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Original title: Seventeen years of luanzhou dream
Author: Zhang Danping Source: "Old Dan Says" self-media (authorized forwarding)
Seventeen years of luanzhou dreams.
On April 30, 2016, the hottest day of early summer, the first meeting of the same window fanatics in the past year.
This is the era when the post-80s generation is increasingly grabbing the right to speak. Nostalgia, become fashionable. As if non-rummage boxes and cabinets to find some "old objects" out, there is little talk about their sense of age. Just like talking to friends on the way back about the "three farms spicy hot" that became popular overnight, it is almost to the point where it is difficult to find a bowl without booking.
Is it really spicy and hot for people to eat? Eat fear of feelings. In the same way, what we gather is also feelings.
Today is May 2, 2016. Someone in the circle of friends was schadenfreude: "This time I can't stop it!" There was rain cooling for three consecutive days. I take you, you take the money, go on a spring outing, go to the barbecue, go see the flowers. Honest this time, right? The wind carries the rain, the rain carries the mud, and I don't have a cotton jacket! ”
There seems to be rain outside the window, and the black and white keyboard is cold. The afterglow of the previous day's reunion was so hot in the "Hebei Luanshi 96-5" WeChat group.
At this time in the living room, Liang Liang and his partners are indulging in the game we do not understand - "Minecraft", which is the real "their world", the "old object" of their generation's future, and the talking point for their future nostalgia.
Every generation has its own social currency. The generation gap makes it difficult to circulate between various currencies. A bunch of men and women in their thirties went to the three farms in droves to "eat feelings", talking about the spicy hot and spicy that tasted like this when they were young, uh..., it should be called spicy skewers. It is hard to imagine how the bright generation of zero zeros and zeros can face it, in the face of the small stalls that are full of seductive aroma but cannot be looked at directly, the rusty tricycle is covered with greasy and dusty gas cans, gas stoves and broken aluminum pots that are blackened by flames, and the bamboo skewers in the broken pot are a lot of bamboo skewers that countless people have picked up and the bamboo skewers are strung with potatoes, bean slices, cabbage, pig blood... We know the legend as a child: in the pot where spicy skewers are boiled, in the soup that is boiled every day, there are addictive large smoke shells.
In the living room, "Minecraft" is still wonderful, and I can't understand how the game evolved to virtual reality today, with rough picture quality and exaggerated color blocks, how to build a "world" for them to teach teenagers to indulge in.
In a book recommended by Luo Zhenyu, he believes that the reason why the game is fun is to build a predictable target feedback system, and the clear causal relationship gives people the pleasure of touching it at the moment. Luo Fat's arguments are mostly based on the video games of our generation's childhood, Tetris, Super Mary, Contra, Circus, etc., all of which are the same. This type of game allows the player to be inside a closed system to complete the expected target task. Such as Tetris, the beginning of the game is to know the end of the defeat, how many layers to cut, how many points to accumulate, the logic is clear, there is a beginning and an end, there are causes and effects. The era of red and white machines is also the era when color TV is all over ordinary people's homes, and children are easy to satisfy and very confused. Boxes of "four-in-one", "eight-in-one", exaggerated such as "one hundred and eight-in-one" "cards" make our childhood full of joy. The secret book of "up and down left and right and left and right ABAB" makes the Contra pass like a palm, and my fifth-grade summer vacation stayed up until ten o'clock in the evening to play the circus clearance has become an achievement that can be shown off so far.
Luo Fat and our childhood logic seem unable to explain and apply to "their world". In my simple observation and understanding, it is a completely completely open system relative to tetris and the like, with no beginning and no end, no progress, aimless destruction and creation, and the children's imagination impulses to face the future based on the sense of unknown, that is, the projection of the virtual world created by their boundless thinking in reality, the independent individuals living in accordance with their own free will and the cooperative relationship between each other.
When it comes to destruction and creation, in the real world, it happens all the time, even more than "their world." This time, Luan Shi's party, since the completion of the "Wind and Rain When the Road Comes", has been like another reincarnation, in fact, it is comparable to three years, and I do not want to change in three years, but even like this.
