Text/Cheng Jianguo
In the spring of 1977, I was recruited to work as a worker at the phosphate mine in Xiaogan, Hubei Province, ending more than two years of life as a young intellectual under the Dawu Mountains. On the first day of the public recruitment information, I was also confirmed to return to Han to be a petrochemical worker, and as a result, I was temporarily changed that night, and the people who knew the green dots were uneven for me, and my parents entrusted people to bring letters to me to go, and I also took a public position: There is no burial of people in the loess soil, go!
I really didn't expect the situation of phosphate rock to be so bad. To work on the mountain, work 8 hours a day, the sweat on the body has not dried, a more than 20 pounds of iron brazing does not leave the hand, from the ground down to the hole, hit a few meters, put a cannon, hit about 8 meters, bury the explosives and put a cannon, peel off the mountain stone, and then mine phosphate ore. The whole work surface is dusty, the sponge masks worn every day are ash, and the water in the bath pool is mixed. Start washing your hair, and the basin surface is covered with a layer of hair. The monthly salary is 24 yuan, 32 yuan is issued, it is said that it is added to the nutrition fee of 8 yuan, and everyone says that it is the cost of eating dust. A mine literary and artistic show, the brigade asked me to create a program, I wrote a counterpart allegro, when the people on the team performed, there were bursts of laughter below, of which there were four sentences, which were popular in the mine at that time: the ideal became a bubble, and I didn't want to be high in my life, I just wanted to borrow a gong to knock and go to find the mother-in-law. After two months, my father came to see me, I told him not to go up the mountain, he went anyway, and at night, I heard crying, it was my father crying in bed, the only time in my life that I heard my father cry.
Two months before the college entrance examination that year, when the news came that the college entrance examination had been resumed, saying that the liberal arts were going to test language, mathematics, politics, and history, my heart was cold again, because my mathematics was only at the primary school level. That year into the fourth middle school to study, the school said that from each class to draw a good study to the nearby Xinhe Village street to assist people to work, just half a year, called me to go, I really honestly stayed for half a year, after returning, the math, physics and chemistry can not keep up. In high school, it took a few more months to participate in the crossing of the Yangtze River, and it was completely finished. At this time, the family sent review materials, and Fu Shengqing, a high school classmate who was sent to Zhongxiang, sent me a set of materials compiled by The Chinese Teacher who was given to him. The first time I signed up, I filled out a marine school catering major. A father named Xiao Jun's co-worker, who graduated from Lao Yan University, after talking with me once, he strongly advised me to join his son in changing the secondary school into a university, and we changed it on the last afternoon of registration, because at that time there were only three universities in Wuhan that studied Chinese, and I applied for Wuhan Normal College (now Hubei University).
I found a few boards, nailed a table, and got a kerosene lamp. Every morning when I wake up, my nostrils are black; after each firing, there will be a gap of about ten minutes, and I will feel a note to read; when it rains, I will lie on the table for a day. One day after the rain, I should light the cannon, the hole more than six meters deep, after lighting, I quickly climbed up, several times have slipped down, the blue smoke of the fuse has choked the throat, someone outside shouted my name in bursts, someone at the mouth of the cave stretched out an arm, it was the black leather voice of the squad leader: "Mo panic, on!" "With the strength of my suckling, I grabbed the wall of the cave, up, up, and when I desperately held the hand of the squad leader, the squad leader did not know the strength that came, and pulled me to the ground at once, and before I could run two steps, I heard the deafening sound of gunfire.
A week before the college entrance examination, I saw the math mock test paper passed outside, held it in my hand, thought about it for half a night, and decided not to take the math test. The college entrance examination was in a primary school in Dawu Chengguan, and before I went in, I heard songs of nostalgia for my hometown coming from the loudspeaker, smelled the breath of the classroom, touched the desk, and felt numb in my heart. Examination language, the pen fell to the paper began to shake a little, slowly into the state, especially to write the story of Lei Feng, the outline listed three small stories, the main text wrote two, are all mine things, one is in the bathhouse to pick up a block table, one is the head of the class on the weekend to mend clothes, narration, description, lyricism in one go. It's okay to test politics. I didn't enter the examination room for mathematics, and I went to the Daigo Cement Bridge and looked at the river in a daze. At noon, I was very happy, and a beautiful girl exchanged the situation of the college entrance examination by the river, but I did not expect to talk about forgetting the shape, and I was more than ten minutes late when I arrived at the examination room. At my table was a famous talent in the mine, writing poetry, composing music, conducting an orchestra, and being a gentleman and admirable. At this time, I looked down at the fact that he had already completed the first page of the historical land filling question, although it was only two seconds, but I clearly saw that the slogan of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang's uprising was: "Curse Qin, cut down no way." The first line I wrote was this slogan; the set of materials compiled by Hua Shi was very useful, and there was a comprehensive geographical question, which came out as soon as I thought about it.
Back in the mine, when I saw people, I bowed my head, asked if I was in a hurry, and said that I had not taken a course. Look at the talented man who had been at the same table as me, his head shaved, his beard shaved, his clothes new, walking and whistling, and when they met, I was eager to drill into the cracks in the ground.
Because I didn't count on it, and because I was tired, I quickly forgot about the college entrance examination. One night, the team held a meeting, I just entered the team headquarters, I saw a group of people around, saw me enter the door, everyone turned to look at me, sitting Secretary Yang held something in his hand and said to me: "Xiaocheng, you have been admitted, this is the notice." "I couldn't believe the ears at this time, and after fixing my eyes on the words Wuhan Normal College and Cheng Jianguo, my heart was going to jump out, it was true, I was admitted to the university." There is also a Xiao Jun in the team who was also admitted to Tongji Medical University. I have always wondered if there is a course that has not been tested, and I have actually been admitted. After entering the martial arts division, I also specifically asked the leader of the Chinese department, and the leader really went to check it out and told me: "Yes, you only took three exams, but your total score exceeded 210 points, and the language test was good." I heard that the talented person at the same table was not nameless, so I went to see him in his bedroom and said, "Is it a mistake, it should be you who is admitted." He stared at me and said, "How could it be?" ”
Although only two people in the brigade were admitted, more than 20 people from other departments in the mine were admitted, and we took a car together to the Fangfa Commune Hospital where I had delegated for a physical examination, and confessed that if there was a problem with the physical examination, we still could not go. After checking in turn, we all got into the car, and then a doctor ran out and said, "Which one is called Cheng Jianguo, please come here." I felt a tightness in my heart, this call indicates that there is a problem, I was hesitating, I saw a thin girl running down, and after a while I ran out and said: "It's not me Chen, it's a man named Cheng Jianguo." "I hurried down, it turned out that I forgot to sign the medical examination form, a false alarm." Later, the girl named Chen Jianguo also went to the Department of Martial Arts Politics.
When they returned, the family was overjoyed, and the grandmother, who was sick in bed, got up and rushed over from the Liudu Bridge; classmates, relatives, neighbors, and colleagues of parents all came to congratulate. Only then did I realize that I was the only liberal arts student in the entire grade of our high school, the only college student admitted to the commune and brigade that I had delegated, the only child of my parents' factory who went to college, and the first person in our old family to enter the university door. I think that in our country, it is also possible that it is the only person who has not taken a course and entered the university, which I estimated not to have before and have never heard of since.
Subsequently, the school department conducted the first thorough composition, and I put in my feelings and perceptions of the college entrance examination. During the commentary, the teacher called me up, and the first time I faced more than 130 classmates, I was still wearing mine overalls and flip-up shoes, and I read on the stage for several minutes, and the audience was silent. After finishing, a long round of applause was heard.