In the southwest border of the Sichuan Basin, there is a ravine on the national 4A scenic spot Tiantai Mountain Tourism Loop, where the mountains and rivers are surrounded, the scenery is beautiful, the climate is pleasant, the history is deep, the cradle of nurturing knowledge and talents--- Shuikou Middle School is located at the foot of the mountain on the bank of the Wenjing River, from here out of the Academicians of the Academy of Sciences, Doctors of Medicine, educational models...
I often wonder, what is the spirit in the water? I didn't find the exact answer. The famous sentence of the sages, "The sound of the wind and rain reading, the sound of the sound into the ears; the family affairs, the state affairs, the world, everything concern" may be a concrete portrayal of this spirit, and it is also the reason for my attachment to the water.
I am attached to the 1980s in the water, which was an era of historical change and poetry, an era of conflict and confrontation between old and new ideas, an era of free and free thought, and once became a utopia in the hearts of intellectuals and ordinary people. Although it is short-lived, it leaves people with many good memories and nostalgia. In that era, social life was slow-paced, people's thoughts were simple, requirements were simple, smiles were real, and it was an era when promises were made and they would abide by them for a lifetime and strive to fulfill them. When I returned to this historical background and examined it, I understood the vivid and vivid wind and bone characters in the water written by your colleagues.
I am attached to the beautiful scenery in the water, that is the beautiful world of humanity and nature, the fusion of mountains and rivers, and the unity of nature and man, listening to the natural concerto of the mountains in the water, birds and flowers; recalling the begonia flower clusters on the campus in the water, reading aloud in the morning; yearning for the pastoral pastoral songs around the water, cooking smoke; experiencing the pastry snacks on the opposite old street, the ancient town cinema; tracing the rape flower field that passed countless times from the water, witnessing its production cycle from sowing, seedlings, flowering to harvesting, and appreciating the wonderful moments of dancing butterflies from time to time. The world in the water belonged to me at that time.
I am attached to the years of teachers and students in the water, it was an era of material poverty, only reading changed the fate, I admired the principals and teachers at that time, conscientious, hard work, not a single student gave up; some students dropped out of school because of poverty, you were impatient, and did not hesitate to wade through the mountains and rivers to mobilize to help solve difficulties; for the students who took the college entrance examination, you were even more exhausted, forgot to eat, from study and life to the utmost care, opened a small stove, and even paid their own money to increase nutrition for them, and rebuilt it with kindness. At that time, the students were simple and generous, learning from each other, helping each other, sincere and sincere, and the learning style in the water inspired people's hearts.
Time flies, the times change, and the water of the past has long been transformed. However, in my heart, what will never change is my attachment to the water, I am glad to be able to learn in the water of that era, I am grateful to meet the teachers and classmates in the water at that time, this attachment lingers in my heart, lingering.
(Text/Photo Xiaohe)