Twenty years ago, when we entered the school, we will not catch up with the new teaching building that makes the "first water", and it is the only "old building" that can be retained on the campus today. According to the class teacher, the art building and the small auditorium will no longer exist this summer, and the old office building of the same age as us will be next year at most.
Surrounded by poplars, the windy and dusty playground is gone. Every year, when the school starts, the playground where the weeds are pulled out of the knees is called a playground. In the corner of the playground, the original hut that collapsed after a few kicks was rumored to have a coffin, which is the "standard" of any school in China. The other corner is the toilet, during the morning exercise, each shift queues up, running around the field three times, and many lazy people hide in it after half a circle and smoke. In the fog, under the big poplar trees by the toilet, groups of students who rested their feet were in groups of three or five, and the teachers in the distance could not see them anyway.
In addition to the coffin, there is something even more evil. The appearance of the art building, the small auditorium, and the teaching building resembles an "incense burner", "coffin" and "urn" respectively, and around a "evil" word, various versions of horror rumors are deduced.
There is no toilet in the two boys' and girls' dormitory buildings that lack heart, and the nearest toilet is between the "incense burner" and the "coffin", but it is necessary to catch up with the stomach in the middle of the night, and the boy is good to say that the girl really has a headache. If you go to the trumpet, you can't go to the toilet, in the dormitory, a urine bucket in a room, of course, smell is also drunk, this is better than the summer toilet hot eyes.
I experienced horror firsthand in the laboratory building. On a dark and windy night in a certain month, he went alone to the building to get things, opened the classroom where the skeleton stood in the corner in the dark, touched the wall for half a day and could not touch the lamp rope, and his heart lifted the whole person up, floating away from the "danger".
The most reluctant canteen was demolished. Standing around a dining table stained with black mud and eating steamed buns with tofu, brushing the rice bowl in a pool full of swill water with the sour taste of the stuffed brain, is the style of eating the canteen.
The library was torn down to a shelf, and although the grades were not good at that time, I still did not go to the library, although I did not go less, but I only remembered a sentence in a magazine: In the moonlight, the pig ran.
The piano room, yes, and the piano room, the place to spread the love story has also been demolished, show love, have to change the land.
The above expression is all feelings, and it is really difficult to get rid of the cliché.
Wandering in the old place, only the feelings can not be shaken off, can not be changed.
The "Ninety-Six (Five) Civilization Road" was missing, the ping-pong table lined up on the side of the wall was missing, the boys and girls were missing, they were missing, they hit the wall like a prank, and then they climbed over the wall to pick it up.
In the old days, the courtyard wall was strange, so people told naughty stories one after another.
The northwest corner of the teaching building is our first-grade classroom, and after class, we can grab the window and go to the canteen to fight for a good position in the front. Opposite the classroom on the first floor is the deep lock of the fourth floor radio station. At that time, the party bucket room, leaning over the small blue window, could look at the Moon Gate in the dormitory area opposite the square, and the Yi people who were laughing fast and went back. It is expected that the footing three years ago will become the end of looking back. Before the hesitation, the hut was still there, and I was shocked to find that it was no longer used for broadcasting. I shook my arms and laughed wildly, "Who did it!" "The radio station was empty, the small blue window was closed, the Yi people downstairs were far away, and the moon door opening of the Yi people was not there, that is, even the dormitory building was demolished. It's a pity that the two buildings without toilets lack of hearts and eyes, but it's a pity that the climbing tiger with green walls is full of trees.
Re-entering the office building, the pattern of several "key" departments such as the Academic Affairs Office, the Student Office, and the School Medical Office is still there, and the impulse to smash in the face of the glass of the Student Office is still there.
Three years of luan master, I am too out of tune.
I told the class teacher how to correctly understand myself and know how many bowls of dry rice I ate in those three years.
The class teacher said that when I went to school, I had a lot of opportunities but did not grasp it, maybe I would start over and be a good student.
I smiled evilly and covered my face and said, "Do it all over again, maybe it's more fucked up." ”
At this point, I suddenly seemed to have a vague understanding of Liang Liang, the pleasure of destruction and creation in "their world".
In reality, what has collapsed and risen is both a tall building and a memory.
But is the world we perceive virtual or real?
At the coordinate points of the timeline, where is the starting point of destruction and where is the frontier of creation?
