whole person can be transformed into the whole person, and the whole person can also be transformed into the whole person. Some of them are whole or integrated in this movement, and their position is reversing in the next movement. People’s status is changing, just like Zhuge Wuhou’s Eight Matrix, dazzling and confusing.
In the Cultural Revolution, of course, I was very concerned about my position. The question of hats that I mentioned above is, in fact, the question of status. My position has been hanging in the air for a long time. My heart is always muttering and restless. Later, I gradually found that I had not been classified as a contradiction between the enemy and ourselves. With this in mind, I can rest assured. I am still the “people”, which is a great thing for me. So I played the people’s sign and got at ease. You know, at that time, between the contradictions between the enemy and ourselves and the contradictions among the people, between the people and the so-called “counter-revolutionaries”, there was a wide and profound gap. If we are on the other side of the divide and on the other side of the people, many things are very easy to do. Even if we make a mistake or say a wrong word, it is a mistake made by carelessness at the moment. It is nothing remarkable. However, if we are drawn to the other side and become enemies, there will be infinite trouble. Even if we clip our tails, be cautious everywhere, and never dare to talk about things in disorder; but if we do something wrong for a moment and say a wrong word, such as “capitalism” as “socialism” or “reversal”, it will inevitably be outlined to the height of counter-revolution and become the current counter-revolution. To fight.
But who holds the power to divide the enemy and ourselves into two types of contradictions of different nature? I’m a little confused. My mind is so simple that I can’t understand it. Although I am temporarily on the other side of the gulf, I feel like I am walking on a tightrope. If I am not careful, I can fall and fall to the other side of the gulf. That means falling into hell and never turning over.
I used to be the dean of the Department of Eastern Language. By this time, of course, it is no longer. Is it dismissal? Is it a dismissal? Nobody knows. There’s no need to know. “Revolution is innocent and rebellion is justified”, which is the policy of action at that time. As for what is “revolution” and what is “rebellion”? No one questioned. Even the chairman of the state can be drawn out to fight without any law. My little Dean is nothing more than a sesame and mung bean. However, although I lost the small black gauze hat, which was not worth a few pennies, I still had no other hat on my head, so I could console myself.
By this time, the school has sent a “Left” Army Propaganda team. Each Department has several PLA soldiers and officers. The “rebels” in the Department also formed a leading group. How did the rebels come into being? As far as the Eastern Language Family is concerned, the situation is probably like this: some teachers and students who pretend to be of good origin resolutely carry out the “class line”, forming a rebellion and wrapping a red cloth around their arms, which is the symbol of revolutionaries. The so-called “good birth” refers to poor middle peasants, revolutionary subordinates, revolutionary cadres and workers. It is incumbent on these people to lead the revolution with their roots in the right place and their whole body in the right place. Another part of the people who opposed Lu Ping in the social education movement. They are highly conscious, and it is logical for them to lead the revolution now. I remember that people wearing red armbands seem to be limited to the first kind. Wearing the armband, the whole body is red, the face is even more red, walking, high-minded stride, majestic, can not last forever. I don’t know why the second kind of people can’t wear red armbands. This is an internal matter of their revolutionaries, and if I have nothing to do with them, I will stop bothering my mind. I’m surprised that no one has ever worn a badge and pretended to be a revolution like Ah Q. It can also be seen how high the consciousness of these revolutionaries is. Only the children of revolutionary cadres are a little mysterious. Although they are more arrogant than others, they must make red silk armbands, others can only wear red cloth; but their status is not stable enough. Today, when their parents, brothers and sisters are still in power, they can stand out from the rest of the world and stand up gracefully. Tomorrow, when these people fall down, which was very easy at that time, their children will immediately become “gangster puppies”.
