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Original title: Nostalgia for 9211 - To the youth of reminiscing about my middle school years
Author: Jiang Mu
Over the years, I often see middle school teachers and students writing about the years of middle school teachers, and their names are very gimmicky, such as what is "Reading the middle school teacher missed a lifetime, I still thank that year", and "Thirty years ago, the middle school teacher, equivalent to what education is now?" You may not believe it when you say it! " and so on, nothing more than to be afraid that everyone will forget that they were the proud son of heaven, but also to tell everyone that the 985 key universities were casually entered, but because of the needs of the motherland, they chose the middle school teacher, and for more than 30 years they are still rooted in grass-roots education, dedicating their lives for rural education, sacrificing their own good future, and it seems that they are really a great generation!
I was also a middle school teacher, and I also missed the days of reading middle school teachers, but I really didn't feel that there were so noble feelings at that time, and I never thought that the motherland needed such a thought when I went to study middle school teachers. Purely because reading secondary school can transfer household registrations, issue food stamps, have jobs, and do not have to work as farmers.
Over the years, I have been rooted in grassroots education because I have no ability to do anything else, and civil servants have also taken many exams. I have also moved the idea of going to the sea, suffering from not knowing what to do, has been dragging on until now, still a teacher, content with my duty, immersed in educating people, really do not want to be great, but feel that I will only do this line. I often recall those years, not how unforgettable that period was, because it was the highest stage of the reading period, and then there was no reading experience to recall. Of course, the memories are wonderful, especially my 9211 brothers.
Many years ago, I wanted to write down some things about 9211, afraid that after a few years, I would have Alzheimer's disease and couldn't remember anything. Today, to calm down and carefully comb through the fragments of memories of thirty years ago, just like sorting out the letters of many years, open a letter, a past event comes to mind, about him, or him, or her, those messy, mutilated memories, or joy, or sadness, or more, or less, the time has passed, but in the sad atmosphere deliberately created by this spring rain, it seems a little distant and sad.
1. First acquaintance with 9211
September 15, 1990, a milestone day in my life, was the day I was going to report to Quzhou Normal School. My sister, who just graduated from Qushi, sent me to Maojiacang Railway Station, let me go to Quzhou alone, the first time I went out, Mandarin has not been practiced, my heart is still very nervous, fortunately I met several junior high school classmates on the train, and my heart was slightly calmer. Jiangshan to Quzhou is a short distance today, but it was a distant place that had never been there before. Although it is already the 90s, but the traffic is still very backward, on the train to Quzhou, there is still some excitement, riding the green-skinned slow train in the nineties knows that it is very crowded, the carriage has long been overcrowded, there are no seats at all, find a few cars and there is no loose foothold, with several students who were admitted to the teacher's training together, with a little excitement and a little uneasiness, just stand all the way to Quzhou.
After getting off the train station, I saw the pick-up bus and welcome banner of Quzhou Normal School, and I saw the energetic brothers who came to help, and the young and beautiful teachers and sisters, and the surprises were great! I was shocked that they were so bold and outstanding, and I was happy that I would not be as envious as them in the future.
The brilliant sky of Qucheng, a romantic cloud, like a layer of light yarn as thin as a cicada's wing, a soft breeze gently flowing around me, everything is so brilliant and wonderful, life seems to be about to turn the next page, there will be many adventures to happen.
No time to fantasize, hurriedly got on the bus, along the most prosperous upper and lower streets in Qucheng at that time, and soon arrived at No. 8 Jieshe Street, carrying luggage, we followed everyone to the front window of the canteen to find our own class, and went to the second floor of the restaurant to report. In front of the booth 933 on the second floor of the restaurant, most of the students had already reported, a short and fat teacher who seemed to be quite learned (later learned that it was my three-year class teacher, Ma Yuliang, a good teacher with many talents, whose professionalism influenced our lives. Asked me what my name was, said a few words, and gave me the basin cup or something, the number on the basin was 1346. Then I found the dormitory, 9211, which will accompany me for three years, which has entered my memory and will make me remember it for a lifetime.
There were eight beds in the bedroom, and the door was a washbasin shelf on one side and a cabinet on the other, all made of cement. My bed is No. 1, and after more than thirty years, I can still clearly remember where each classmate slept and their bed number. I found my bedroom, laid out the bed, looked at my strange roommate, and spoke Mandarin with a heavy Jiangshan accent, and made some simple communication with difficulty. I remember that the first person I knew was Xu, we went to the restaurant to eat together, he also spoke the same bad Mandarin, with two fountain pens in his pocket, an old and pedantic look, very impressed. In the three years of his middle school career, he was indeed the most enterprising one in our dormitory, and he was the leader of the first small press corps of Qu Shi, and he was busy all day.
