Early this morning, I saw a poem "Red Plum" written by my husband's graduate student Ma Jianguo:
It was like a fire
Flames burn in the winter courtyard
Lit lonely eyes
In the cold rain of Jiangcheng
Where is the source of her strength
It's looking forward to snow drifting
Or welcome spring
Cracked dark branches
There must be a beautiful belief hidden
The poem was also accompanied by pictures of red plums in their neighborhood, which were indeed pictures and poems.
Speaking of red plums, it caused me to think about it.
It was July 1965, and I ended my college career with the solo song "Red Meizan" on the stage of the Branch of the Central Institute for Nationalities, and it was the spirit of Hongmei who was determined and proud to encourage me to work and fight.
When I graduated, I was trained by the Organization Department of the Hubei Provincial Party Committee as a successor and assigned to the Organization Department of the Jingzhou Prefectural Committee; later, under the leadership of the Organization Director of the Prefectural Committee, I went to Xiantao for labor training.
In 1966, after the "Cultural Revolution" began, we returned to Wuhan and lived in the Party School of the Provincial Party Committee, waiting for the reorganization of the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee. Soon, I was assigned to the Hanyang County Revolutionary Committee as a young women's soldier, and then I was transferred to the middle school students' graduation assignment and the office for resettlement in the mountains and the countryside. Later, back in Wuhan, I worked as a middle school teacher in the 15th century for several years, and was rated as an advanced class teacher; and finally worked in the Department of Political Education of Central China Normal University.
In short, the party can do whatever it wants, and is not afraid of hardship like Hongmei.
Today, I live at Wuchang Guizishan Central China Normal University, and there are many plum blossoms on the lush green campus. At this moment, the red plum is opening up in a red fire, which reminds me of the beautiful and tortuous past...
2022.1.27