The so-called opposition to Lu Ping refers to the fact that in the social education movement in 1964, under the influence of the ultra-leftist ideology, a part of the staff and students of Peking University believed that Comrade Lu Ping, then Party secretary and principal, had serious problems and carried out a line of capitalist restoration, which was a revisionist line. So the group began to expose, and for a while the garden was full of storms and smoke. My level is extremely low, but also the poison of ultra-left thinking, wholeheartedly participate in sports. The more exposed, the more terrible it was, thinking that Peking University had completely rotted away. I do these foolish things in a very pious mood, fantasizing about defending the so-called revolutionary line. I am naive, but honest, there is really no personal consideration, personal intentions. Personally, I get along well with Lu Ping, who has no complaints about me. However, I was confused for a moment. In order to safeguard the future of socialism, I had to put aside my personal grievances and stand up against him. This is my real thought at that time. Later, the Central Committee held an international hotel conference to fight against Lu Ping’s rebellion. It called on the whole school to unite, and did not touch a single hair of those who opposed Lu Ping. After reflection, I admitted my mistakes and made self-criticism. In the late autumn of 1965, I went to Nankou Village, a suburb of Beijing, to participate in the social education campaign in the countryside.
By the time of the “Cultural Revolution”, as I have already mentioned above, I passed through the stage of bourgeois reactionary academic authority fairly smoothly after the first shock. Later, the military propaganda team entered the school, and the cadres of the Eastern Language Department were reassembled. I was a man who had opposed Lu Ping and should be included in the ranks of “revolutionary cadres”, but it is said that I surrendered to Lu Ping and that class position is unstable and must be excluded. Those who stood firm in the International Hotel and refused to admit that they had made any mistakes became real heroes. Some of them were the leaders of the Revolutionary Committee of the Eastern Language Family, and some even promoted to the Revolutionary Committee of the School and became leaders. I have no objection to that. But I still care about my position. A better revolutionary general told me secretly. He saw the internal documents of the military propaganda team, and I was the one who was left on the “critical line”. What is the “critical line”? That is to say, I am on the people’s side of the line between the contradictions between ourselves and the enemy and the contradictions among the people. If we take another step forward, we will fall into the contradiction between ourselves and the enemy. I was surprised and happy. It’s amazing how dangerous your situation is. Fortunately, I am now like standing on the side of the white line of Yin and Yang boundary on Mount Tai, walking forward an inch, and falling into the black dragon pool under the cliff of Wanzhang.

At this time, the national revolutionary series has begun. It doesn’t cost any money to take the train anyway. So all kinds of people from all over the country are traveling everywhere under the banner of “revolution”. All the stations were crowded with people. As long as you have the energy and a little more savagery, you can climb over the wall from the window, climb into the carriage, and go where you want to go. Someone on the top called for revolution, which is to light the torch. As a result, the whole country was in chaos and turned upside down everywhere. Some people say that this is called “chaotic enemy”. It’s a horrible bunch of nonsense. It’s me who’s messed up. If there were enemies, they would only celebrate each other. I have a low awareness, and I believe in this set.
Peking University was originally the birthplace of the “Cultural Revolution”. By this time, it has become a holy place of revolution. The pilgrimage to Yanyuan through the Great Series every day is many times more than that at the beginning of the Cultural Revolution. This group of people is said to be the guests of somebody. Not only to see, but also to live, to eat. How dare Beida people neglect! Departments are dedicated to hospitality and are responsible for a building full of “guests”. Since I am allowed to stay on this side of the critical line, I am on duty day and night to show my loyalty and inspiration in order to be grateful and grateful. “Guests” have no quilts. Other people in my family carry quilts from their homes. Push the water cart everyday to open water for the “guests”. When I saw that the “guest” lacked a washbasin, I paid for it by myself and bought twenty. Looking at the brand-new basin, my heart is happy to blossom.
However, as the saying goes, there are always bad things in the world. I’m too happy, too early. Young revolutionary generals, and of course some of them, do not seem to appreciate it. New quilts, as long as they cover for a few nights, are always completely disfigured, cotton blossoms out, the face is torn. Looking back at the washbasin is even more irritating. Only a few days later, the basin has been devastated and horrible. At first, I served these “guests” respectfully from my heart. However, the “guests” were like this. I slapped people on the head like a fierce slap. My heart was bitter, sweet and bitter, and I could hardly tell what it was like.