After dinner, I didn't know what to do, a few fellow countrymen were not in the same class, and I didn't know where to go, leaving me alone on campus, facing a completely unfamiliar environment, completely strange people, looking at the sky and the distance, my heart was at a loss, I didn't know how to face this future day.
Many years later, when I talked to my family about when I went to Qushi alone to report, I was still a little flustered, especially the first week was spent in torment, homesickness! I was born introverted, not good at talking, belonging to the kind that adults say do not break in, and my personality is relatively humble and cowardly, and after birth, I am basically confined to the small world on the edge of the new pond, and I know nothing about the outside world. And since elementary school has been studying with my father, the first time to live independently in a place where I am not familiar with life, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, I have no relatives, I face life alone, I bear a lot of pressure, the feeling at that time is really indescribable, and its central situation can be imagined.
2. Qushi scones
The scones on the corner of the street in Qushina are the dreams of a generation of Qushi people, and there is no one who does not recall the scones in the life of Qushi, so I put the scones in front to write.
Why everyone will be obsessed with scones, in the final analysis, in that era of material poverty, eating is still the top priority in life, everyone has just basically solved the problem of food and clothing, and at that time everyone was just seventeen or eighteen years old, it is the age of the most able to eat, after the end of the evening self-study, you can eat two scones is definitely more enjoyable and expected than now to eat supper in the food city.
I remember that at that time, in addition to the 30 pounds of meal tickets issued by the school a month, 28 yuan of vegetable tickets (this saving point can basically guarantee a month's fullness), in addition, the family also gave me 30 yuan of pocket money every month, most of which was used to watch videos and buy scones on weekends.
Of course, there is no condition to buy every day, when I first went, a scone was 2 mao 8, and then it rose to 3 mao, eating every day, a month is also a big expense, so it is also calculated to buy on a day. At that time, eating two at a time was standard, and it was basically uneaten on the road (the road from the scone stall to the dormitory was farther, and according to the way of eating at that time, it was not possible to insist on the dormitory), and it was necessary to leave a few bites to the dormitory to eat for everyone to see, just to show the feeling that I ate scones today, and there were also some holes that I had money to drink when I put out six big money like stupidity.
Sometimes the funds are tight, and if you really want to eat it, you will buy one, which is not addictive, and you have to eat it in small bites. At that time, such as students with poor family conditions, the memory was basically no money to buy scones to eat, usually they were out for a walk and then came back or lay down early to bed, staying up for the time when everyone ate scones before the lights went out.
You really don't say, the aroma of that scone, really fragrant, I didn't buy it, watching others eat, really can only swallow desperately.
Once, a classmate said to buy scones, asked if anyone wanted to bring, I wanted to eat but at the moment of financial constraints, there was no way to ask him to bring one, when I took it back, I was lying on the bed trying to taste it slowly, suddenly a classmate rushed from the bed and asked me to divide half of it for him to eat, this bold request surprised me, I myself just barely bought one, I wanted to eat two scones in a small bite, suddenly let me divide half of it, I really can't accept it, I didn't understand things when I was young, or the idea was relatively simple. I let him watch me finish eating in his eyes of infinite anticipation, and that look made me feel guilty to this day.
After graduation, our classmates are together, and whenever we think of these things, in addition to lamenting the poverty of that year, we are more grateful for that era, so that we can cherish the beautiful life of the present.
There are also some episodes about scones.
At that time, the time that everyone really bought was basically concentrated in less than an hour after the evening self-study, so several scone stalls were hot business, and the three outer three floors were surrounded by people, so there were students who touched the fish in the water, and went directly to get it, without paying.
I have also done it a few times, once when I took the scones and didn't have time to give money to squeeze out the inner circle, to see if the stall owner had no worries and had to squeeze the 6 cents in his hand and eat the scones and come back. Why I kept the money in my hand was in line with my psychology at that time. One thing is clear, it's not that I don't pay, it's that no one wants my money, and I squeeze the money for psychological comfort.
Another time, people are still very crowded, I paid for two scones, I reached out and took it myself, then the boss pinched the late self-study time, made a stack early and put it next to the stove, I picked up three, just wanted to take and put down one again, the boss saw in a hurry to see and took another one to me (thought I bought 4), the eyes did not look at me and asked "Did the money pay?" I replied with a straight face: "Paid." He squeezed out, and when he got to the bedroom, he immediately changed hands with two. Of course, after all, he is still a good young man, these things, did not continue to do, still maintain a good character, otherwise it is really not good to be a teacher.
