Sauce Purple FM | is about to talk about the arrival of guests

Ouyang Xiu has a famous sentence: I just want to talk about the arrival of guests, and occasionally think of small drinks and flowers. Long days alone bored, friends suddenly visit, this heart has a sharp mind, just like Su Shi's night visit to Zhang Huaimin, is the most warm moment of life, but also a very rare opportunity in life.

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Anchor | Yangcheng Evening News all-media reporter Hui Tianjiao

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I want to talk about the arrival of guests, and occasionally think of small drinks and flowers. This is a couplet of poems by Fang Weng. Many years ago, I read it, loved it, remembered it all at once, and still haven't forgotten it.

Even thinking about small drinks and flowers blooming, is the realm of imagination, just about to raise a glass to drink, the flowers bloom, where is so coincidental? This is nothing more than literary brushwork, poetic rendering. However, when I was thinking of having someone to chat with, this person arrived as scheduled, and although it was not often available, it always appeared. In the past, there was an old saying called "say Cao Cao, Cao Cao to", which also has this meaning, but it does not have this poetic elegance, and moreover, when cao cao is said, it may only be said for a while, and there is no intention to talk with Cao Cao.

I want to talk about every guest, such a scene is a warm moment of life, and it is a rare opportunity in life.

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Two

In the first year of high school, the teacher of the school library suddenly came to my house. Since I was in elementary school, I have been studying for nine years, and not a single teacher has visited her home. Teacher Gao is the first.

Library students borrow books, fill out the book list, find them by Teacher Gao, and lend them to you from the window. Teacher Gao allowed me to go into the library to pick up books, which was unprecedented in the whole school. For this reason, there were classmates and Teacher Gao arguing. Teacher Gao was a year older than my sister, and I really wanted to talk to her in my heart, but I didn't expect that when she suddenly appeared at my house, she couldn't say anything.

Teacher Gao knew that I loved to read and came to see me at home. She wasn't my homeroom teacher and didn't have a home visit assignment. Of course, this does not seem to be a home visit. Home visits don't make me feel so intimate. She saw the few books I had, tucked into a small torn shoe box of only two floors, huddled in the corner, and didn't say live at the time. More than fifty years later, a few years ago, when I met her, she told me about it. I knew that in the future, she would make an exception to open the library's century-old library and let me go inside to pick up books; before I went to the Northern Wilderness, several books borrowed from her were never returned... It's all about this little broken shoe box.

Three

After my father's death, I returned to Beijing from the Northern Wilderness, and for the first few days, I was unemployed at home. Bored to the extreme, all day in the hut, my mother said that I am like the prison sauce, are about to imprison maggots, persuade me to go out for a walk, find someone to chat. Who are you looking for? I was a young intellectual who came back very early, and most of my classmates were still in the countryside across the country. During the day, adults go to work, children go to school, and my family is even more moncratic.

One day, a little girl came to my house, she was a neighbor's child, named Xiao Jie, six years old, not yet in school. She held a hardcover book in her hand, handed it to me, opened it, and inside it was all green glass of sugar paper. She took out a few pieces of glass sugar paper of different colors from the book and said to me: You put the sugar paper on your eyes to look at the sun, you can see the sun of different colors! Fun, right? I knew she wanted to play with me and talk together.

I asked her, how come you have so much sugar paper? She looked up and said, "Save it!" Mom and Dad bought me a lot of sugar for the New Year, and I put all the sugar paper in this book. As she spoke, she asked me to look at her precious sugar paper, and there were many pages in the book with one or two pieces of glass candy paper sandwiched between them, and they were about to fill the whole book. The color and pattern of each piece of sugar paper are different, and the flowers are full of flowers, which is very beautiful. I carefully turned page by page, page by page, from beginning to end.

For many days, she ran to my house, flipped through the book with me, read the sugar paper, and kept pointing to the sugar paper and asking me if you had ever eaten this sugar? I shook my head and said, "I haven't eaten." She said that the next time my mother bought it for me, I would take a piece for you to taste.

A few years later, before I moved out of the compound, Xiao Jie ran to my house to give me this book full of sugar paper. I hurriedly resigned. But she was very determined: my father and my mother always bought me sugar, and my glass candy paper was more! Besides, I see that you like the poems in this book.

This is a collection of poems called Ode to the Motherland.

Four

My father was playing tai chi in the small garden behind the front door in the early morning, and one of the heels fell down and suddenly left. At that time, I was in the Northern Wilderness, my brother was in Qinghai, my sister was in Inner Mongolia, and there was only my mother in the family, lonely and helpless, and I was trying to find someone to discuss how to deal with my father's affairs, and I was anxiously lost. It was such a coincidence that Old Zhu appeared at my house at the right time.

Lao Zhu was my middle school classmate and went to the same production team in beidahuang together. He went back to Beijing for family leave, the holiday was full, bought a train ticket to return to beidahuang the next day, and came to my house before leaving Beijing, he wanted to ask me what my family brought me, but he did not expect to face his mother's tearful old eyes. After comforting his mother, Lao Zhu immediately went to the train station to return the ticket and came back to help his mother take care of his father's affairs until I rushed back to Beijing from the Northern Wilderness.

Yes, this time, it was not that I was at home trying to talk and was in a good time, but my mother, who needed the help of someone when someone came more than the conversation. On that day, Lao Zhu suddenly appeared in front of his mother as if he had fallen from the sky, and in retrospect, it was even more incredible than the coincidence in the book or movie. However, it is in this way that the meaning of the emotions of the guest arrives is revealed; sending charcoal in the snow makes people feel the value and weight of the guest at the time of arrival.

--------------------------------------- (Yangcheng Evening News 2022-01-06 A11 edition Responsible editor: Wu Xiaopan)

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