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Make tea, make literati
(Chapter 2)
Jia Hai
Literati seem to like to drink tea mostly.
Drinking tea, the life of the literati, the life of true temperament.
I know culture, but I'm not a literati, but I like to drink tea. There are many types of tea leaves in the home, green tea, flower tea, black tea, buckwheat tea... Everything. But I don't like to drink tea at home, I think there is no atmosphere and no feeling at home. My father, on the other hand, liked to set up a wicker chair in the afternoon, sit on the balcony, make a cup of strong tea, read a book and read a newspaper, very comfortable.
I like to drink tea with literati. In my eyes, there are few friends of the literati. Chairman Li of the Municipal Federation of Literature and Literature understands calligraphy and literature, has been in contact with each other for many years, knows that his calligraphy is in the grass, all bodies are common, and he can also hide paintings. Instead of drinking tea, while speaking, while tasting paintings, you can also read classics, and even improvise in its Wending Street library, there are many witty words, and people's hearts are happy. A clean coffee table, a polished teapot, a quiet thought, looking back on half a life, each has its own understanding. Chairman Li and his people are also humble and gentle, indifferent and clear, a shallow note, and a clear and full of breath.
Mr. Zhu Tao of Nanchong Vocational and Technical College is a famous cultural scholar, familiar with literature, astronomy, geography, etc., his prose is clear, his language is clean, he quotes scriptures, and he is familiar with the past and the present. Drinking tea with Mr. Zhu Tao is often late at night. Because he was busy with official business during the day, he could not open his body, and only when he was released from official business late at night, he had time. I like and admire Mr. Zhu Tao. At that time, I had just graduated from college and loved literature, but I could only write some chicken soup for the soul, and as a young man, I had the privilege of getting Mr. Zhu Tao's guidance and promotion. Many times late at night, I was awakened from my sleep by the sound of Mr. Zhu Tao's telephone call, and he asked me to drink night tea. Mr. Zhu Tao's favorite drink is black tea. Mr. Zhu Tao said that drinking black tea means good luck and red luck. While drinking tea with Mr. Zhu Tao, I got a better baptism of literature. I deeply remember Mr. Zhu Tao's words: "Our understanding of literature is not that it has begun to be dull, but that the environment in which we live makes the worldly and smooth, intrude into our pure and transparent inner soul, which has been clean, thus affecting the state of mind of creation." "Mr. Zhu Tao's thoughts are profound, and all he studies is philosophy.
It is undeniable that when Mr. Zhu Tao and I drank tea, we never said that the chai rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in our lives were all about literature, history, astronomy, geography, and sometimes he would tell you some celebrity anecdotes, which was very attractive. Mr. Zhu Tao once told me that Li Bai's "bed" character for "bright moonlight in front of the bed" has always been misunderstood. "Bed" does not refer to the bed we sleep in today, but to the well rail. Judging from archaeological findings, the earliest wells in China are wooden wells. The ancient well railing is several meters high, and the square frame type surrounds the wellhead to prevent people from falling into the well, which is like four walls and like an ancient bed. Therefore, the ancient well bar is also called the silver bed, and the "bed" in Li Bai's poem is the meaning of "well bar", in fact, the occurrence of the word is due to the similarity in shape and function of the two. Mr. Zhu Tao is erudite and he is a true man of letters.
Professor Wang Yuanzhong of Chuanbei Medical College is even more rich in five cars, only eight buckets high. He and I, and Mr. Zhu Tao, have also been literary friends for many years, and naturally they have been tea friends for many years. A few years ago, Elder Wang was still physically tough and mentally strong, and he talked and laughed with us in the tea room, in the north of the world, in ancient and modern China and abroad. He would tell us the stories of his Roman Empire, his Julius Caesar, his foreign girls; he would discuss with Mr. Zhu Tao the Tang and Song poems, about ancient and modern readings, about poetic rhymes, and especially about the rhythm of foreign poetry. Mr. Wang is engaged in English teaching, and it is not easy to have such a profound attainment in writing and literature. In the past two years, Elder Wang's health is not good, his legs and feet are inconvenient, and every time he drinks tea, Mr. Zhu Tao and I will go to his residence and carefully pick him up to the nearest tea house. Fortunately, Elder Wang still has a clear thinking and quick thinking, and what he said makes my generation ashamed.