Feelings of this thing, whether it is a sense of truth, or a tool for forcing, can not be said.
All I know is that there is a place we can dream of. (2 May 2016)
Give me a luan river
In the summer of 1996, my grandmother sent me to school. In the summer of 2013, I said, "Grandma, you still took me to school." ”
Really, if it wasn't for my grandparents who wanted to travel this time, I might not have been able to make the trip. Because there is a travel agency to organize the elderly to go to the ancient city of Luanzhou, forty-five yuan per person, go early and return late, regardless of the meal, Grandma is very heartbroken, so she consulted with me. I said, "Let's drive!" "Therefore, under the leadership of my grandparents, I took my beloved wife and young son to Luanzhou with me.
June 29, 2013, overcast, looks like there is going to be rain.
Let's go.
My daughter-in-law asked me, "You... Do you know how to go to Luan County? ”
Me: "I don't know. ”
Daughter-in-law: "..."
Me: "Son! Take your shoes off, let's throw them away... Drive over there! (This dictionary is from Guo Degang's "Dream of the Western Expedition")
Although there was wind and rain along the way, fortunately, there were fewer cars and more road signs, and it took an hour and a half to arrive.
On the bank of the Luan River, I meditated in my heart:
Give me a luan river water, luan water,
Give me a white sand beach, white sand beach,
Give me a line of big poplar trees, big poplar trees,
Give me a wheat seedling green ah wheat seedling green,
Give me a pair of objects ah engage objects... belch......
The Luan River water that has always been concerned is still the Luan River water, but the white sand beach of that year is missing. The soft and warm white sand that does not stick to the body has achieved how many teenagers have been ignorant and witnessed the mutual observance and separation of many people who are in love. Young, you have to go crazy, to love, luan riverside, is a good place of love between heaven and earth. We have shouted loudly in the face of the river, we have peeked at the qingqing of a couple on the beach, we have looked up at the sun sprinkled between the leaves, we have sat by the river reading, in a daze, playing water... The four big characters of "Autumn Water Long Day", which I once waved with my bare hands on the beach, have long been washed away by the water and drifted away with the wind.
Climbing the dam on the west bank of the Luan River is already an avenue. Looking north to Hengshan Mountain, south to Yanshan Mountain, cross the Luan River Bridge to the east of the river, and also reach Jieshi Mountain in Changli County.
These three mountains are the ones we climbed when we were in school. Or the whole class goes out, or three or five into the line, or walks on the dam, or chases on the beach, walking through the rows of large poplar trees, sometimes seeing a green wheat seedling, playing, making noise, laughing, singing, walking, running, climbing up the mountain, jumping down the mountain, most of the day will be consumed. Hengshan has many air raid shelters and bunkers, and he once held hands with friends in the winter in the wind and snow; the Wenfeng Pagoda on Yanshan Mountain, which was originally only a tattered base, is now the original site of the original site is back to be majestic, and the boulders on which we once sat and photographed are still standing; as for Jieshi Mountain, Grandpa said that he often climbed when he was young, and the description was more dangerous than I had seen, and there are doubts to this day, waiting for verification later.
Under the Luan River Dam, there was originally Qingchun Lou, where the buns were three dollars a drawer, and bowls of shrimp skin seaweed clear soup were also sent. The whole class climbed the mountain, lined up in a large team to send buns, the scene was very spectacular, and the boss was even happier. I once had the feat of eating buns and drinking soup, and doing seventy push-ups under the table in a row, and it was really "full of food". All that remains is the grass, the slopes and abandoned roads under the dam. Ask a passerby pushing a bicycle and tell him that the Qingchun Building has been moved to the new city.
Driving between Luanshi and Kenshan, I realized that my physical strength as a teenager was really good, and now let me climb again when I was studying, as if I had killed me at the school gate.
On the top of Yanshan Mountain, under the Wenfeng Pagoda, drizzle and mist cover the surroundings, and you can faintly see the Luan River flowing quietly under your feet, just like the time when we were already confused.
The old city is very young, the old city is really old
By the Luan River, the ancient city of Luanzhou is young.
The city towers and streets and alleys here are all new antique buildings rising from the ground.