Or scones, and a story.
On weekends, we would often play cards together and shave our noses when we lost. I remember once, Xiaoye and Xiaomao were playing, because you scraped me heavy, I scraped you lightly, and made a fuss, and then one by one was shaved harder than the other, and the nosebleeds were scraped out. Xiao Mao is also a person with a very high heart, I heard that it was the middle school examination champion, talented, in the school or the student union cadres, Qu Shi's small press corps impression is that he was formed, but also became the leader of the regiment for a few days, and later did not know what a thing, think that the school handled unfairly, and actually united several student union cadres to resign to threaten each other. I didn't think that the school didn't sell the bill, you were not right, more people were pawned, and a few days later he reappointed several people, perhaps the first time in his life that negotiations failed. Such an arrogant person, you said that playing a card in the dormitory also made the other party scratch out a nosebleed, how can you easily forgive you, so that the two did not speak for a long time, but as the saying goes: there is no eternal friend, there is no eternal enemy. It didn't take long for the two of them to successfully co-perform a double reed and resolve the feud.
That day, Xiaoye was at the gate of the dormitory, and saw a female classmate who picked up five yuan and handed it to the housekeeper doorman, so he ran back to the dormitory and told Xiao Mao to let him pretend to take it. Xiao Mao may also want to go down the ladder, without too much hesitation, he ran to say that he lost five dollars and received it smoothly. In the end, everyone added up, five dollars were all used to buy scones, with a face plate to load, the roommates in the dormitory ate it, two scones under the belly, everyone loved as before.
3. Peek into the diary
Lao Miao is our second dorm chief, and the first dorm leader Xiaoyedang's time is not long (here to explain, Lao Miao is actually not old, Xiaoye is not small, and the right is just a habitual title). Xiao Ye was arrogant at that time, and did not despise this, and transferred the position of dorm chief, even coaxing and cheating, to Lao Miao cheaply at the price of two scones.
Lao Miao is a good comrade, which is recognized by everyone in 9211, although he is the youngest, he is very reliable. The weekly breakfast order was well done (nothing else seemed to matter).
The diary that everyone peeks at is his diary. This was an accident, and at first everyone did not plan to do it. At that time, the cabinet was a concrete cabinet, divided into four layers, each layer of two compartments, each compartment was equipped with a door, which could be locked, which was considered a personal private space. The gap between the upper and lower layers and the door panel is larger, and things are easy to fall to the next floor if they are not put well.
Old Miao had a habit of keeping a diary. We often sat on the bed and remembered something, and at first we were not interested in what he wrote, thinking that it was nothing more than some childish idea of an adult. Until one day, Lao Gong mysteriously told everyone that Lao Miao's diary had fallen out of his cabinet, and he looked at it a little and was taken back by him, as if remembering that he liked a certain female classmate. This statement immediately provoked everyone's nerves, and in total, decided to steal him out to see the end.
So everyone divided their work and cooperated, and the next day at noon, they tricked Lao Miao out, immediately called the other members of the dormitory back, opened the cabinet up and down the old Miao cabinet, looked at the cabinet above, and sure enough, the diary was still there, so they got a hanger to reach in from above and slowly moved it to the edge, and then fell into a cabinet below, and it was done in a few minutes. After taking it out, everyone couldn't wait to watch it together, reading and laughing while reading, the diary had a lot of pages to remember his table with him, the bits and pieces of a female classmate in the class, the love in the text was overflowing with words, at that time we were also infected by his happiness, this is a feeling, a kind of gratitude from the bottom of the heart, it is a simple; a warmth; a romance and a yearning.
This female classmate basically belonged to the class flower and the like at that time, Sven and handsome, secretly like her male classmates more, maybe we 9211 have many people like her. Later, I learned that another classmate in the dormitory really liked her, and at that time, she also peeked at the diary together, and later often made fun of Lao Miao with us, and after we knew, we kept thinking about what he thought when he read the diary with us.
Seeing Lao Miao's diary, in fact, we all admired his courage, at that time, everyone was not good at expressing their emotions, and he could actually write it down, and it was written in great detail. Of course, later we found out that this was just his wishful thinking crush, which made us feel better. For a long time, we all had a very implicit talk about the diary before going to bed, and Lao Miao later understood it, knowing that the diary was read by everyone, facing so many people, angry and helpless, just hid the diary better, and never had the opportunity to peek at it again.