With the heart of an essayist, the literati do not seem to drink flower tea. Brother Zhang of the Nanchong Evening News does not like to drink flower tea, he only likes to drink green tea, so he said that he is not a literati. This is his modesty, and editors and journalists should actually be literati. Literati and tea are teas other than literati and flower tea. But I write prose, and flower tea and green tea are also to be drunk.
Drinking tea with Brother Zhang, the location is certain. One moment is the Jufu Tea House of the Youth Palace, the other is the Five-Star Garden Shenghuatang ZiyunGe Tea House, and the next is the 12-yard tea house on Great Wall Road in Jialing District. I dare say that the tea houses and tea houses in Nanchong City were almost run by us. Drink tea with Brother Zhang, don't feel tired, let go. He would tell me about his rich experiences, such as the political turmoil at the turn of the spring and summer of 1989; such as his old affairs at the Bank of Ganzi; such as his love for his marriage and his excellent daughter. It's often mesmerizing to hear. It is undeniable that the young Brother Zhang is a person with a story. I'm also a person with a story. Of course, loving to drink tea with Brother Zhang and listening to Brother Zhang's tea affairs is a very natural thing for me. The heart is quiet, the tea is clear, there is no taste of fireworks.
The foal crosses the gap, and washes the teapot and makes tea to make literati. Yu Xi is refreshed, transcendent, and has a sense of tranquility and leisure. Literati drink tea, green camellia tea black tea, and live a lifetime of culture.
A drop of transparent water
The calendar flips to June 2021. I've been working for 23 years. There is something in life that should not be forgotten. The most reluctant page in life is always hidden the deepest...
Min is a classmate of mine in college and a fellow from the same city. The first acquaintance was at the hometown meeting a week after the opening of the school. At that time, Min didn't impress me too much, I just thought this fat girl was quite hot...
Min is particularly hard at her studies, and her professional classes are the best in the whole department. She also read a large number of books on literature, history and philosophy, and her thinking was sharp, her thoughts were profound, and her inner maturity far exceeded her age. She entered university at the age of 17. In the debate competitions held in the class and department, she won repeatedly with absolute wit and breadth. Min can speak fluent standard Mandarin. At that time, there was a Boom in Mandarin in the school, so she and I took on the task of Training Mandarin in the class. Every Monday and Wednesday by me, two or four by her. Work contacts make us know each other better until we admire each other. Especially for me, the respect for this female haojie is increasing day by day.
A year later, she became the first ever female class president in the department and the deputy director of the school secretariat. Min was very kind to me, although she did her best at work, and the pungent force force forced many of the bearded eyebrows to obey, and because of the influence of her position, she always spoke in a neutral tone, mixed with a commanding tone. Therefore, some people are secretly dissatisfied, intentionally or unintentionally calling her "fierce wife" and "fat girl". Once, my roommate raised the issue while talking about her. The roommates said that it was strange that they had never seen her fierce against Haizi. There is such a smell in the words. I just smiled lightly: we are fellow countrymen! Min is indeed the same, always speaking softly to me, always in a tone of care and consultation. In several poetry reading competitions, she and I commented on each other and corrected each other in time, and did not regard each other as competitors at all. At a recital, we collaborated on a poem written by her, "The Purple Rose," and we were all very emotional, with crystal tears in our eyes. I've always had a lot of respect for Min and regarded her as my best friend. On the New Year's greeting card I wrote: Dear Minmei, today we are romantic almost absurd, frank and careless; tomorrow, we will embark on different paths and move towards a new life. On the occasion of the New Year, please listen quietly to the deep wishes I have given you: Happy New Year and all the best.