Enter the East Gate, along the Patrol Luan Avenue all the way, antique jade, Korean department stores, ceremonial weddings, handicrafts, but also about the Imperial Temple, Wenji Building, Qinglong River, Xiaoshi Bridge... The vast majority of small shops, red, green and green, are shuttled between young men and women, eating, drinking, strolling, and shopping without distraction, as if the troubles have nothing to do with them, and time has nothing to do with them. Fast and slow, quiet and noisy, elegant and vulgar, ancient and modern, meet here, outlining a youthful Luanzhou version of the "Qingming River Map".
Each person spends twenty yuan, takes a small boat around the ancient city water system, puts in the picture, looks around the scenery, grandparents agree that "value"!
The master of the ship chatted with us: "Where are you?" ”
My grandfather: "Cao Fei Dian! ”
"Cao FeiDian is better than us here!" The master said, "Do you still need to come here?" ”
I duly threw out my theory: "Tourism, that is, I go from the place where I am tired to the place where you are tired, and you come from the place where you are tired to the place where I am tired!" ”
Master: "..."
Along the way, Grandma took an advertisement issued by a travel agency, which had detailed attractions for them to organize tourism in Luan County, walked, watched, and remembered, and whenever she went to a place, she said: "There is a list of this place, we have arrived"; or to another place, saying: "There is no list in this place, we have also arrived." This time, the grandparents not only had fun, but also saved enough capital to show off to their partners when they returned home.
I heard a foodie friend say that Luanzhou Ancient City is worth visiting, because it is a great place to drink beer and eat barbecue. A river, barbecue on both sides, on the side of the small bridge like the water town of Jiangnan, next to the flowing water, under the liquor flag, a table of noisy bare-chested, drinking beer, eating skewers of men shouting, cheering.
The food in the ancient city is very cheap, the roasted corn of the Dong family under the Zijin Pagoda is very good, ten yuan to the servant, the grandfather has a bad tooth and prefers to eat the old. For lunch, I chose a restaurant called "Second Sister Barbecue", and the diners were full. Open the recipe actually has eight dollars of stir-fry and the amount of dishes is sufficient, so the stir-fry, barbecue all the way to the point, five people eat happily, checkout is only a hundred dollars.
The ancient city is so close to Luanshi.
It is still the old road that spent fifty cents from the bus station to the school for fifty cents when I was studying, and I looked up to see the famous Yanshan Commercial City. Our favorite thing to patronize was to turn right into the door and turn to the first audio-visual booth, where we could only buy a genuine tape of ten yuan a plate.
Walking in the muddy streets of the old city after the rain, I found that the old city was really old.
What about cinemas? The cinema where we risked our lives to sneak out of the campus to see the loop and the school charter to see titanic was gone.
What about small fires? The kind of small fire that was common on the street at the beginning, a dime a dozen, the size of a chess piece, a hollow child, and a small fire the size of a small fingernail cover, was gone.
What about small markets? When buying squeezed vegetables, people ask for three cents a bag, and I also pay the price: "One dollar and three bags!" ”
People: "..."
When I came back to buy a bag of squeezed vegetables for three cents to "avenge", the small market was gone.
The broken iron shed where the pen was repaired was still there. We like to spend three dollars on a pen at the stall next to us, turn around and spend two dollars for a better nib. I have to mention the pen water at that time, in addition to the genuine "ostrich", there are more copycat "snake island" and "pack horse", and they smirk happily after discovering each other.
The little restaurant we used to relieve our hunger is still there. When my friends and I were hungry, we cut a pound of meat in the wet market, got it to a small black restaurant and let the master chef stir-fry the meat with green onions, and then asked for a pound of dumplings.
The most amazing thing is that the garment factory where we received the uniform when we entered school was still there.
Of course, the old yamen of Luanzhou is still there. Yang San'e complained to the yamen that he had complained, and there were really two door pestles left there, and the couplet on the side of the gate that "autonomous and thrifty treatment does not hurt the wealth and does not harm the people" can also make the people blush. The son asked the plaque what the explanation of the "teaching and leading the four people" was, and I said simply: "Comrades, rush with me!" ”
Most importantly, the Luan Master is still there.
Back to the Luan Division
Song: The joys and sorrows of the world are as easy as palms, and it is safe to see that the green mountains and green waters are not harmed...