After a period of time, there are probably too many people coming to Beijing. In some places, even stop production and tourism. If we don’t catch any more, there will be a great crisis. I don’t know which institution made the decision to persuade those who came to Beijing to return to their original areas and units, where they “grasp the revolution and promote production”. The military propaganda team of Peking University also accepted this task. Of course, the Eastern Language Department is also responsible for part of the division of labor, to persuade the most outsiders living outside the school. Under the leadership of the military propaganda team, we first went to the Xiyi Hotel nearest to the school to persuade. Where do the outsiders who have tasted the sweetness leave automatically? So persuasion, debate, sometimes even extremely heated debate. It makes my mouth dry and I have to swallow my breath. Finally, some achievements have been made. The foreigners gradually leave here and return home.
Transfer from Xiyi Hotel to the National Meteorological Administration a little farther away. Here we still persuade, debate and launch a heated debate. Everything is the same as in the Xiyi Hotel. But I’ve opened my eyes here. First of all, the big-character newspapers here are really good. I’ve read the big-character newspapers for thousands of years. Looking at them, I think they are very general. My nerves are numb. I can’t feel any fresh taste any more. The big-character newspapers and slogans here are really accurate, distinct and vivid. Of course, there are also some general big-character newspapers. But there are also other forces, rocks, such as “shredded so-and-so”, “fried so-and-so” and so on. How vivid and powerful is the word “fried”! It is unforgettable to see forever. Did this also come from the underworld, as I said at the beginning of this book? One of the most unforgettable things is that I witnessed a gathering of capitalists. A car came slowly. At the door opening, a straightforward capitalist suit (or high-grade wool uniform), probably the director, stepped down from the car and carefully took out a paper hat from the back seat of the car, colorful and strange in shape, and put it on his head. It’s full of little things hanging on it. One of the most notable things is a little king, who sways in the air with his master’s pace. He walked into the meeting hall and immediately burst with slogans. The mountains were roaring and the earth was shaking. Then there is speech criticism. After all the ceremonies were over, the capitalists stepped out of the venue, went to the car, took off the laurel crown from their heads – I noticed that Xiaowang Ba was still waving – and carefully placed it on the back seat, probably for reserve. His face was always smiling. This really puzzles me. Where does this laugh come from? After “chopping” and “frying”, you can even laugh! This smile is more puzzling than the famous one on Mona Lisa’s face. My knowledge has risen to a new level.
When the meteorological bureau’s task was completed, we went on an expedition to an office quite far away from Peking University to do the same work. It was winter in 1966 and it was getting colder. I go to the scene by bike from school every day. It takes me more than an hour to get there. When it snows, it’s cold and slippery. It takes two hours to walk. It’s lunch there at noon. There is no room for us at all. A ceiling was built in the yard, where the meal was. This ceiling can’t even cover the wind, let alone the cold! The food is not hot enough. Once it is put into a cold bowl, if it is not wolfed into the stomach at the fastest speed, the ice will form around the bowl. If Suwu wanted to herd sheep in Beihai, I’m afraid that’s what he ate with ice. Is life like this bitter or not? It is against one’s will to say no bitterness. However, my spirit is still very exciting, very happy. In the first wave of revolution, I was not classified as a capitalist group, but now I am still in the wave of revolution, among the people, which is a great happiness, I should be satisfied.
In this way, after some days, the tide of “high xdx” which came to Beijing in series from outside gradually passed away, and the “revolutionary masses” who came to Beijing from outside gradually left Beijing. The task we persuaded could be said to have been successfully completed, so the class teacher returned to school.
After returning to school, there are still some things that I can remember and be very happy about. The first is the election of people’s representatives in Haidian District. In China, the People’s Congress is a three-level system, and the people’s congresses of districts and counties are at the lowest level. They are composed of voters who directly elect representatives. The deputies to the provincial and municipal people’s congresses are then elected by the district and county people’s congresses. Finally, deputies are elected by provincial and municipal people’s congresses to form the highest level of the National People’s Congress. District and county delegates are nominally low, but those who are really elected by the voters can best embody real democracy, and the competition is fiercest. Before the Cultural Revolution, I served as a member of the CPPCC National Committee and a deputy to the Beijing People’s Congress. Haidian District has also participated in several elections for deputies to the National People’s Congress. At that time, I never thought it would be easy to vote! This election was held after the storm in the early days of the Cultural Revolution. Many “people” who used to have the right to vote have become capitalists and have been pushed out of the scope of “people” and lost their votes. Fortunately, I remained among the people, thus preserving the right to vote. When I saw my name on the red list, the three words were shining as if they were protruding. I’m afraid that the happiness of “Golden List Title” in the emperor’s era would not exceed my present happiness. Now I realize that what I thought was available was not easy to come by. On the day of voting, I changed into new clothes and stood in the “people” with red ballots weighing like kilograms. I’m really ecstatic. I know that I haven’t become as untouchable as India. No one was afraid that I had stepped on his shadow. The taste of happiness fills my heart for me to taste carefully for many days.