4. Evening party before bedtime
At night in the dormitory, every day is very lively, there are students learning to blow pipes, whistles, one after another; some students sit on the bed practicing Qigong, full of attitude; some students are hanging their throats, according to the good students of Ya Yi Ya; I don't know when, there are also some male students secretly learning to smoke, and the steel pipe of the bed frame is stuffed with cigarette butts.
I remember that it was a time when various pieces of music were popular. The songs of the Four Heavenly Kings, the Little Tigers, Andy Lau, Jacky Cheung and others are familiar to everyone and will be sung along with them. There was a Zhou classmate in the dormitory who sang well, and often taught us to sing on the podium, closed his eyes, and sang Cantonese, which was not inferior to the star performance on TV, or quite good! During that time, he was deeply favored by female classmates, which made us unhappy, and seized on some of his bad habits of washing his feet in the dormitory and not pouring foot washing water, and jointly condemned him.
Ye often sat on the bed at night to show off his guitar, but in the past too many years, in my impression, I only remember him playing and singing "I came in the mountains, brought shy flowers and grass..." At that time, his image was still very tall in the dormitory, he could sing, he could dance, he had long hair, he looked a bit like Aaron Kwok, and he remembered a school choir competition, placed in the old movie theater, he was a conductor, his hair was thrown one after another, passionate and dashing.
After graduation, classmates together, Ye himself often said, he is our sexual enlightenment teacher, often give us physiological health classes when going to bed at night, in fact, what he said at that time, there has been no impression, he himself is also bragging, he himself does not understand much, enlighten us, basically are ripping eggs. It's just a little older than us, I already know some things between the sexes, and then I add some of my own conjectures, and I say some of the more daring topics between the sexes before going to bed late, or because of my stupidity, or because of his improper teaching methods, anyway, I was not enlightened.
But at that time, there were already hazy emotions in the bud, and when recalling the days of Qu Shi, there was often a picture in the mind. On a drizzly day, next to the dedication pool of the fine willows, the umbrella walked through a nickname figure, the long hair behind it gently fluttered in the oblique wind and drizzle, after a glimpse, the distant back will quietly enter your heart, so that in the future drizzle days, you can remember that there is such a figure that has left a faint footprint in your heart. If you want to wipe away those footprints, you will helplessly find that the more you wipe them, the clearer they become, and from time to time they appear in your dreams. It was a period of youthful excitement, which had nothing to do with Ye's enlightenment.
After graduation, Mr. Ye walked closer to me and often played together for a few years. He recalled that I used a small piece of Jiangshan cake to tempt him and force him to dance for everyone to see before giving him food, and I didn't have a lot of impressions of what was going on. Even if there is, it is just a joke once or twice, I often take Jiangshan cake to school there is such a thing, then eat less things, Jiangshan cake is easy to store, I take it is to keep myself slowly eating, sometimes there is no money to buy scones, see they can take a few pieces out to eat when they eat scones, saving drooling on the side.
Of course, when they see me eating, they often ask me for it, and I am generally reluctant to give more, break it down and give it a piece or two. At that time, everyone's stomach was basically a bottomless pit, and no amount of food was possible to satisfy everyone. Moreover, the scones they bought would not be distributed to everyone, so I had to keep a hand so that I would not be too passive at night.
5. Finger abdomen for marriage
In June of that year, a large material exchange meeting was held in the school playground. Nearly a thousand stalls filled the entire playground and the side of the road.
In the early nineties, although people were not as rich as they are now, they were spiritually happy. At that time, prices were not high, people would not spend too much money on their children's schooling, and they did not need to consider saving money to buy a house for their children in the city, and they did not need to leave their hometowns to work outside. But life is relatively monotonous, and the exchange will carry too much joy and joy. The people at that time were simple! Eating a bowl of your favorite snack can be happy for a few days, which is unimaginable to today's children. The meeting was crowded and crowded, and people enjoyed themselves happily in their respective spaces until the evening. We also go shopping as soon as we have time, over and over again, and enjoy it. Especially on weekends, you have to visit five or six times a day.
I remember that I also bought a plaid suit at that time, as long as 19 yuan, I was still very satisfied with it, and it was estimated that it was the first time I bought bulk clothes. The little Mao classmate in the same dormitory also liked it when he saw it, and actually ran to buy a set. After seeing it, Sister Zhou, a fellow countryman in the same class, gave an evaluation in the tone of a professional, meaning that we have vision, bought it right, and she read in the magazine that this year's plaid clothing is popular. At that time, I thought to myself, we looked for a set of bargains to deal with, and also went to talk about the trend, and I was a little embarrassed.
