Always on the Road – I would like to commemorate my mentor Mr. Shanman with this article

Shan Man (second from left) and Mou Guoqing (third from right, the author of this article) interviewed in Xiaoling Mountain Village, the source of the Baiyang River

Love or not love a person, want to think of a person, in my experience, not lip service, the key is to see if you can dream of him, and this dream should be done often, and the plot must have a continuous interpretation.

For most of my life, there are two people I have often dreamed of. One is my grandfather, who has been dead for more than thirty years, and the other is my teacher, Mr. Shanman, who has been dead for fifteen years.

I am the eldest grandson of my family, and I grew up with my grandfather, who was a disabled soldier who worked as an eight-way soldier. When I was a child, there was a big picture in the house, and my grandfather took a picture with another soldier carrying a box gun, handsome and brave, which made me admire very much. Everyone in the village can tell a few legends of grandpa, and I hope that I can become a hero like grandpa. Grandpa kissed me from a young age, bought me toys, told me stories of the War of Resistance, and my mother told me to be filial to Grandpa when I grew up. Around the 1970s, when my grandfather, who had been hit by the Cultural Revolution, was locked up in a small black room, I went up a hill under the strange eyes of my classmates and villagers, crossed the side of the school, and then went down the next hill to deliver food to my imprisoned grandfather. At the end of the 1980s, shortly after I graduated from college, my 73-year-old grandfather died of illness, and I felt that I had not fulfilled my responsibility to filial piety to my grandfather. As a result, there are several times a year when I dream of my grandfather, sometimes my grandfather is playing chess with others, and sometimes my grandfather is eating with my family. When dreaming, I was also very confused in my dreams, just like Zhuang Zhou Mengdi, didn't Grandpa die? How can it still be so real? Oh, Grandpa didn't go, Grandpa was with us! As a result, the whole night of dreams is pleasant. Sometimes I woke up in doubt and doubt, realizing that my dear grandfather was really gone, and I could only meet him in my dreams, sigh, wipe a handful of tears, and the long night could no longer be safe. The strange thing is that such a dream is like a serial drama, and doing one again every once in a while can be connected with the previous dream.

Mr. Yaman and I met in 1984 when we were in college, and by the time he died in 2007, we had known each other for more than two decades, about the same amount of time I spent with my grandfather after I remembered. Mr. Yaman is both my teacher and friend. He was in good health, and at the end of the last century when we were hiking the Baiyang River, when I was only thirty years old, Mr. Shanman was already almost sixty, but when he was hiking, he walked steadily and had far better endurance than me. And Mr. Open-minded, we all think he will live a hundred years. Unexpectedly, after more than a decade, his health deteriorated, and in March 2007, when he was 73 years old, he died, which made it difficult for me to accept for a while. Thus, there is a scene of dreaming of Mr. N times a year. The entanglement of life or death in the dream is similar to the dream of the grandfather. And I, too, am always happily or sadly entangled in my dreams.

The news of Mr. Shanman's death was told to me by Director Sun Weigang, a colleague of Yantai Daily, and after attending Mr. Shanman's funeral, when I was still immersed in the ocean of grief, Mr. Sun Weigang and Ms. Xu Shaolei, who were Shanman's literary friends, published articles commemorating Mr. Shanman in Yantai Daily and Yantai Evening News respectively. I didn't have the opportunity to publish an article in honor of Mr. Shanman on the "Shengshi Collection Network" of which I was the moderator. Not speaking out in the traditional media is my regret for many years.

It's the Qingming Festival of the year again, it's time to commemorate relatives, and it's really appropriate to write something to commemorate Mr. Shanman at this time.

First acquaintance with Shanman

The 1980s were the most vigorous era since China's reform and opening up, and also the era when college students had the most dreams and pursuits. Many college students dreamed of being a writer, and I, who was studying at Yantai Normal University at that time, also had the same dream. Because the dream of literature was the most fierce, the cadres of the student union came to me and asked me to take the lead in setting up a literary club, and I consulted with my colleagues, and in the summer of 1985, even if the "Shanxi" Literary Club was formally established, Mr. Shan man, who was then the deputy director of the Department of Chinese, was invited to serve as the consultant of our literary club, and Mr. Shan Man gladly agreed. Since then, the connection with Mr. Shanman has never been separated.