Another thing brought me great joy, and the memories I left are unforgettable forever. In a wheat harvest season. The “Revolutionary” teachers and students of the Eastern Language Family were sent to a village near Nanyuan under the leadership of the military propaganda team to assist in wheat harvest. I remember that it rained a lot that year. Having lived there for more than ten days, it rained almost every day. It didn’t rain long, almost in a flash. But it also caused a lot of trouble. During the day, we carried the bundled wheat back to the village from the wheat field and spread it on the wheat field, waiting for drying and beating out the grains. When a shower of rain came, we panicked and covered the wheat with oilcloth. Once the rain is over, the sun comes out, and then the tarpaulin is thrown off. Sometimes I’m busy for several times a day. Especially when it rained at night, we immediately got up and ran to the scene to cover the tarpaulin. We were so busy that we sweated all over. Then we were watered by the rain, and the whole body became drowned chickens. However, none of the farmers came out. At that time, they were eating big pot rice in the people’s commune leading to heaven, and nobody would work hard. It’s a bit hard for me to think of the “old nine” who are ready to receive re-education for the poor and lower middle peasants at any time. What do these people teach us? When I think of those novels which have been popular for a while and which have raised the peasants’consciousness to an alarming height, I think that the author has no ulterior motives to read them. Since then, I have never read such a novel again.
I am very enthusiastic among the “people”. During the day, I went to the wheat field to carry the bundled wheat. I was “Han Xin’s generals, more and more are good”, and the number of bundles I carried was no less than that of young men. So when I returned to school, I was praised by the public in the department, and my heart was full of beauties. However, life in Nanyuan can not be said to be comfortable. Working all day, I am very tired. Sleep in a big warehouse at night. The ground is densely covered with floors, and the area occupied by a person can only accommodate himself. There are many mosquitoes in the countryside. Others have mosquito nets and mosquito repellent oil. I’m alone. I don’t bring anything with me. At night, people put down their nets and mosquitoes were not allowed to enter. But I am completely open here, so all the mosquitoes crowded to me, mosquitoes thunder, rain. I became a filial son in old stories, bitten by my parents. I wake up in the morning with scars everywhere, and I have no complaints. And life is not monotonous, and sometimes there are interesting episodes. For example, one day, when we were carrying a bundle of wheat in the wheat field, we suddenly found a rabbit. So everybody put down their work and chased the rabbits one after another. No matter how fast the rabbit jumped, we were all in a crowd. At last, one of the rabbit’s legs was broken and the rabbit was captured. In addition, some people like to eat snakes. One day he caught one and immediately ran back to the village. He found a place where there was fire. He burned the snake and settled it on the spot and swallowed it. Isn’t it possible to paint a little color and bring a little joy to flat-panel life with such trivial things?
That’s how I spent half a year.

Youth passes as a fleeting wave

In the small town where Gong Zheng, the head of the research group, lives, people do not know the teachers of several schools in the town, but they must know the principals of each school; the teachers do not know the peers of other schools, but they must know the directors of other schools. But after Gong became the old group leader, everyone was not very interested in the principal, and teachers knew little about the director.
Xiao Gong
On Teacher’s Day in 1994, a half-day celebration was held in the morning in the town. During lunch, the visiting principal called Gong Zheng, a young teacher, to his side and sat down. A table of people took turns respecting the headmaster’s wine and had a good time swimming. In return, he said forcefully, “Teachers, soldiers who don’t want to be generals are not good soldiers. Here’s a glass of wine! Dry! ” Everyone stood up and drank at the same time.