Later, I also bought a pair of high-heeled pointed leather shoes for 14 yuan (artificial leather, it seems that it did not take long to wear, the toe was broken, so that I did not dare to walk too hard). On a weekend, I put on the whole outfit (plaid suit, pointed high-heeled leather shoes), and then borrowed a small leather suitcase from my brother Old Ginger Tou, who slept on the top bunk, and picked it up to "return home". Back to my hometown, walking on the streets of my hometown, there is a sense of superiority similar to returning from staying in the west.
The farce of finger-to-belly marriage happened during that time.
I only remember that during that time, I wore suits and shoes every day, dressed in a well-dressed manner, and my roommates laughed at me for being able to marry a wife, talking about marrying a wife and having children in the future, and then on a whim, I married a classmate on the side. If it was just a joke at the time, these things were like a small wave in the mind, drowning in the memory. The key is a moment of brain fever, at that time also wrote the note on paper, Lao Gong was a witness, the three parties signed and returned the painting, Lao Gong also took the initiative to ask for the note to be handed over to him for safekeeping. If it was just that, after a few days the matter had passed, who had thought that Lao Gong was an extremely trustworthy person, and at such a young age, he had been entrusted with such a major matter, he had kept it in mind, and the writing had been carefully preserved, even if it had been moved several times in the future, it had not been lost.
At a classmate meeting, he brought the note that he had kept for nearly thirty years, and suddenly announced it in the classmate group, which was really a stone that startled a thousand waves, and the waves hurt the heart, just the result of a man and a woman, did they really want to fulfill their original promises? Thinking that my daughter was so young that she suddenly had a fiancé she had never met, this made me how to talk to her. The students also showed great enthusiasm for this matter, and came up with ideas one after another, saying that they would arrange for the two to meet together; the parents of both sides sat down to talk; and some classmates were selected to check the gates together, etc., lest things not work out. Fortunately, the other party was not very enthusiastic about this matter, no matter how everyone played, he always kept silent, and I also took the opportunity to declare that the marriage contract was invalid in the classmate group, and the matter was only terminated.
6. Ice skating in Fushan Park
At that time, Fushan Park was very dilapidated, but there was an ice rink in it that we often played, and often went with me to my brother who was on the bunk, surnamed Jiang's own family. At that time, everyone had just started to learn to skate, and they often fell down, and their ass was numb and painful. There are many people skating, basically mainly students, health schools, vocational schools, Teachers, etc., especially on weekends, almost all of them are overcrowded.
People who can't skate hold on to the railing next to them and slowly move forward. People who can sneak chase and play in the field are very dashing. There are also some reckless novices who keep falling on their heads, but still continue to slip. At that time, the school often saw students hanging on the arms of plaster casts, which were all dropped in the ice rink of Fushan Park.
The brothers on the upper bunk had this experience. I remember playing once at that time seemed like two dollars, you can play for an afternoon, there is no coach, is to pay you a pair of skates of the right size, put on your own play. I remember that at that time I also practiced backwards, speed skating, occasionally there will be a few girls will also come to play, then there are better slipping students to take the initiative to teach them, holding their small hands, deliberately sliding very fast, a scream, we only have to look at the side of the share, one to the technology is not good, the second is not dare, of course, there is still some envy in the heart, envy their technology, but also envy their boldness, secretly also determined to practice very strongly, but also look forward to pulling a girl's small hand on the field to slip and slide, But in the end, the quality of sports can not keep up, did not get as desired.
Here's one more thing.
Once, I actually saw a few male classmates in the next bedroom, sneaking around in the hallway of the dormitory. At that time, I didn't think much about how they got the skates, and later heard that the school investigated the matter, only to learn that it was a few male classmates who had secretly stolen from the ice rink (the matter of the reader cannot be considered stealing). For the first time, someone stole a pair back, did not know how to converge, and blatantly slipped on the bedroom passage to be happy. The most feared thing about doing bad things is that there are people who follow up, at this time, some students saw it, he did not think of reporting, but also thought of making a pair, again and again, again and again less shoes, the boss is not a fool, directly to the principal.
As far as you rabbit cubs often go, check one by one. At that time, Qu Shi's discipline under the leadership of Principal Peng was still very strict (no one in the school dared to pick one of the grapefruits), and I heard that he was almost expelled, and after all, some people pleaded not to ruin an excellent talent because of a pair of skates. In fact, the school also holds an attitude of punishing the former and the latter, treating the sick and saving people, which is not a big problem, and giving serious criticism will pass.
