Fifty years of vicissitudes, fifty years of wind and rain, the river of life flows silently in the small town. As the saying goes: "Fifty and know the Destiny of Heaven", the year of the Mandate of Heaven is approaching, it is inevitable that it is a little embarrassing, and there are some loneliness and sadness.
Looking back at the quiet moments of the small town, the frames of the picture are clearly visible. The desolate and slightly indifferent Beiguan Stone Bridge, the chaotic and noisy "Henan Lane", the quiet and elegant and unforgettable Chengguan Primary School, and the warm and happy ancient alleys constitute a beautiful picture of my childhood.
As a "descendant" of Yulin who "walked the south road", this hot land accepted and nurtured our "desert escapee", the ancient spring of Meishui nourished the young soul, the red culture gave birth to the ideal of life, and the exciting Luoshui gave courage and strength.
In the 1970s, at the end of the Cultural Revolution, I came into this world and could say, "I was born at the wrong time." Perhaps at this moment, it foreshadows the ups and downs and sufferings of life, which is the symbol of the fate of the post-70s generation.
"Spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River". This is not a splendid spring morning in Jiangnan, but a rebirth of the ancient Loess Plateau. The spring breeze of reform bathed the small city in northern Shaanxi, the strong collision of new and old ideological trends, in the drowsy days, I faded the childish "military civilian clothes" breath, began the rebellious and barbaric juvenile era.
'87-'89 was a crazy time. The old streets are changing with each passing day, the dilapidated tile houses on both sides have lost their words, the muddy "yellow mud road" has been thrown into the dust of history, and the melodious folk songs of northern Shaanxi have withdrawn from the stage and replaced by new forces such as "flared pants, high heels, big waves, jeans and break dance". Elements popular in Hong Kong and Taiwan occupy every corner of the town. The brand new dual-SIM tape recorder emits strong sound waves, sometimes "My Chinese Heart", sometimes "Olive Tree", especially a northern wolf howl, which makes our blood boil. This once quiet and indisputable town has undergone unimaginable qualitative changes.
Ten years of hard reading in the cold window, the turning point of life's fate, was defeated by the beginning of the love sinus. Folding the love scene and re-reading life made me understand the word "destiny". The ancients said: "Time also, luck also, fate also," the ancient I Ching shows the magical mystery. The knowledge of the "four olds" has become a life-saving straw in my life. "Tianxingjian, a gentleman who never ceases to improve himself", this ancient philosophical idea inspired me to realize my "college dream", and also made my humble father raise his eyebrows and breathe out once!
As the first college students in the early 90s, we were called "the proud sons of heaven.". There is no anxiety of contemporary college students, and there is no fear of employment pressure. A "dispatch card" has achieved a gorgeous turn in life.
Every time you go to a life station, you have to start a different life journey. When I stepped on this train that did not know the end, perhaps it was wandering, or perhaps it was inevitable, I was constantly changing roles during this journey, one would be a teacher, one would be a city administrator, and even longer was a "kumon printer" living in a cold gray corner. When bidding farewell to the compound of mutual fighting, life enters the late autumn, admiring the autumn light and autumn water, appreciating the autumn moon and autumn leaves, understanding the necessity of fairness and justice, and seeing the causes and consequences of sin and punishment.
Fifty and know the Destiny. Life began to become fragile, the years were even quieter, I accepted the true and false, the false and the real, right and wrong, understood the cycle of cause and effect, knew the yin and yang changes of all things, and knew the true meaning of "impermanence".
The "heavy snow" is approaching, and the winter rain is falling outside the window, and the wisps of rain are instantly solidified by the cold wind and turn into small white flowers with six petals. In the distance, a dead locust tree branch fell a yellow leaf that had been forgotten by the late autumn, swept up by the cold north wind, and thrown into the distant starry sky, like a meteor streaked between the sky, once brilliant, returned to heaven and earth.
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