Of course, I knew Mr. Shanman earlier, and the vague memory is that Mr. Qu Bo, the lyricist, came from the Dongying Municipal Bureau of Culture to Yantai Normal University in the summer of 1984 for further study Chinese, and I don't know how we became friends, because Qu Bo had already published many lyrics at this time, which was the object of my admiration. We often wandered on the campus road, on the playground or around the school, often in the middle of the night, and together with Mr. Shanman, he became an advisor to our literary club.

Once, when qu bo went to his dormitory, he met an elder who was slightly taller and had slightly bald hair in the dormitory, and Qu Bo came forward to greet him and introduced: "This is Teacher Shanman, deputy editor of Jiaodong Literature, and now we are the deputy director of the department of Chinese." "At that time, I was very excited to meet such a literary master, but at that time, there did not seem to be much to say, and Mr. Shanman seemed to look at me with a wary look, like an old deer looking at an unknown animal.

Since then, I have often gone to the Chinese Department to listen to Mr. Lu Xun's modern literature classes, Lu Xun, Shen Congwen, Lao She, Xiao Hong, Xiao Jun, etc., he has spoken vividly and interestingly.

The "Mountain Creek Literary Society" was established to take a photo, and mr. Shan Man was in the middle of the front row

Of course, what really brought us together was after the establishment of the "Mountain Creek" Literary Society, as the president and Wang Zixin as the secretary-general, we both went to knock on the door of Mr. Shanman's house and invited him to serve as an adviser to our literary club. At this time, Mr. Shanman was already fascinated by folk literature and folklore, and we wanted to ask him to talk more about the writing of prose and prose poems, but he wanted to tell us about nursery rhymes and other nursery rhymes, and in the end, we had to reach a compromise, first told us about the writing of prose once or twice, and then we talked about nursery rhymes and other things. During the winter vacation, he instructed the students of our literary club to go back to their hometowns to collect nursery rhymes, and the students really collected a lot of records, and when they came back, they were handed over to Mr. Shanman, who later published a copy of "Shandong Folk Nursery Rhymes", some of which were the credit of the students of the literary club.

After graduating from university, I was assigned to Jinan, and he introduced me to his college classmate, Mr. Li Wanpeng, who taught in the Chinese Department of Shandong University, and since then, I have also entered the circle of folk literature and folklore in Shandong Province, and I have done some work in this regard with the gentlemen.

Mr. Yaman's circle of friends

When Mr. Shanman talked about his personality in the epilogue of the collection of essays, he said that he could talk endlessly when he met people who could speak, and he did not say a word with people who could not come. That's true. When he meets a raw person, he often looks at the other party with a scrutinizing eye and does not smile. However, once he meets an old friend who can talk or a literary friend who wants to do things, he will often become the protagonist, and everyone will listen to him around him. There are also reasons why he can become the protagonist, one is that his knowledge is very wide, he reads many books, experiences many things, and his memory is also exceptionally good, and second, he is deep enough in folk literature and folklore, and there are many good ideas. In 1987, the Shandong Folklore Society was established, and at the second congress, he was elected as the vice president. After that, almost every year an academic seminar was held, the duration of the meeting was often two or three days, during the day, he mostly presided over the academic seminar; at night, when he rested, the room where he lived was always crowded with people, most of them were people who wanted to investigate a certain field of folklore but could not find a clue, this is the right person! As long as Mr. Shanman listens quietly for a while, he can help wenyou open their minds and find ways to conduct investigations and research.

As the saying goes, "things are clustered, people are divided into groups", most of the friends of Mr. Shanman that I know are friends in the literary and folklore circles, and from the stories of his relationship with these friends, you can also feel his personality and charm.

Mr. Shanman was able to embark on the field of folklore and folklore, and I think Mr. Li Wanpeng should be a key player. Mr. Li, who was thin and not very tall, was teaching folk literature at the Chinese Department of Shandong University at that time. Mr. Li and Mr. Shan Er, who were classmates of Shandong University in the 1950s, and are fellow villagers in Huangxian County, this friendship is not shallow. Teacher Li Wanpeng has a nickname called "Barefoot Immortal", and it is said that there is a story about the origin of this name. Mr. Li's mother made a new pair of shoes for his son who was in high school during the summer vacation, when the high school was in Laiyang, from Huangxian to Laiyang for more than a hundred miles, he was reluctant to take the car, and he was reluctant to wear the new shoes made by his mother, Mr. Li Wanpeng went barefoot to Laiyang, and was rumored by his classmates to talk about beauty, so he got such an elegant name.

