That's when the glamour rocked away

Coming out of the gymnasium, there was chaos outside as usual, and the audience had not yet calmed down from the excitement. So did I, finding a bike and riding all the way alone. At the next intersection, on the island of safety sat a few young people who had nothing while drinking beer and singing loudly. Really wanted to join them! This state must also be more in need of some alcohol intake... However, when he got closer, he saw that it was a few standard idle skins, so he fled into the wilderness. Traveling east along Friendship Road, when I was about to reach Lijia Village, I heard that Lubei was another concert scene in the distance, which was even worse than in the gymnasium, and the chorus of the mountain shouting tsunami, the noisy noise, the crying laughter and the screams were mixed together, and the passionate and magnificent feeling made me involuntarily and curiously stop the car. Looking to the opposite side, it turned out to be the Everest Hotel. Immediately understood that cui jian and his band members stayed here, there was no internet at that time, all the information was extremely underdeveloped, and I didn't know how Cui Jian's fans knew where the idols were staying. The appeal of idols is really huge! Later, I saw some media reveal that many fans had been following the band from Beijing to Zhengzhou and then to Xi'an. It was a hugely numerous and crazy team of iron fans. I sat on the road across the street from the hotel for a while, smoked a few narrow versions of the monkey, and suddenly felt inexplicably lonely and sad, anxious to consider whether to return to the safe island at the intersection just now and drink a few bottles of beer with the idlers. The cigarette butt in his hand realized the absurdity of this idea. Or rode back to the north gate of the school, shouted a few dead parties downstairs, and asked for a cumin stir-fried meat and a few bundles of roasted peanuts and rice at the door to drink! That's how cool it feels! The henchmen later said that I was as radiant as I had never been reborn that night. After drinking and returning to the dormitory, I was more and more excited and couldn't sleep, I wrote a long article about Cui Jian at dawn, and later revised and transcribed it again, and in the morning I couldn't wait to go to the school post office and send it to the "Girlfriend" magazine that was on fire that year. Then there was the long wait with trepidation and joy. Until one day half a month later, I was sweating on the basketball court and was jumping on the basketball court, when I heard someone calling me. When I got the letter and saw the lead-printed envelope of "Girlfriend" magazine, my heart thumped and jumped, and I felt that my face was crimson and sweat was gushing out. When I opened it in no one's place, it turned out to be a rejection letter. Many years later, today, I still remember the editor surnamed Bai, who can feel the gentleness and elegance from the text, first explained that the subject matter of the submission is sensitive and inappropriate for publication, and at the end of the letter, I still do not forget to give me more encouragement, so that I have been warm to this day. With such an editor, how can "Girlfriend" not be hot! Unfortunately, now that new media have seized the information position, most of the once familiar and popular print media have gradually disappeared under the tide of the Internet. Many years later, because of a sentence, I said that I would die without words, and a Hong Kong girl who grew up studying in England became my girlfriend. This is a postscript, I will write it again when I have time.