In her junior year, Min advanced to the top because of her excellent grades and ability. I suddenly felt an empty space around me. Although there are letters and contacts from time to time, they can never find the kindness and nature of being together. I know I think of her as my best friend, and she doesn't want to tarnish our pure friendship. Later, I never contacted Min again, and I didn't want to bother her—the girl I admired and respected the most. I don't want to break through our pure and perfect friendship, and more importantly, I don't want to hurt my sensitive heart anymore.
I graduated in a year. When I heard that I was assigned to teach at a remote mountain village middle school in northern Sichuan, my heart suddenly cooled, and I was almost desperate when there was some emotional crisis in my family. I want to talk to someone! It was summer, and I dialed Min's phone. Min is very aware of my personality and situation, enlightens me from all aspects, encourages me not to give up, and there is still a long way to go. It was a light rainy afternoon, and we were strolling in Beihu Park in Nanchong City. I said, I'm so selfish, I always look for you when I have difficulties. Who called you so handsome! Min said with a smile. You're not fat, you're in good health, I said seriously. Thanks, thanks, don't compliment me anymore! Min slapped me on the shoulder. Min picked up a bend of clear and transparent water from the lake, and a drop of rain fell from the end of her hair, hitting the bend in the water, stirring up wisps of rain.
After graduating from college, Min continued to study for graduate school and doctorate, and is currently teaching at a university in the provincial city and is already an associate professor. She said she met her family when she returned to her hometown. I decided to visit her house when she came, and before she came to this mountain village middle school, I took my girlfriend with me and washed the dust for her.
One summer 10 years later, Min returned to her hometown of Nanchong from the provincial capital. We met for tea at Nanchong Beihu Park as promised. Although we have not seen Min in person for a long time, we are still so cordial, the sky is north and south, and the conversation is very speculative. Min learns from the conversation that I have been divorced for many years and is very concerned. I said, I should have chased you in the first place, but I never had the courage to do so. Because, you are a dignified urban person, and I, from the countryside, am a native mountain baby, I am very inferior. Sensitively speaking, your father is also a teacher! You are also a scholar, and our family background is similar! You are so good, how can I look down on you! You weren't brave enough! Min said, tears flashing in the corners of her eyes. I was silent, tears wetting my eyes. I'm too cowardly, I'm not a man!
The reunion of students 20 years later was held at neijiang Normal College, his alma mater. I saw Min again. Min is obviously much thinner, but in good shape and radiant. In the party room, Min was the host of the event, and she seated me in the guest seat and made it possible for me to speak and interact with her. I remember Min asked me a question: Who was your most memorable person in college? I don't even think to say, it's you! I also said why. The old students in the activity room sighed. During the banquet, Min and I shared the table with the teachers and leaders, toasted each other, and enjoyed each other's happiness.
Turning over the graduation photo that I regarded as a treasure, Min stood in the middle, looking so delicate, so light as a drop of water, holy and transparent.
Min, your thoughts and the wind remain in my heart, like a drop of water, this water has no shape, no sound, this water is so transparent, pure, even holy, that there are no traces.
Literary dreams
I love literature.
In my life, there have been many times with literature, 24 years in a hurry. So every time I fill out my resume, when I write down the numbers from 1998 to 2022, it seems that there is a magic that can repeat 24 years with just a squint of the eyes.
My first exposure to literature was in the fifth and sixth grades of elementary school. My father was a village primary school teacher, subscribed to the "Nanchong Daily", and the supplement of the newspaper occasionally had the work of primary school students, and I loved to read it. Maybe My father meant it, showing me every issue of the newspaper. Although I can read, I just can't understand it. I asked my father, what is written in this? Father said, you will know when you grow up.
In the first grade of junior high school, I finally understood the above text, especially like the supplement, although the understanding is not deep, but I can also understand, the supplement articles have benefited me a lot. I also memorized the names of many authors and was very envious of them.
From junior high school to high school graduation, I had time to go to the school's newsstand to read nanchong daily. Every time I read it, I can feel an inexplicable excitement in my heart. So, I had a literary dream in my heart. In high school, I was very academically heavy and didn't read many literary books, but I won the first prize in the school essay competition.