Mr. Li Wanpeng likes to create new children's songs during his college years, and he has published a children's song of the new society for herding pigs, and the overlapping sentences of each paragraph begin with "lala, lala", the syllables are sonorous, and the content is full of life. Mr. Shanman can recite it word for word, and every time he finishes reciting, he will show a proud smile on his face, as if he is showing off to his friends that he has such a talented and lovely classmate!

Soon after the establishment of the Shandong Folklore Society, Teacher Li Wanpeng was elected as the president, Mr. Shan Man as the vice president, and Ye Tao as the secretary general. Ye Tao is a student of Teacher Li, similar to my age, when I was rich and strong, the organization of the conference and the editing of "Folklore Studies" were mostly responsible for Brother Ye Tao. Li and Shan, two former old classmates, are now working together to cultivate the big tree of Shandong folk customs. Soon after the establishment of the society, several people worked together to publish the first folklore monograph, "Shandong Folklore", of which Mr. Shanman wrote the most texts.

Because the Shandong Folklore Society has Mr. Li and Mr. Shan at the helm, the two gentlemen have monographs on scholarship, there is no distraction, everything is based on the first principle of doing things, the internal atmosphere of the Society is positive, and the academic atmosphere is strong. Therefore, the Shandong Folklore Society is highly respected in the national academic community.

Mr. ShanMan once wrote in his essay "Mirage Observations and Heards": "On the afternoon of the 26th (July 1985), I went to the millstone zui village at the western end of the island to collect wind with xiao Xu, a friend who had forgotten his year. "The friend who forgot his life here is called Xu Bing, who was working in Long Island at the time, and was also a literary youth, who was later transferred to Yantai Radio station to work, and then went to Beijing to study at the Xinhua News Agency Headquarters.

When Xu Bing was in Beijing, I often went to Shanman's house, and Mr. Shanman often talked about how this "young friend" named Xu Bing accompanied him to collect style and many other interesting things, which left a deep impression on me. When Xu Bing returned from Beijing, as soon as we met, we had a feeling of "seeing each other as before". It turned out that Mr. Shanman did not mention my name in front of Xu Bing. Probably in his mind, we are all his "yearless little friends", right?!

Later, Xu Bing went to work at the Jiaodong Reporter Station of Xinhua News Agency, because we were all in Yantai, and our contacts became closer and closer. At that time, the three of us had to meet many times a year, sometimes inviting Mr. Shanman to dinner and talking about topics of common interest. I remember once sitting in Xu Bing's car after dinner, when I walked to the traffic light at the intersection of Yingxiang Road and Huanshan Road, Brother Xu Bing didn't know how to say it, saying that at some point in the future, the three of us would come together to make a book, right?! Mr. Shanman immediately proposed: There is a plant called "clover", each stem has three leaves, and there is a good meaning, let's make a portfolio called "clover set", the cover can be printed with a picture of clover. When I finished, I was happy when I was about to publish it. Words are still in the ear, it is more than twenty years ago, unfortunately, the "three-leaf set" did not become a reality, but Mr. Shanman went to another world.

Mr. Yaman is a romantic man who is fascinated by the flowers and plants in nature. He used to take my wife and me to the field to recognize various plants, which was very pleasant, and he planned to write a book called "Plant Folklore".

Every winter is coming to an end, when spring is approaching, peach blossoms and apricot blossoms often send the news of spring at the beginning, at this time, Xu Bing brother will call me and Mr. Shanman and invite us to go to the suburbs to see peach blossoms or apricot blossoms. Stepping onto the wilderness, the grass on the mountain has not completely returned to green, the peach tree has just grown half a tender green leaf, the peach blossoms are eager to bloom, Mr. Shanman's mood at this time is like a blooming peach blossom, he always has endless words, in the process of stepping on this day, he is full and happy.

Brother Xu Bing and I accompanied Mr. Shanman to watch the peach blossoms bloom for many years, until 2005, when Brother Xu Bing was transferred to the Qingdao branch of Xinhua News Agency.