A stone stirs up a thousand waves. Teacher Zhang said, “Soldiers who don’t want to be generals are really not good soldiers.” Teacher Zheng said, “A good soldier should be a general.” Mr. Wang said, “I want to use the words of the headmaster as a motto to urge myself from time to time.” Teacher Tan said, “I want to pass this sentence on to my students at an appropriate time, so that my students can grow up in the famous saying.” Soon, this sentence permeated the whole campus and was adopted by people from time to time.
Gong Zheng had the wish to be a headmaster when he was studying in Normal University. He thought that was the best reflection of the value of life. He was talented and naturally well aware of Sun’s intentions. He worked more diligently and devoted himself to his research. He was not only a head teacher, but also a head of teaching and research group. He was outstanding in mathematics teaching and research, and was praised by teachers and researchers. At the beginning of that year, Gong’s class handed in another good answer.
Everyone talked about Gong’s promotion and reuse.
The weather is unexpected. In the spring of that year, you had a problem with your life style. Everyone was in the dark until the last day of summer training announced the new President Yang. Yang is not familiar with the small town, the original team is still immobile, Gong is still his team leader.
Once, the backbone of the math group studied in the county town, and Yang invited them to dinner at home. At the banquet, everyone was very happy, because it was rare for the headmaster to pick up the teacher’s guests at home. Yang’s wife is very virtuous in her small job. At the banquet, Yang was very happy and encouraged everyone to work hard for the development of the school and “dare to be the first”. When the four words behind are thrown out, the whole campus will be filled immediately.
Gong guided the teachers to study teaching methods and learning methods, one step a year. The teaching and research group was formed into the “three excellent” teaching and research group, which is also well-known in the county. Yang was very happy to be promoted to Gong as Dean of Education. He told the Town Education Committee what he thought, and the director agreed.
The weather is unexpected. In May of that year, Yang’s wife was ill, and he asked for leave to go to nursing for two months. At the end of the summer vacation, Yang’s wife was sick. At that time, the school work was presided over by Vice-President Fu, and an unexpected thing happened: at the end of the term, when the paper was graded, one of the papers mistakenly corrected the score, which alarmed the vice-mayor in charge of education. The deputy mayor personally went to the school to check the files, found out that there were three problems in school management and reported them to the mayor. The mayor conveyed them to the secretary.
Originally, the mayor was a relative of Fu. He wanted to pay for “correcting” and make full use of the incident. During the summer vacation, Fu He and the “gunman” conspired to reflect some of Yang’s problems to the county bureau. The county and town were all shocked and Yang had to be transferred to the town Party school to work.
Da Gong
In a flash, Gong has become a middle-aged teacher.
Gong got divorced after taking office, but fortunately there were no children. It hit Gong a lot, but he quickly stood up, still conscientiously, constantly studying, constantly innovating, making the class and the teaching and research group prosperous.
Pay attention to in the eyes, but one does not care about Gong’s marriage, two do not care about Gong’s performance. How does Fu differ from his predecessor?
Gong and Fu are of the same age. They teach in two ways: Gong is a teacher, who is directly assigned to the school work, with simple ideas; Fu is a post-graduate course of Pugao University, who is turned into a private teacher, then a civilian teacher for further study, and a positive one. In a series of changes, Fu read and lived the town he thought was right in spring and autumn. He became sophisticated and smooth. He spoke to people, ghosts and ghosts, and was appreciated by his relatives. Gong naturally despises such people. Especially at one meeting, he said in front of all the faculty members, “I can’t help anybody if I don’t gamble or play.” Gong had no good feeling about it.
The former Youyou and Yang both made achievements before they became principals. Although they have made mistakes, their nature and essence are not bad, but affected by bad atmosphere, they have not been able to be cautious and independent. And what we depend on is clear to everyone.
There is no principal in the school, so long as there is a head teacher, the order is still in order. But only the headmaster, no head teacher, that would be a mess. Perhaps under such consideration, some people put Fu on the stage of management.
