To Youth and Literature
Song Liumei
I am really grateful to the Internet for bringing us together again, laughing, talking, and reminiscing in a group. Those past years have been picked up by us and strung together into a story of youth full of laughter, passion, sweet and a little bitter. Friends shared a few photos of our literary club activities that year. "Wow!" We were pleasantly surprised and treasured. One of them is a group photo of our literary society going to Diaoyu City. We stood in front of the ancient fort by the city wall and contemplated the sound of the iron horse Jingo fighting. We read the famous Haoshi Pomo Ancient Battlefield and felt the rich historical and cultural connotation of Diaoyu City.
In the photo, I saw my youthful and splendid appearance, and the photo evoked my happy memories, and those green years and literary first love came to mind one by one.
Like all high school students, I wandered in my youth, struggling in the sea of books, pain and happiness. Since I was a child, I like to read novels, but I am still busy studying, seeing stitches and needles, sponges squeezing water like peeking at books that have nothing to do with learning, and all kinds of martial arts novels and romance novels are my favorite.
Qiong Yao's novels were all the rage in our high school years. Those innocent and moving love stories touch the hearts of young girls, and they are also the topics that the sisters in the dormitory can never talk about, rejoicing, sadness and sorrow for the heroes and heroines. I like the innocence of Qiong Yao's novel story, and I like the ancient poems in the novel. I bought a notebook and copied the beautiful, classical poems in the novel, and I enjoyed copying a thick one.
People are young and have a particularly good memory. The novels I've read, tv series, can be shared with my dorm sisters, and they are so vivid and even forgetful. I remember once I read Jin Yong's novel "Chivalrous Journey". The protagonist of the novel lives in the barren mountains and wild mountains as a child, has no father, only lives in the barren mountains with his mother Mei Fanggu and the little dog Ah Huang, who is illiterate and does not understand the world, and his mother is very indifferent to him, and has always called him "dog bastard", so that he thinks that his name is "dog bastard". In fact, Mei Fanggu is not his mother, but the enemy of his parents... The novel is so wonderfully written that after returning to my bedroom the next night, I continued to share it with my sisters at their strong request. The more I talked, the more excited I became, and I forgot the time, and the sisters forgot the time when they listened. I said "dog bastard" on the left and "dog bastard" on the right, and everyone listened to the hip-hop and laughed, and from time to time they discussed a few words. I don't know when, I noticed that everyone was laughing less and less, and there were a few coughing sounds. I was wondering, looking at the door, oh my God! When it was over, I don't know when the tall and mighty headmaster and the housekeeper aunt stood at the door of the dormitory.
I quickly shut up, and I was blindfolded, and the darkness covered up my remorse and fear, and I had long heard that the headmaster was a powerful horn, and he was actually caught. "Well said, keep talking, what time is it and not resting, will you still have classes tomorrow?" The principal's thick and majestic baritone voice came, and then added: "Which one is speaking?" Tomorrow morning I will come to my office after morning study. ”
The next day, a few sisters accompanied me to the principal's office. The principal did not think that the fierce, simply asked me about the situation, and then criticized a few words, nothing more than to abide by the discipline of the dormitory, to focus on studying and so on. To my surprise, in the end, the principal asked me the name of the novel, did the principal also like to read Jin Yong's martial arts novels? This question has been pondering in my mind for days.
In high school, I liked the language subject the most because it was easy to study and get high scores. Teacher He of Chinese, his appearance is not proud, but his literary style is soaring. He always attended classes with passion, witty words, a particularly rich body language, and a lot of laughter in the classroom. We admire him from the bottom of our hearts, and we also like his language class, and we always leave the class unconsciously.
In the second year of high school, Mr. He set up the first literary club in our school, the Bolang Literary Club. I was a lazy person who liked to read books and novels, but I didn't like to write, and I didn't plan to join a literary club. Later, the Chinese teacher talked to me and asked me to participate. On the day the literary club was founded, it was a Friday afternoon, and it was very cold. My feet were frozen, and my heart kept thinking about going home, thinking about the warmth and deliciousness of home. The Chinese teacher talked about the original intention of the establishment of the literary club and the arrangements behind, the president was our class leader, handsome, made a statement, very nervous, the face was red. Finally the principal spoke and enthusiastically encouraged us. Finally stayed up until the end of the meeting, I just walked out of the conference room, the principal came out and stopped me, I didn't even have time to dodge, he smiled and said, "You still have to write more Ha, just read, just talk about it." ”
With the help of the school and teachers, our literary club runs magazines, monthly magazines, ink printing. The magazine cover pattern is very beautiful, the sea, the waves, there is a very passionate and surging taste, so the name Bolang Literary Society. I also sent out several manuscripts, poems, essays, the content of which has long been forgotten. Literary societies often organize events, and for each event we have to submit essays and then discuss the final draft together. Watching my graffiti words become ink printed words, my heart is still quite happy, and the magazine soaked in ink fragrance has brilliantly enriched our youth years.
Sadly, literature passed me by. Later, with the transfer of our Chinese teachers, the learning pressure and tasks in the late third year of high school increased, and the literary club survived in name only. I studied English in college, and literature is getting farther and farther away from me. Until ten years ago, by chance, I fell in love with words again. None of the members of our literary society, today's professional teachers or lawyers or businessmen or civil servants or freelancers, have taken up jobs dedicated to literature.
Growing up is an experience, a joy, and a brilliant color. For me, if youth has color, it must be the color of literature; if youth has dreams, it must be literary dreams.
(Author Affilications:Wansheng Economic Development Zone Cultural and Tourism Bureau)
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