Of course, there are still many people in Mr. Shanman's circle of friends, and I am familiar with them, such as Lu Weida, director of the Fushan Wang Yirong Memorial Hall, Ye Tao, who has accompanied Mr. Wang Yirong memorial hall in Fushan, Jiang Bo and Qu Shaoping from Yantai, Zhang Shishan from Jinan, Lu Han from Qingdao, Gao Jianjun from the Jining Press and Publication Bureau, Shanmin from Zaozhuang Wenlian, Tian Chuanjiang, a grassroots cadre of a township in Zaozhuang, Luo Yujun from Zhejiang Publishing House in Hangzhou, Ye Dabing from Wenzhou Museum, and so on.

Walker Yaman

When I was in elementary school, it was the late cultural revolution, almost all the novels were taboo, not allowed to read, in fact, there were no books to read in the countryside, I don't know when there was a set of "Water Margin" at home, probably as a negative teaching material to criticize the surrender faction Song Jiang! When you have nothing to do, you can read it again, and your favorite character is Wu Song the Walker. In addition to Wu Song's high martial arts and heroic deeds, the name walker is also very mysterious, is he very able to walk? Did he go through the Divine Taibao Daizong?

It was later learned that "walker" refers to a Buddhist who practices with a practice of enlightenment, and this is what the practitioner Wu Song probably means. Of course, there is another meaning of "walker", which is literally, the person who is walking on the road. It can be said that it is very appropriate to use the latter meaning to describe Mr. Shanman.

Mr. Shanman once wrote in the book: "On the way to collect wind, when writing at the desk, I am happy and tireless. ”

Mr. Shanman, whom I am familiar with, really likes to collect style and write. It can be said that walking in the fields and villages to collect wind, returning home to write the situation of collecting wind into words and organize it into a book, is almost the whole meaning of his life.

To see if you are in a relationship with a person, the best thing to do is to travel with him. Walking together during the day, living in a room at night, eating, living, and walking together, can best see a person's cultivation and character. In the process of collecting wind with Mr. Shanman, I have a few layers of understanding of Mr. Shanman.

During my work in Jinan, because the Shandong Folklore Society held academic seminars every year, and every year in a different region, I and Mr. Shanman had the opportunity to meet and communicate every year.

In the early 1990s, I was transferred to Yantai to work, and I met Mr. Shanman more frequently, almost several times a week, most of the time I rode a motorcycle to Mr. Shanman's house.

Sitting in Mr. Shanman's study, we talked about everything, about literature, about folklore, about what we saw and heard everywhere. Once, Mr. Shanman talked to me about what he saw in Longkou, in a mountain pass to see the birds flying in the sky, very rare, at that time did not know what the name of these birds, and then checked the information to learn that this bird is called Skylark, but also Mr. Lu Xun's article said "called Tianzi", said, took out the written manuscript to show me, at that time Mr. Shanman for this article proposed the title is "Lark, Lark", I read the article and said: "I feel that the topic of Lark is too ordinary, there is no appeal, it is better to call It Tianzi more imposing." "Sir is as good as a stream, and really changed the title to "Call the Son of Heaven" when he published it. Many times, when it was time to talk and talk, Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Shanman, always left me to eat at their home, and I was almost the person who rubbed the most rice in Mr. Wang's house. Mr. and Mrs. Shanman did not see me outside, the liquefied gas tank at home had no liquefied gas, and sometimes I rode a motorcycle to irrigate.

I really enjoyed collecting style with Mr. Yaman, walking with him, your body and mind are very relaxed, he is easy-going, easy-going, good to discuss things, in addition, he is very knowledgeable, from him, you can learn a lot.

In the 1990s, Shanman surveyed the city

On the weekend, we went to the city together to inspect the Ming and Qing dynasty houses, from the horse stake to the door pillow stone, he could tell a lot of knowledge, and we also discussed the renovation plan of the city, although no one ever asked us for advice.

At the beginning of October 1993, the long-planned hiking expedition to yantai Baiyang River officially began. At first, the expedition was only Shanman and I, and the scope of the expedition began from Xiaolingshan Village, the source of the Baiyang River, and walked all the way to the mouth of the Yantai Development Zone of the Baiyang River, with the purpose of collecting folk tales and legends of the Baiyang River Basin. The approach taken was a segmented look. Autumn in October is the season when the sky is high and cloudless, and it is also a harvest season. We both put on a photography vest full of pockets, carried a camera and backpack and set off, first by bus to Qixia County, and then hired a tricycle to reach Xiaolingshan Village, we found the villagers of Xiaolingshan Village, after several visits, identified the valley where the Baiyang River originated and its first well and took photos, interviewed several old farmers in the village, collected the stories of "Lingshan Golden Bull" and "Xiaolingshan Treasure Land", a lot of running and tired, it can be regarded as the official start of the trekking expedition. We must measure every inch of the Baiyang River Valley with our feet, and our mood is happy and excited. In addition, the first day of the division was very smooth. It was nearly noon, and we began to walk down from Xiaoling Mountain Village. At this time, the Baiyang River was just a small river that was intermittent, the humid environment on both sides of the riverbed, the weeds that grew were also tender and soft, and it was soft under the feet, and there was a strange feeling. Full of green mountains and water, the scenery is very attractive, and the mood is as happy and bright as this scenery.

