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Original Title: Xiao Zhi's Path to Writing Poetry (Literary Works)
Author: Kou Zhenchao
In 1994 of the last century, it had been seven years since Xiaozhi Normal graduated. He also worked silently for seven years in a more remote rural school. Although occasionally in my mind I have flashed the extravagant hope of jumping out of the education line.
At that time, the status of teachers was very low, and in all the public meal industry, when teachers were mentioned, the words of government officials in public places were always very warm: our teachers work very hard, and we must respect teachers. At the same time, don't forget to encourage some hard-working teachers: do a good job, and wait for the opportunity to promote you to be a salesman. It is also true that in the 1980s and 1990s, the staff of the three major units of grain institutes, cotton stations, and supply and marketing cooperatives had a much higher social status than that of teachers, not to mention the so-called noble units such as banks, post offices, and township governments. Xiao Zhi felt that there was nothing wrong with being a teacher: whenever he stood on the podium, looked at the children sitting below, stared at the clear eyes of forty or fifty pairs, and quietly listened to his impassioned lectures, he was very excited, and he had long forgotten all kinds of discrimination and prejudice against teachers in society.
Life went on tepidly. Twenty-two-year-old Xiaozhi has also reached the age of talking about marriage. But the situation of the teacher looking for a partner is quite embarrassing: the female teacher who graduated from the teacher training will not marry the male teacher; the salesman and the like do not admire the "child king" in their hearts. Although Xiao Zhi is not handsome, he is quite talented and proud. In his colorful mind, reverie of the romance of "the so-called Yi people, on the side of the water", longing for the beautiful encounter of "why not hold your hand and see the sea and sky become one color", in the dream shadow, it seems that the lilac-like girl with a sad land is slowly walking towards him. But the reality is to shatter the ideal, the years pass like flowing water, Xiao Zhi is still a single shadow, standing alone.
The fashion of the 1980s and 1990s belonged to poetry. The poems of Wang Guozhen and Xi Murong swept the streets and alleys, and obscure poets such as Beidao, Shu Ting, and Gu Cheng were not willing to be lonely and led the poetry world. The people have competed to be literary and artistic youths, and they have been greatly honored to be able to write three or five or nine small poems that are sung in shallow chants and low songs. Needless to say, Xiao Zhi, who is a little talented, has also added to this rank. So he looked everywhere for the name and address of the editor of the youthful newspaper and magazine, and put the small poems he had painstakingly made into a mailbox and sent them to the far side. In fact, Xiao Zhi also has the most simple wish, that is, he hopes to use poetry as a medium to let him meet a lovely girl, marry a dust relationship for five hundred years, achieve spiritual communication, and complete great love. In this way, Xiao Zhi worked day and night to write poems and articles. Stamp envelopes were then bought from the post office and sent out. Newspapers and magazines at that time were not rejected, and if the author could provide an envelope with postage, the well-meaning editor would generally reject the manuscript, of course, and some ignored it.
Waiting for the manuscript to be heard is very difficult, and it feels that the work efficiency of the postman is always so low, and the letterhead of the newsroom reply is so slow. In this way, in the long wait that has been waiting for it again and again, we have walked through the spring and autumn and crossed the winter and summer. Xiao Zhi gradually became a well-known poet within a few miles. The muse looked up to him, and Cupid's arrow quietly came to visit.
One day, a letter from afar was sent, and Xiao Zhi looked at the address, which was quite strange. I opened the envelope in doubt, and a piece of paper with the shape of a "heart" stacked on top of it, permeated with a quiet fragrance, came to my face. There was only one poem on the letter: On that long path, there was a big emerald tree, and the tree was full of delicate flowers. I am like a drunken butterfly, winding and flying here, may I ask the flowers and trees, can I rest quietly here? If you are united with the turquoise, I'd rather turn around and leave!" Drop xiaofang. Xiao Zhi was overjoyed to see it, and couldn't help but shout: Heaven, earth, Cupid's arrow shot me! After that, Xiaofang Xiaozhi began the love journey of Hongyan Chuanshu and Yu Chuanzhi. They groan and I pay, I chant, I comment, I feel that there are endless words, endless feelings. Each correspondence felt that the postman was slower. The flame of love seemed to be about to burn that little stamp. "Ah, let the rain of love come harder!" "I'm going to squirt out!"
A few months later, Xiaozhi Xiaofang entered the palace of marriage, which can also be regarded as the realization of their vision of writing poetry, and later they had two women and a man. Later, they did not write poetry, but opened a mobile phone shop, which is also related to information transmission! Later, one day, as an old classmate, I went to visit Xiao zhi as an old classmate and talked with him about writing poetry, Xiao Zhi did not answer my words, but carefully picked up the Huawei mobile phone that had just entered the store and said to me: The past is like the wind! Our Chinese technology is very developed, or so the mobile phone runs fast, too powerful! Looking at Xiao Zhizhi's proud business appearance, I stopped talking. It seemed that there was a thin and thick mist between us.
"What can be dispelled is the shallow bluntness, and what cannot be stopped is the feeling of attachment." The small river can not flow luck into the heart field, and it can not also shake off the shadow of the weeping willow. Not allowed to ride on the boat, I stood silently on the shore, reaching out to pick off the stars, I smiled with tears in return, and the spring breeze given by Chang'e, I hid deep in my heart. "I think of the childish little poem I wrote, 'Feelings.'
About author:Kou Zhenchao, pen name Cang Xue Speechless, is a teacher at Houwangzhuang School in Fengzhuang Town, Yanjin County, Henan Province. He is a member of Xinxiang Writers Association. Rolling red dust, I believe that I have gone through a thousand sails, and I am still a teenager when I return. My heart lyrics my feelings, I chase my dreams, I am willing to communicate with the spirit of the rhinoceros, listen to the mountain flowing water, laugh and watch the drizzle and breeze.