7. Watch the video on Fangmen Street
In the early nineties, video halls were just emerging. At that time, watching videos was a major activity for boys on weekends. The one who watched the most with me was Lao Gong in the same bedroom. At that time, the video hall was mainly concentrated in the area of Fangmen Street, six cents, six films, and the loop play was not clear, so generally we went in at nine o'clock in the morning and came out at nine o'clock in the evening. Walking under the dim street lamp, there is a feeling of "one day in the middle of the film, the human world has been a thousand years" in the trance.
At that time, the most troublesome thing was that there were at least one of the six films, and I had seen it once or even several times, and when I put it in that film, it was more difficult. So when we go to see it, we often have to spend a lot of time, on the small blackboard in front of each video hall, repeatedly compare which video hall has seen the least number of films, in order to achieve the highest cost performance.
At the same time, if you go together, there will also be situations where you have seen each other and some have not seen each other. Sometimes there are different opinions, and you have to watch it in separate rooms. Sometimes after going in, I met my old classmate and found that he was alone early and watched with taste. The video halls of that era were always dark and chaotic, with smoke, dirty air, and overcrowding, and we did not dislike it, and we were the main force at that time when we were about twenty years old. As soon as I entered, I honestly held the expectation of the stories of those Hong Kong movie blockbusters, and sat on a simple bench or chair to spend a lot of time. The years in the video hall were our boring youth. I just sat on the bench and watched "The True Colors of Heroes", "Journey to the West", "Qiannu Ghost", "New Dragon Gate Inn", "God of Gamblers", "Supreme Eternal Domination of the World", etc. Zhou Runfa, Andy Lau, Zhou Xingchi, Ren Dahua, Hong Jinbao, Wang Zuxian, Liang Yongqi, Wan Ziliang, Wu Huizhong and so on were all familiar at that time. This continued until I graduated.
I remember that when I just graduated and went to Zhejiang Normal University for correspondence, there was a video hall outside the small door behind the university, and it was okay at night, and a few of us would make an appointment to go to see it together.
At that time, the students of Normal University were older, and the phenomenon of falling in love was very common, but there were also some late minds who did not fall in love and squatted in the video hall as always. Because there is a market outside the Zhejiang Normal University, there is also a video hall, once a few of our classmates who were studying together in correspondence went to see the video at night, and saw that around ten o'clock in the evening, people were not scattered, during which a few bold people shouted up, "on a good film, on a good film." We don't know what we mean and are waiting to see some good film, watching the video hall owner tacitly change the film, as soon as it is released, it is actually an A film. At that time, I was still young, who had seen this situation, several people were not knowing how to be good, suddenly appeared a bold and explosive picture, the crowd of people "fed" a sound stood up, a bald head in the video recorder beam shine under the particular eye-catching, actually is a foreign old teacher we taught together, it turned out that several of them are older, also come to watch the video together, it is estimated that it is the first time to watch such a film, a little can't help but call out. After that, we were embarrassed to recognize them, but the next day we actually heard them talking to the boss together, wanting to buy a monthly pass for half a month to see if the price could be cheaper.
8. Travel in a group
Su Zhuang's trip was in the summer vacation of the year of graduation, only me and Lao Gong, Lao Gong is from Quzhou, grandma is in Jiangshan, so I first wrote a letter to make an appointment, and on the first few days, I went to he village to meet his aunt's house. Originally, I also made an appointment with a classmate of Jiangshan, and later after the two of us met, we waited at the Jiangshan bus station for a morning without waiting for anyone, and there was no phone to contact, so the two people had to take the car by themselves to Go to Changshan first. It seems that there is no room in Changshan, and there are no particularly good classmates, so the two of them found a hostel to sleep in for one night, and the next day they took a car to Kaihua, and the target was Su Zhuang. At that time, my brother in the same bedroom as my upper bunk, Jiang's family's family,' home was in Suzhuang. The famous Gutian Mountain, right in Suzhuang, is the main purpose of our visit.
The car into Kaihua, our first stop is Chinatown, the old squad leader's home in Chinatown, at that time did not say good, know an address directly to find. I remember getting off the bus, we crossed a big river barefoot, asked a few people to find it (the facts show that when there is no mobile phone positioning, the door is basically by mouth, and now the navigation is too powerful, but let the uncles and ladies lose the opportunity to be asked for directions).