The next day, we set off from Qixia County to explore the Anli Reservoir (now called Changchun Lake) on foot to the Songshan area, and we chose to investigate from the south bank of the mountain high road. When I first left the county town, it was still smooth, and I walked halfway through, and I saw several farmers fishing for fish and shrimp with a trick net, and a net was fished, there were not many fish, but there were many river shrimp. We bought two pounds of river shrimp, trekked all the way, at noon, finally saw a small mountain village, there is no restaurant in the village, so in a commissary, we paid someone to cook shrimp, under two bowls of noodles, this is our rich lunch.

The afternoon journey was quite difficult, the hazy mountain paths were intermittent, the low pine trees and weeds blocked the way forward, and the inlets that popped up from time to time made us travel long distances again and again, always giving us a disappointing blow when we saw hope, and we thought we could easily walk to the downstream embankment, but we arrived after a whole day of walking, and by this time we were exhausted. Teacher Shanman is fine, although he is not fast, but the pace is steady, I often have to walk fast or run in front of him, there is no rest, Mr. Shanman has caught up, I can only run a few steps faster again, otherwise I can't keep up with Mr. Shanman's pace, although he is nearly thirty years older than me. When I was about to reach Songshan Town, my feet had already worn up two blisters, and it was very painful to walk with a limp. Mr. Yaman was also a little tired, but he was not as embarrassed as I was.

After walking for three or four days, we hiked to The town of Gaoyan in Fushan, and halfway through the trip, we had already collected dozens of folk tales that needed to be sorted out, so we rushed back to Yantai by car, ready to continue to collect wind in some days. Back in Yantai a few days, Fushan's Lü Wei reached Shanman's house, listened to us talk about the fun of collecting wind, he also wanted to go for a day, the trip was exactly Gao Yan to the Menlou Reservoir section, I said the difficulty of hiking the reservoir basin, I asked him: "Are you OK?" He raised his voice high, "Why can't I?" When I was young, I could push a cart, and I could push six hundred pounds of things for miles in one go! "There is a heroism to be admired.

We drove to Gaoyan Town, from here continue to hike downstream to collect wind, this time, we took the north bank of the Menlou Reservoir, because there is basically no road where we go, plus one after another inlets make people desperate, the day is nearly noon, Lu Weida can no longer hold on, a strong way to return to the road to drive back, let us shout in the back and do not look back! This also becomes a small story in the treading tour.

After a total of seven or eight days of hiking, we sorted out dozens of legends and stories in the Baiyang River Basin, and published a group of six essays in Yantai Daily entitled "Yantai's Mother River - Baiyang River Treading", a total of 160,000 words, sponsored by Qixia Baiyanghe Distillery, and collected into the book "Legend of Baiyang River", which is the fruit of this hike.

The most memorable thing is mr. Pei's collection of wind in the lower reaches of the Yellow River. Mr. Shanman arrived at Dongping County first, and I had something to do and rushed to Dongping County to meet mr. Shan man in a day or two. Then, we drove together to the south shore of Dongping Lake, the area around Dongping Lake in the nineties was still relatively backward, we lived on the earth kang for only two yuan a night, about fleas and other things too much, I was bitten and did not sleep well one night, Mr. Shanman fell shortly after he fell down and started a uniform snoring sound. In those days, during the day, he went to the boat on the lake to interview the fishermen, and at night asked the old fishermen to sing the rocking trumpet, Mr. Shanman was always in a state of excitement, and the interview book he carried with him was also densely written down by him for dozens of pages.

Then we rushed to the area of Dongbatou in Lankao, Henan Province, to conduct interviews, and encountered people-killing tricycles and crows full of trees under the setting sun; in Zhuxian Town, Kaifeng, we jointly searched for the imprints of traditional New Year paintings. Mengjin, Zhengzhou... It wasn't nothing, and the scene in Luoyang left an unforgettable impression on me.