Timidly approaching homesickness and stepping on heavy steps, I finally came to the front of the Luanshi Gate, and at this moment, the rain started again.
Okay well, I don't really understand sensationalism. Because among the teachers sitting at the school gate, the passerby pushing the bicycle that I met when I was looking for the Qingchun Building was impressively listed. Fortunately, I didn't say anything bad about the school, otherwise I was afraid I wouldn't be able to enter the door. We looked at each other and laughed, he knew what I meant, and allowed us to walk around the campus at will.
Over the years, I am proud whenever people mention that I graduated from secondary school; I am even more proud when I talk about the history of that school for more than a hundred years.
Tangshan Normal University Luanzhou Branch, founded in October 1910, was originally called the Third Junior Normal School, renamed Hebei Luanxian Normal School in 1959, and began to use its current name in January 2001, more than a year after I graduated.
I've always used to calling myself a "Luanshi" graduate. Here there was the legendary "small four doors" of sound, body, beauty and labor, and the door was excellent; here was the "Lao Luan Brand" that was famous in Jidong and famous in Hebei; here insisted on training primary school teachers for the vast rural areas; here let me remember what is "learning to be a teacher, and being a model".
In front of the stone tablet of the "Third Junior Normal School", I took a picture of my son and told him: "In the future, try to enter the university well, don't come to Dad's school." ”
Son: "..."
At school, we were a bunch of "out of tune" kids.
Centered on the sculpture of a young girl in front of the office building, we walked in front of her again and again carrying a luggage roll, broke our wrists on the west side of the weather station that had been demolished, squatted under the begonia tree on the east side to eat peaches, stole walnuts next to the toilet in the southeast corner, and was invited to the students in the office building on the north side because of "committing crimes". It turned out that the school was a home photo studio opposite the door, and you could ask the photographer to take pictures on the campus, so a dozen of us climbed the rockery for a group photo, rode a stone sheep to be funny, and climbed a begonia tree to take a souvenir...
When I came to the classroom where I had studied, I knocked on the door and startled a little girl who was watching TV with her back to me. I said, "It's not a big deal to watch TV, I used to be in this classroom, in the '98 World Cup, a bunch of people came in in the middle of the night to sneak in and watch the ball." ”
My major is "general teacher", except for the beauty of sound and body, I have to be able to teach everything. Catching up with the school of the missing physical beauty teacher, it must also be able to top it. The general class and the music and sports beauty specialty class of the secondary school have now been cancelled, focusing on the five-year kindergarten teacher major and the college class at the beginning of the high school, and the results of the college entrance examination have been very good. There were fewer students in the class, about thirty people, and we had more than fifty student numbers in each class at that time.
Talking to a teacher about the basics we practiced hard when we went to school, we practiced like coaxing. Pen, brush, chalk three words must be able to get their hands on, otherwise people laugh. Reading, speaking, storytelling, stick figures, and organ playing must also be proficient in several. Every year, the whole school basic skills competition is as grand as the Olympic Games.
I once said, "I want to spend a day alone in the hut of the Luanshi Radio Station, and leave no one alone." ”
When she was gone, she was in a dream; when she saw it, she was immediately relieved; more importantly, no one waited for me to stay like a nervous person for a day.
In fact, I was able to go into the radio station and ask a friend to help contact a student to open the door.
After entering the house, I quickly scanned it with my eyes, the infrastructure such as broken tables and benches had not changed, the wooden boards on the walls full of electric gates and light bulbs had not changed, and then the first reaction was to rush over to see the treasured Sanyo Dual Card Recorder.
The student said: "That tattered machine has been stuffed under the table, and it was just taken away yesterday." ”
Me: "..."
The radio station is located on the top floor and has a small window overlooking the children running in the rain between the dormitory building and the teaching building. Ask my daughter-in-law to take a picture of my back standing in front of the window, but it was hot and sweaty, and the back of the blouse was already wet, leaving a damp back.
Other times, the rain did not stop, just in response to the sentence "the sky is full of wind and rain down the West Building."
When the wind and rain come, the road is helpless to turn around and can't stop... I am glad that there is a luan master, and there is a radio station and a fighting room, which can make my heart stay freely. (Summer 2013)