I studied in college for three years, unfortunately, when I went to college, I went to Neijiang, where I couldn't see Nanchong Daily, and I only had to read Nanchong Daily when I went home during my vacation. I lost touch with Nanchong Daily for 3 years, and I feel that this is a huge loss for my writing!
When I was in college, it was common to go to the library, and my favorite was to read literary journals such as Reader, Youth Digest, and Selected Essays, and I tried to write some texts and published essays in school tabloids.
In 1998, after graduating from Neijiang Normal College, I was assigned to teach at a remote mountain village middle school in nanchong, north of Sichuan. When I first arrived at the school, I saw the dilapidated classrooms, the simple dormitories, and the potholed playground, and my heart was cold. Because the school is far from the city and there is a long mountain road from the town, the traffic is blocked, the information is not smooth, and the cultural life is extremely scarce. In addition to preparing lessons, attending classes, and self-study, teachers live a monotonous and boring life in their spare time, and their only hobby is playing basketball. Although I was physically weak and polite, I joined the physical exercise team. Although I am thin, but tall, basketball captain Wang teacher called me center, just like this, I was a center for two years, and my body was also very good. There is also a way to rest is to take a walk, after dinner, the teachers walk along the mountain road outside the school in groups of three or five, talking and laughing as they walk, often going far and going back to school in the dark.
By chance, I saw the local Nanchong Daily supplement in the principal's office. The words on the supplement deeply attracted me, and although I wrote well in middle school and loved literature, I never tried to turn my words into lead letters in the newspaper. "Nanchong Daily" naturally became my spiritual food for understanding the outside world and realizing my literary dreams. After practicing writing for many years, I sent a few essays to the supplement of Nanchong Daily with a nervous mood, and I did not hear back for a long time. But one winter afternoon, still in the principal's office, I finally saw the supplement of nanchong daily and saw my own words. Excitement, excitement! I am fortunate that a "Ten Years of Work" was finally published. I was greatly encouraged and overwhelmed. Subsequently, I published several essays and essays in Nanchong Daily.
Later, I met Xiao Hongtao, the editor of the supplement of Nanchong Daily, who especially promoted new literary talents, revised me, and sent my articles in a prominent position. In this way, I published dozens of essays and essays in the supplement of Nanchong Daily. After the school leaders knew that I would write, they paid more attention to me, called me the leader of the language teaching and research team, and brought the language of the graduating class many times. Teaching and writing have become the norm in my life. Leaders pay attention, peer respect, students like, I still feel very pleased.
For various reasons, I went back to school to teach. But I was obsessed with Nanchong Daily. I must read the Nanchong Daily every day and start trying to write speeches. In recent years, I have published more than 30 articles in Nanchong Daily, covering many fields such as economy, politics, education, and society, and I have become a celebrity and have fans in the local area. In addition to teaching, I tried to write prose in the Eight Classics of Zheng'er, and published a lot of essays in Nanchong Daily, Nanchong Evening News, and Nanchong Literature. Therefore, I got to know many Nanchong writers, such as the deceased writer Xiao Hongtao, the surviving prose writer Mr. He Yongkang, and the newspaper editor and other literary friends, and also joined the Municipal Writers Association and the Municipal Prose Association. My essays have been published in national, provincial, municipal and district newspapers and magazines, and I have won many awards in essay competitions. Watching the words I wrote turn into lead characters, I was full of excitement, and the sense of accomplishment surrounded me for a long time.
Due to the poor conditions of the schools I was initially assigned, especially those far from the city, I applied to be transferred to Reed Le Secondary School, which is closer to the city. After living for a week, I found that the conditions here were worse than the original school conditions, that is, it was closer to the city. The teachers had almost no hobbies, and most of them stayed in the city and went home every day after class. Usually, the school is still bustling, but on weekends the school is like an empty city, empty. I lived alone in the theater building, very lonely, especially on weekend nights, and it was even more lonely. So I concentrated on writing. I used a month's salary to buy a set of self-examination books for Chinese undergraduates, in addition to doing my own job, that is, self-study. Finally, two years later, I finally got a bachelor's degree from Xihua Normal University Chinese, improving my writing skills.