When we arrived in Luoyang, it was nearly noon, we found a hotel to stay in, and after lunch, according to the convention, we all had to take a lunch break before working.

However, just after lying down for ten minutes, Mr. Shanman got up and said: "National Day, I checked the information, the book said that there is a place here where there is a folk toy, very special, I went to see, I will definitely come back in the evening." I was very tired and casually agreed, and then I heard the sound of my husband going downstairs fading away.

I got up after the lunch break and was busy with my business, in the evening back to the hotel to wait for Mr. Shanman, but when it was dark, I did not come back, my hungry stomach grumbled, but did not dare to go out to eat, afraid that he would not find me when he came back, there was no mobile phone and other communication tools at that time, and I was still very worried about his safety, after all, I was not familiar with life, I went to the countryside alone, what to do if I met a villain? On the one hand, he blamed himself, if he overcame fatigue and went with him. After thinking about it for a while, at about seven or eight o'clock in the evening, I heard footsteps at the door and knew that Mr. Yaman had returned. Open the door and take a look, sure enough. Mr. Shanman, carrying a heavy package behind him and steaming on his head, unloaded the package and excitedly described to me the passage of the countryside to collect wind.

Originally, Mr. only learned on the data that there is a kind of mud doll with a white background in Lilou Town, Luolong District, in the afternoon he wanted to go by car, looking for half a day and did not find it, he walked more than ten miles to rush to the town, to the town to inquire, saying that it was used to use mold bumps, now no one has done it, in Liangluozhai Village, which is more than ten miles away from here, there are still people doing it. He walked to Liangluozhai Village, and sure enough, he found several folk artists who were still pinching mud dolls, and learned from the mouths of the artists that the background color of these toys they made was white, and the shape was basically dolls, the cause of which was to tie the dolls, which were used as offerings for the children in the Niangniang Temple. These dolls have clear eyebrows, long-life locks hanging on their chests, and they are easily sprinkled with red, yellow and green lines, which are very beautiful under the background of white. As Mr. Yaman spoke, he carefully took out one clay doll after another with different shapes from his bag and showed it to me, his face full of happy smiles.

Anecdotes about the legend of Shanman

When I wrote this chapter, I had concerns, because these stories are often not tall enough, and may also lower the image of Mr. Wang. However, as the saying goes, "no one can make a fortune without a nickname", for artists and scholars, there is no story that is not widely circulated, such as Su Dongpo, Qi Baishi and others. Mr. Shanman also has many anecdotes, some of which I have personally experienced, and some of which are like "brothers", just legends.

The first thing is the story about Mr. Shanman's name, which is widely circulated, and the list of Shanman's teachers (shan) pi (pi) gen , from the last name to the first name, is a less common word, so it is very possible to be misread. What I heard was the embarrassing story of the medical examiner reading the wrong name, and what Mr. Shanman's colleague, Mr. Sun Guiting, told, may be closer to the truth. It is said that in the late period of the Cultural Revolution, Mr. Shanman was the deputy head of the propaganda group in Huangxian County, and they made a typical material for the Ding family's agricultural science village to report and speak in the province, and there was the name of the spokesman on the rostrum, including Mr. Shanman, of course, with a brush written vertically, the real name "Shan Pi Gen" was three characters, the word "Pi" was removed from the horizontal painting is a "no" word, the lower end of the word "Pi" is combined with the word "Gong", it is easy to read as the word "liang", the staff picked up the microphone and shouted loudly: Please ask shan (dan) bad comrades to sit on the rostrum", although Mr. Shanman was a little embarrassed, but he knew that he was shouting himself, and the occasion at that time was not easy to correct, so he silently sat on the rostrum. When he finished speaking, a Xinhua News Agency reporter came to him and said: "Comrade Shan (dan) bad, I will go to Huang County next month to find you, let's go to the Lower Ding family to investigate and interview together, okay?" Mr. Yaman did not make corrections and expressed a welcome attitude. After some days, the reporter really went to the Huangxian Propaganda Group to find "Shan (dan) bad", and colleagues who already knew about this paragraph led him to Mr. Shanman's office. This is the original version of the story where the name was misinterpreted.

The next few interesting things are all personally experienced.