Classmates were at home and welcomed us warmly. I slept at his house for one night, and I didn't have much of an impression. I just remember that early the next morning I asked him to take me to my uncle's unit (my uncle worked in the provincial first prison, when the unit was still in Fengjia Town, Chinatown, very close to his home). The two rode and touched for more than half an hour. Early in the morning, when he found his uncle, he had not yet gotten up, and he hurriedly saw him and left.
From Chinatown to Suzhuang, you also need to transfer from Xingkou. The old class leader told us that we had a classmate Li in Xingkou, and his home was on the side of the road, so after getting off the bus, we looked for it, and it didn't take long. It's just that Li is not at home, his mother heard that it is a classmate, but he very politely left us to eat, and his memory is a very bold strong woman who can smoke.
There are not many cars to Suzhuang, and there are two shifts a day. So we ate and didn't dare to delay much, so we went to wait for the bus early. On the way to Suzhuang, we felt the winding road for the first time. On both sides of the window is a tea-brown field, which is dotted with a variety of colors in the increasingly hot sun. The car hovered between the tall masson pines in the mountains, and I saw that there were bags hanging from the pine trees, which should be the most primitive way of collecting pine resin, which I had never seen before.
Quiet mountain roads, there are few cars staggered, the car drove for nearly two hours, only to see the far side of the mountain, covered with mountains and jungles of Suzhuang boundary. After getting off the bus, we walked a long way from the town to find the classmates, the classmates were actually not at home, saying that they had not returned from playing in Changshan, his father was at home alone, an honest farmer, not much to say, which made us a little embarrassed, fortunately his grandfather heard the news and rushed to come, his grandfather was a retired teacher, very prestigious in the place, called Jiang Ziwang, almost thirty years later, I still remember his name. He took us around the village and told us that he had written the words on the bridge in the village and many other places, which was very talkative.
In the evening, we slept in the same school, after dinner, Lao Gong sat at home and chatted with the father of his classmate, and the father of the classmate opened the conversation box, and the words became more, speaking Mandarin that he did not understand very well, and talking about some trivial matters at home. I'm not a person who is used to listening, but my classmates listen very carefully, and perhaps it is this potential that has made him embark on leadership positions quickly after graduation. Watching them chatting, I walked out the door alone, stood in the night, looked up at the lonely sky, and saw the lonely figure of the bird dissipating obliquely from my eyes. His thoughts returned to the stretch of Qucheng, the sparse trees of Fushan Park, the yellowed old city wall of the water pavilion gate, the stinking water of the Doutan River, the far-reaching and melodious twilight drum and morning bell that seemed to be heard in the decaying bell tower, and the ancient bluestone slab road of Wusheng Lane... Everything is so familiar, everything is so far away.
It was late at night, listening to them still chatting intermittently, forcing themselves to sleep. Later, I was still sleepy and fell asleep in a daze. The next day, Lao Gong told me a lot of things about his family, the classmate's mother just fell ill and died a few years ago, afraid of affecting the classmate's studies, did not ask him to go home to see his mother for the last time, the classmate did not see his mother who had been sick in bed for a long time when he came home during the winter vacation, and only then did he know that his mother had been buried in the back mountain.
When I got up in the morning to wash my face, Lao Gong wanted to brush his teeth and actually wanted to use his classmate's toothbrush, and also found one, I heard that it was put into the mouth to brush twice, after taking it out, the toothbrush was only left with three handfuls of hairs, and the rest fell in the mouth, which may have been useless for many years. In my philosophy of life, toothbrushes are not shared, and he is also a very clean person, and I did not expect to be so casual at that time.
After breakfast, Grandpa Jiang took us to Gutian Mountain.
The way up the mountain is not steep, enjoying the coolness of the summer morning, the small stream on the side of the road is quiet, the mountain in front of you is really beautiful, because it is very well protected, there are many trees of a long age along the way, the bark is carved with vicissitudes, too big for a person to hold, high enough to soar into the clouds, looking up, dazzling. On both sides of the trail are some unknown trees, which smell a kind of freshness. Mr. Jiang Lao, a qualified tour guide, said that there are still many rare animals and plants in Gutian Mountain, including rare and endangered plants and national key protected animals.
"Gutian Flying Waterfall" can feel its charm even more when you look closer, it seems to have a gentle temperament unique to Jiangnan women, hanging down like silk. The stone wall, which was wet with running water, also looked like an angular and handsome face. We rested at the waterfall and didn't go up. I heard that there is also a GutianShan Temple above, and the road on the side is a primeval forest, because of the time relationship, I did not go in, and I also left regrets. Many years later, I walked the Gutian Mountain again, and only then did I get my wish.
