Xiao Fuxing's warm prose shone into my old time

It was a little embarrassing to find that I also had a bunch of old times, although I could not say that I was a contemporary of Master Xiao, but reading his books actually found a lot of empathy. For example, when he wrote "New Year Paintings on the Wall of the Old House", I had a full sense of memory. From about the fourth grade of elementary school, the work of writing spring festival paintings at home was entrusted to me. My mother was illiterate, my father was also a rough man, I became a cultural person in the family, and this kind of thing became my decision. So every year after the winter vacation, when it is close to the end of the year, I will go to the street with my mother to pick up New Year paintings. After buying it back, I also posted it, and the location of the post was also determined by me. I'm always reluctant to tear off last year's wall paintings, and it's hard to put them on the wall.

The memory of the previous summer nights is very rich. Reading "Looking at the Big Dipper seven stars on the roof of the fish scale tile", the memory of the summer night in my mind was instantly revived, and the summer night in the mountains was really special, when I was in junior high school, every summer vacation I would stay up late to help the family pump water and water the rice. I always remember that in those years there was often drought, but fortunately there was a small river under our village, which was a branch of the Guandu River, and it would pump water from the river to the rice fields, often at night. I would help my family watch the submersible pump in the first half of the night, watch the pipeline don't run water, etc. In fact, it is quite boring, the empty field of wild rice fields, or sitting or lying, frogs chirping, there will be fireflies flying around the sky. Occasionally, when you look up, you will see the sky full of stars, densely hanging in the dark night sky, which is particularly lively. I would like to tell Teacher Xiao that the summer night sky in the mountain village and the clear stars will be richer and more poetic than the sky of the city, and there will be more fireworks in the world.

Although I was a few decades younger than Mr. Xiao, I felt that my insight was many years behind him. For example, he wrote in "The First Train Ride" that when he was 8 years old, he took the train with his neighbor's sister to Baotou, and the neighbor's sister got off earlier than him, and the next three or four hours of the journey was completed by himself alone, which was a very unforgettable feeling. I then remembered the first time I took the train, when I was about 22 years old. The farthest place I went before I went to high school was our county seat, and then I went to school in Henan Province, usually by car. At the age of 22, it seemed that he was going to Puyang, so he chose to take the train to Zhengzhou and then take a car. In fact, that time should have taken a direct coach, taking the train is really more troublesome, more than 4 a.m. to catch the train, the car is crowded with no place, especially tossed. But that was the first time I took the train, and although I was repeatedly complained about by my companions, I still insisted that it was comfortable to take the train.

In life, there are always a few unforgettable teachers. Reading Mr. Xiao's article "Thinking of Teacher Niu", I naturally thought of my junior high school class teacher. At the beginning of the first year, Mr. Wang was my class teacher, he had just graduated from the normal school at that time, he was particularly young, especially young, and I liked him very much. I remember listening to his classes very comfortably, and naturally my grades were also very good. In the second year of junior high school, he continued to take our class, and it seemed that he planned to go all the way to graduation, and I was very happy. At that time, there would be a township-wide competition in the middle of each semester, and I would play Waterloo for each midterm exam, and I don't know why. So every time I go out to compete, I don't have my share, not to mention how discouraged I am. Maybe Teacher Wang saw my loss and would talk to me once and give me spiritual encouragement. So every time I take a final exam, I get a good score. Only later, in the second semester of the second semester of junior high school, my grades fell seriously, and by the third year of junior high school, I slowly fell behind. I don't know what happened in those years, but although I went to the high school in the prefecture, I felt that I had failed to live up to the expectations of my teachers. One year, I met with my classmates to see the old class, and I also had a meal at the old class's house and talked about many things. Then everyone was separated, and I didn't go back to my hometown for many years. At this moment, when I read Teacher Xiao's words, I missed my Teacher Wang in my heart, and I wanted to thank him for paying attention to me, but I was not one of his best students after all. His best students, some later became professors in universities, some teachers in high schools, they all graduated from prestigious schools, and my first degree was a small specialty. In fact, I still want to visit the teacher again, but my later grades are really faceless, and I will not mention it again. Classmates in the past slowly broke off contact, remembering a sentence: goods should be thrown away, people are more than people... Well, I forgot.

Reading Xiao Fuxing's essay collection "Our Old Time", there is indeed a feeling that the warm old time has come back to my heart. In fact, I read a lot of teachers' essays, and I knew that he had no mother since he was a child, and his sister had gone to a foreign country very early, and there was only his father's miserable days at home. Later, his father returned to his hometown and brought back a stepmother, and there are many stories about the process of his relationship with this stepmother from alienation to affection. And he loves to read, steals 5 yuan from home to buy books to read, and so on, and so on, and many other small fragments of time flow out of the teacher's simple words, which are extremely kind and warm and touching to read.

"A dazzling light illuminates the past events buried in the dust and nets, splashing the dust around it", Xiao Fuxing recalls the past, cherishes relatives, remembers old friends, pursues the past, feels life, uses vivid brushstrokes to depict the texture of the essence of life, and reveals the true feelings of the world that are perfect and beautiful.