The first time we hiked the Baiyang River, on October 2, 1993, we first arrived at XiaolingShan Mountain, which is more than ten miles away from the county seat, and then went down the river, near noon, we came to a roadside restaurant, ordered two bowls of noodles, a plate of fried peanuts and rice, and prepared to finish eating. About the beginning of our line was a little strange, at this time from the neighboring seat came a drunken black and thick man, looked directly at Mr. Shanman, and asked coldly: "Friend, are we on that road?" Mr. Shanman calmly replied, "Nothing more than a white road and a black road!" "How do the white roads speak, and how do the underworld speak?" The black man asked in a loud voice. Shanman also said with a straight face: "The white road is the white yang river, and the black road is the old sow!" We laughed. The black man looked at us twice, and retreated in confusion, and the neighbor let out a cacophony of laughter.

Around 2002, we had moved to the sixth floor of the new building of Yantai Daily Newspaper, Gao Jianjun's brother from the Jining Press and Publication Bureau came to Yantai, Mr. Shanman took him to the beach for a walk, made an appointment to have lunch together at noon, and when he was halfway through, he suddenly received a call from Gao Jianjun, and the voice on the other end of the phone was urgent, saying that Shanman had a conflict with people, so I was asked to hurry up. I immediately rode a motorcycle to a stall near Yantaishan Hospital, and the stall owner was shouting at Mr. Shanman with all his might. It turned out that Mr. Yamaman wanted to buy a Fuji color film at this stall and asked the stall owner for fidelity, and the stall owner agreed. A reporter from Shandong Pictorial once told Mr. Shanman that after Fujifilm opened the green carton, look at the seal of the carton, if there are three dot-like sticky openings, it is true, otherwise it is fake. After Mr. Shanman opened the packaging carton, he found that it was not three places, and it was determined that it was fake, so there was a conflict. When I arrived, on the one hand, the stall owner was jumping and roaring like a, and on the other hand, Mr. Shanman was sitting on the ground, muttering in his mouth, no matter how much the stall owner threatened to jump and scold, Mr. Shanman insisted that it was fake, and there would soon be a physical confrontation. At this point, I noticed that he was very tired, with white foam overflowing from the corners of his mouth, or a diabetic reaction, and a feeling of pity came from my heart. I took out my press card and quickly broke the siege for Mr. Shanman.

On March 21, 2000, I went to Jinan with Mr. Shanman on a business trip, and successively visited Ye Tao, Ye Tao's wife Liu Ruilin, Li Wanpeng, Pan Lusheng, Zhang Shishan, Yu Yanting and others. During the meal, also chatting about reading and writing, Mr. Shanman suddenly said: "If there is a beautiful and lovely woman, a room of good books is placed in front of me for me to choose, guess what I will choose?" Without waiting for us to answer, he said firmly: "Surely this room is a good book, the book is too good!" After a while he said: "There is no culture to live and die, of course choose to die." If I am old, too old to walk, to read, not to write, if you hear the news of my suicide, don't be surprised! ”

Of course, this is a joke, and we also joke as a joke: "We can write you to make money when you are gone!" Come and go, take a photo, take a picture, prove it's true! ”

Unexpectedly, in a word, a few years of conditions, Mr. Shanman really left, although not suicidal, but, in the last few years, he had diabetes, and there were many complications, often had to go to the hospital for hemodialysis, very painful, when he went to the hospital to visit him, sometimes he still crawled on the bed in the ward to write, but the wind has been hopeless, the heart has died, the flower of life is no longer precious, so withering is inevitable.

In the first month of 2007, I went to visit Mr. Shanman, Mr. Shanman installed an imported pacemaker on his chest, something protruding like a watch, Mr. sent me a copy of the newly published "Shanman Essays" that emitted ink fragrance, and very laboriously wrote down the ten words of "National Day Depository, Ding Hai New Year, Shanman", I said: "Teacher Shan, stamp it!" He said, "Build it yourself, I don't have the strength." "I looked for the seal and put it on, and my heart was full of sorrow. In the past few years, Mr. Shanman has been like a full of vitality balloons, somehow pierced by something, the qi is released a little bit, the strength of the body is sucked away in a little, and finally on March 27, the lamp is exhausted and the person dies.

Soon after I met Mr. Shanman, I imitated the style of Xiao Hong's writing in honor of Mr. Lu Xun, and wanted to write a novella of "Impressions of Shanman".