On the morning of the third day, we were ready to go. While waiting for the bus on the side of the road, the classmate got out of the car and went home, so we went back to play for an extra day, and also attended the birthday of his relative's child next door, and also gave a small gift. Su Zhuang actually has a female classmate, the classmate came back and wanted to ask him to take us to her house to play, I heard that there are still twenty or thirty miles away from his home, the traffic is not very convenient, had to give up.
After returning from Suzhuang, we went to the home of Longyou Lao Miao, which was not agreed upon in advance, and only the address was available. We looked all the way over, in Long Youluo's hometown Miaojia Village, we saw at a glance that the classmates' clothes were dry outside, and we walked in without greeting, and in the confused expression of the classmates, we smiled.
When Long You returned, I went with my classmates to his house, in a small mountain village in Jiuhua Township. His parents are not at home, only a beautiful sister is at home, and he has just returned from school to cook for us and wash our clothes.
I remember that the river in front of his house was very clear, the mountain behind the house was very high, there were no cars in the village, and it was a long way to walk from the town to his house. The small mountain village scattered on the verdant hillside is fascinating. His old, secluded house, built by the stream, was quiet and low-key.
The simple elegance and leisure mood of the mountain village in the memory are so beautiful that people are touched, and I don't know if his beautiful sister has played a role in deepening his impression at home. I heard that a few years ago, he built a new house in the location of the old house, and the road was also built in front of his home, perhaps the conditions have improved and it is more suitable for living, but can you really find the feeling of childhood? Only they know.
Although Liang Garden is good, it is not a place to stay for a long time.
By the time I got back to my home, it was the end of July. Seeing that the four or five letters from classmates he received when he was not at home, he let his brother and sister unseal them privately, and he felt some indignation in his heart, but he was helpless. The days waiting for the assignment at home are monotonous and hot, and occasionally I hear the shouting of "selling popsicles" in the village, and I have a sense of peace and ease in my heart. The fiery August has passed, and I am about to go to work, and I am a little dazed in anticipation.
9211 has eight roommates who slept together for three years, and there are too many stories, but I only write eight, and one in each story is the protagonist, but there are also shadows of other roommates.
In the last days, students took photos, signed autographs, left messages... The short and long three-year life of the Division ended.
I remember one evening before leaving, I walked alone by the Qu River, watching the light emitted by the sunset set a circle of gold edges on the clouds around me, and the sunset was even more beautiful. Although there is no magnificence of "the sunset and the lone bird fly together, and the autumn water is long and the sky is the same", the twilight is dim, the sun is like blood, and the sunset on the qu river is like a gold-rimmed sunset, which is round at this time, radiant, and dazzling eye masks like a dream, so unreal. The last trace of the remnant of the sun hit the ground, the golden light shone brightly, swallowing the heavens and the fertile day, it was over.
Back in my hometown, I was assigned to teach Chinese at the primary school in my hometown, and then transferred to the junior high school to teach mathematics, and later to the urban area as an art teacher. The three years of the middle school have given me a platform to understand the outside world, and given me the skills to settle down, not to say that I am proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, at least in various disciplines.
Yi Huang is an old teacher with nearly thirty years of teaching experience, a scholar, three feet of micro life, when he was a teenager, he dreamed of fighting the sword in the end of the world, listening to the blue sea tide, watching the rivers and lakes and the moon, and drinking with the heroes of the world. When I grow up, I also want to have the opportunity to stain the sand and sacrifice my body for the country, but everything can only be thought of in the end.
Looking back, some have forgotten, some are still clear. The love of the same room was not blown away by the wind of the years, but it became deeper and deeper. Even if there have been some misunderstandings and contradictions, it is also "crossing the waves of brothers, meeting a smile and a vendetta".
Majestic Keshan Mountain, gushing Qu River. Three years of middle school, there are joys and sorrows, there are pains and pleasures, if it is made into a movie, named "The Youth We Will Eventually Pass Away", it is also the memory of a generation of Qushi people.
In recent years, Ye, who has a lot of feelings, has always wanted to organize 8 roommates to get together, and contacted several times without success.
Words are exhaustive and inexhaustible, I would like to recall my mental journey with a little text, record the three years of passionate burning years spent by our 8 brothers in the room of 9211, and feel the days we have walked together.
I wish you all the best, dear students!
Pastor wrote on April 5, 2021
About author:Jiang Mu, Quzhou Normal School Class 933