In Lile Middle School, although life is hard, but very fulfilling, I get along well with the leaders, colleagues, and students, teaching is sound and colorful, many times won the district teaching quality award, deeply praised and loved by teachers and students, and published a lot of prose works, the sense of achievement firmly surrounded me.
Later, I was transferred again and was transferred to my current school, Jialing District Longpan Junior High School. When I went to Longpan Junior High School to teach, although I published some things, after all, I was still a hairy boy who was very rough in knowledge and experience. In the days of Lopan Junior High School, in addition to teaching two classes of Chinese, I engaged in writing in my spare time.
My literary path has a close relationship and origin with the magazine Nanchong Literature. In my heart, there is often a warm current of "Nanchong Literature", which is a kind of heartfelt gratitude, and the emotion that has been precipitated by time has lasted for a long time.
I first learned about "Nanchong Literature" at the Writers Association of Nanchong City 10 years ago. At the meeting, the editor brought a batch of "Nanchong Literature", and I was fortunate enough to get one. It was unintentional, but its novel cover and rustic format made me very curious, so I opened it and read it. It doesn't matter if you don't read it, the good articles are all in the eye, and it is beautiful to see. Since then, I have known "Nanchong Literature" and fallen in love with "Nanchong Literature". I also got to know Xiao Hongtao, the executive editor at the time, who was very supportive of young literature lovers, often gave me some opinions and suggestions on writing, and also published my works as front page headlines, and invited me to participate in various literary and artistic activities, which made me enhance my confidence and courage in writing, improve my writing level, increase my insight, and broaden my horizons. It was because of my writing that I became famous and was valued by my leaders. This is all due to "Nanchong Literature".
It has been 10 years since I met Nanchong Literature. In 10 years, this is only half of the life course of Nanchong Literature. It was she who made me grow in my career, become healthier and healthier, broaden my horizons, and truly taste the happiness of my literary hobby. Today, she has also become an indispensable spiritual home in my work and life.
To tell the truth, some of the newspapers and magazines currently on the market are really unsightly and embarrassing, and there are very few healthy and civilized books that can really be called high-grade. Even some of the most orthodox magazines in the past have been affected by the impact of the market economy and have involuntarily gone astray. Nanchong Literature is a pure literary journal, and its most impressive thing is the innovation of layout and content form. She combines literary and life-like things into beautiful prose and popular articles, which read like a cool bath or a spring breeze. Each issue of meeting with "Nanchong Literature" often makes people feel the same excitement in their hearts as when their first love is dating. After witnessing her beauty and smelling her sweet fragrance, my heart was stable. From prose to poetry to literary criticism, I followed the lines of the Divine Bird eight levels, with a heart full of ordinary days, and ordinary work with fun.
The impetuous mind exists for anyone, even me, who deals with students and textbooks all day. I love to read, but good books are rare now, so I'm often annoyed that I can't find good books to read. Now because of the magazine "Nanchong Literature", I have become active and cheerful again, because in the hundred flowers, I have seen Zhiyin again and found like-minded friends.
A good publication is a pot of chicken soup for the soul. "Nanchong Literature" is like this, making people think progressively, making people culturally improved, making people behave correctly, and making people feel very deeply. Nanchong Literature is not only a purely literary and non-utilitarian publication, but also a publication that readers like to hear. There are no bells and whistles, no vulgarity, close to the reader's life, integrated into the literary trumpet.
People are tired, look at "Nanchong Literature", tired and dissipated; when the heart is tired, turn over "Nanchong Literature", whisk the dust, and the heart is pure. On the way forward, "Nanchong Literature" and I are heart-to-heart.
As I read, my heart warmed, my hands itched, and my stirring thoughts began to move ten fingers and dance on the keyboard. I often write essays, essays and literary reviews, which are published in Nanchong Literature and exchanged with my literary friends. The collision of thoughts has made my brain clearer and my fingers more flexible. In the past five years, I have tried to select some words that I am satisfied with and sent them to Nanchong Literature, and I have gained excitement again and again. In just five years, I have written more than a dozen manuscripts on Nanchong Literature. In my opinion, only the fullness of thought and the richness of the spirit are real and even more precious.