At this point, I suddenly thought about why I dreamed so much about My Grandfather and Mr. Shanman, and it turned out that these two people had a great influence on the growth of my life. Grandpa's upright personality and behavior affected me, making me take fewer detours in my life; Mr. Shanman's indifferent fame and fortune and attentive style also deeply affected me, allowing me to get away from distractions and gradually enter the real world.

In just over a dozen years, he has published "Shandong Folklore", "Folklore and Tourism in the State of Qilu", "Folk Songs and Tourism in Shandong Folk Songs" (many volumes), "Eight Immortals Faith", "Flowing Tradition - The Cultural Imprint of a Great River", "Yilu Wanli - Zhong Jingwen", "Shanman Prose", and also edited the "100-year-old Nursery Rhymes" series and the "Chinese Folk Nursery Rhymes" series. What Mr. Li has been doing for more than a decade is something that many people, including me, can't do in their lifetime.

There is a foreign proverb that says it well: the meaning of human life is not whether you live a long life, the key is how many things you remember. I would like to add that the value of human life is not whether you live a long life, the key is to see how many things you have done, and how many people still remember you deeply. I think Mr. Yaman did.

There is a song called "I Heard About You In the Distance" that was so well written that it made me cry. "I blew the wind you blew, and this is not a hug; I have walked the road you have walked, this is not a meeting." If there really is a heaven, the road that Mr. Shanman has walked with style is enough to reach the height of heaven; if there is really a paradise, I hope that after a hundred years, I can meet and hug Mr. Shanman somewhere in heaven and look at each other and smile!

About the author: Mou Guoqing, former reporter and director of the reporter department of Huaxia Liquor News, editor of the main news department of Yantai Daily, director of the current affairs news department, director of the art department, editor-in-chief of art magazines, deputy editor-in-chief of "6 o'clock this morning", director of the news research office, etc.

He is a member of the presidium of the Yantai Federation of Literary and Art Circles, the chairman of the Yantai Literary and Art Critics Association, the deputy secretary-general of the Yantai Calligraphers Association, the member of the Shandong Calligraphers Association, the director of the Yantai Jinshi Museum, the former vice chairman of the Yantai Folk Writers Association, and the former director of the Shandong Folklore Society.

This article was originally published in Yantai Daily and Yantai Evening News, after the article was published, the response was very large, many friends and readers to the author Mr. Mou Guoqing or leave a message or call to express their feelings after reading, excerpts are as follows:

On the morning of April 3, Mr. Song Shimin, the former director of the special publication department of the "Yantai Daily" who had just finished reading the article in the Newspaper, called and thanked the author on behalf of Shanman's old friends! "This article is so well written, so touching, many people called me to ask who Mou Guoqing is? How is it so familiar with Shanman? Wrote out what many people wanted to say! ”

Sun Xiujie, deputy dean of the School of Art of Ludong University, wrote after reading the article: "Today I was busy for a day of graduate school re-examination, and I turned in my mobile phone. Exhausted at the end of the day, I got the mobile phone and saw this article of Brother Mou, and read it in one breath in the car downstairs, just as Xian Wen said, sincere and touching! Emotion is naturally revealed, the writing is like mercury in one go, and the language is simple and natural but full of true feelings. I remember that one day last year, Brother Mou talked about dreaming of Seeing Teacher Shanman, and when he said that his eyes were moist, he was touched at that time, and everything in the world was sincere for the first moving. Whether as teachers or students, Mr. Shanman and Brother Mou have set an example for us. ”

Peng Shouye, an eighth-grade and second-grade student of Mr. Shanman's Chinese Department, wrote: "The article written by Mou Guoqing in memory of Mr. Shanman is very touching, and I have carefully read it twice. Judging from the two paragraphs of "I met Mr. Shan Man during my university studies in 1984" and "In the summer of 1985, the Shanxi Literature Society was officially established", Mou Guoqing should be grade 84, I was grade 82, and I was with him in the Department of Smoke division Chinese for one year. At that time, the Chinese Department of Smokers was very small, with six classes, but I did not know him. However, I know that he and Mr. Shanman visited the Baiyang River on foot in 1993, and the articles they wrote were published in Yantai Daily, and the writing was very beautiful, and I read every issue and am still deeply impressed. ”

On the occasion of the Qingming Festival, I would like to express my remembrance of Mr. Shanman with the above words.