One evening, Fu visited Director Niu’s house. Niu submitted his resignation and strongly recommended Gong. Fu smiled and said, “Who is the legal person in this school?” “Principal Fu.” “Since I am a legal person, I want you to do it!” “I came here as a substitute, without any professional training. In order to speed up the pace of school development, you should also start Gong’s teaching work. He is a rare horse.” “I don’t seem to make it clear. You really don’t understand.” “I really don’t understand.” “Look, is Mr. Gong divorced? Behind a man, there must be a virtuous woman, he will succeed. Wait till he’s done with the housework.
Needless to say Gong, but also glossy, this is the place where pay is superior. In fact, he is in a protracted age, once the age has passed, even a thousand miles horse, can only sigh. On the Mahjong table, there is no Gong; on the banquet received by others, there is no Gong; on the New Year’s Eve, there is no Gong in the team that pays for the year of resignation; and on the New Year, there is no Gong in the crowd that pays for the New Year. Someone quietly suggested Gong learn to “communicate” and communicate with Fu Duo; someone reminded Gong that once he was 40, he would not want to be a principal, which is the reality; someone said that he could not recognize words, but he must recognize people. Gong went in and out of one ear and devoted himself to teaching sages.
Lao Gong
Time flies so fast that Gong has passed the age of fate and become a real old team leader. After paying off, there came several more. Some old people were transferred, retired and died. Quickly calculating that Gong was the “elder of the seven dynasties” and was one of the only three old people left in the school.
The year before last, a new principal came to the school, which really made him happy for a while, because ten thousand were the students he had taught.
On that day, Gong and the honest old Song chatted on the playground. Gong asked Song, “Why are most of the principals of our town run by the local people?” Song never thought about this problem, Best Think was puzzled, very disappointed to tell Gong: “I really don’t know.” “You certainly don’t know that, because people who value character, personality and dignity can’t do it.” Gong smiled and said, “To be able to flatter, to be able to pull a relationship, to be able to give gifts, you and I can not do it.” “We only have normal courtesy, which we really can’t do. School is a pure land. How can we do that? Song said firmly. Gong said solemnly, “Somebody did it.” Song always felt that the school was going downhill, but he didn’t know where the roots were, could not say clearly, and the Tao was not clear. Today, Mauset is full of joy and surprise. Song sincerely said, “Listening to the words of the king is better than reading for ten years. We have known each other for so many years and always hope to have a principal to reuse you, but opportunities are rare and difficult to create. President Wan is a graduate of Normal University and a student of yours. He won’t do that. He’s here to turn the tide on the school. Chances are hard to find!” He suggested Gong take advantage of the rare teacher-student relationship to make his due contribution to the school’s resplendence. Gong frankly said, “Everything rests in middle age, besides, he is already the sun to the west. I will give my full support to the principal’s work and make a difference in what I do.”
Only 10,000 people were in the office that day. Song Xiangwan suggested Gong be used to do something. “At present, there are people in all posts, so cadres are not good enough to go down.” Wan told Song, “Mr. Gong is my teacher, I will take care of him naturally.” Song sincerely said: “Wan principal, you may not know that our school used to be a banner of county education, because there are a group of people like Gong who devote themselves to research and educate people. They are really experts. If you give him the educational administration, he will be able to take the lead and make new achievements, and you will worry less about it.” Wan Luo said with regret, “The student is already 40 years old, and his old family has passed the age of fate. Now the employers are younger. Song immediately retorted: “It is true that heroes have been young since ancient times, but there are also Jiang Ziya who is 80 years old as king of letters. There are no more than three principles in employing people: first, good character; second, talent; third, good health.” Wan expressed helplessness on his face.
Back in his office, sitting in his office chair, Song kept thinking: Gong Sansan is in line with, and why should the heart have more than enough strength? The reason why he was transferred is that he was a principal in a school with stereotyped and eye-catching ideas and promotion and reuse. The other reason is that some aspects of the school are unsatisfactory and he is required to revitalize it. As long as the right decision is conducive to the development of the school, it will definitely be strongly supported. He had to comfort himself by clustering things in groups.
On Teachers’Day last year, Gong was praised by the town government as an advanced individual in teaching and educating people, and the Mathematics Group was praised as an excellent teaching and research group at the county level. He lived a happy life in front of a tasty group leader.