I am particularly pleased that in this place where the heroes gather, I have met the magazine editor Xiao Hongtao, Yang Maosheng, Zhu Tao and a large number of friends who write articles. Their words, their thoughts, suddenly attracted me like a magnet. I joined this spiritual racecourse, where ideas run rampant.
Long road of years, leisurely literary love. At the snap of a finger, twenty years passed quietly. Thank you "Nanchong Daily" and "Nanchong Literature" for growing up with me, so that I can stir up an emotion, put a thought on it, and open up a quiet and flying sky for my thoughts in a detached and alone space; thank you "Nanchong Daily" and "Nanchong Literature" for growing up with me, when I am confused, when I am confused, when I am slack, I habitually look back, there is always that kind of teacher-like or spur or trusting gaze, giving me a steady stream of spiritual motivation, encouraging me to learn to think and grope, Let me gradually find the right answer. Like the fire in the winter, the star in the darkness, the lighthouse on the night flight, selflessly illuminating me through the journey of life.
Meet with Nanchong Daily and Nanchong Literature, I am so happy!
In recent years, I have published more than 200,000 words of essays in newspapers, magazines and micro-periodicals such as Chinese Writers and Artists, Ginseng Flowers, Yalu River, Peony, Shanxi Literature, Guangdong Literature, Southwest Literature, and West China Metropolis Daily. Many essays have been included in various literary monographs at all levels, and have won many awards in national, provincial, municipal and district essay competitions. I am currently a member of the Chinese Essay Literature Association, a member of the Sichuan Writers Association, a member of the Sichuan Provincial Essay Literature Association, a member of the Sichuan Literary and Art Communication Promotion Association, a member of the Nanchong Writers Association, a member of the Nanchong Essay Literature Society, a member of the Nanchong Rainforest Calligraphy and Painting Institute, a member of the Nanchong Jialingjiang Literary Creation Association, a director of the Nanchong Network Writers Association, a member of the Nanchong Jialing District Literary Association, and a vice chairman of the Nanchong Jialing District Writers Association. He is the author of a collection of essays, "Waiting" and "That Sea". I don't want to get anything, I just want to comb through these essay collections to sort out and summarize my more than 20 years of writing, which is a kind of confidence, but also requires courage. After all, this is my literary dream.
In recent years, my essays have also been published on various online platforms. I met the writer Xu Jiancheng and other teachers. They gave me guidance and benefited me a lot. Under their introduction, I joined the Sichuan Writers Association and the Sichuan Literary and Art Communication Promotion Association. My literary circle is getting bigger and bigger, I make more friends, and my writing is getting better and better.
In the blink of an eye, I have trekked on a literary journey for more than 20 years. It's the greatest joy and happiness of my life. What has been done is already in the past, and the future is still on the way. I will continue along the path of literature, calm and optimistic.
I like to walk in the seasonal wind, and I prefer to think about certain details about life, about life, about prose in the seasonal wind. Therefore, in every season, whether in the north, in the south, in the mountains, in the sea, in the wind, in the rain, in the snowy fields, by the cheerful throbbing campfire, I will use my own way of thinking, with the same rhythm of prose, to taste the prose that can leave a skeleton, a soul, a flesh and blood, and a language to connect feelings. For literature, there are feelings of love; for life, there are persistent feelings. All of this became a flowing emotion in my heart.
Live your own way, write in your way, show your personality in the way you write. This is my literary dream.
About the Author
Jia Hai is a member of the Chinese Essay Literature Association, a member of the Sichuan Writers Association, the vice chairman of the Writers Association of Jialing District of Nanchong City, and a first-class Chinese teacher of Longpan Junior High School in Jialing District, Nanchong City. He has published more than 200,000 words of essays in various newspapers and magazines at all levels. He is the author of a collection of essays, "Waiting" and "That Sea".
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