First, the turn of life, and the high school teacher
47, 48, middle age or old age? It's all about what other people think of you. As for ourselves, we take this age for granted, but we are actually unprepared, and we feel that we are not much different from ourselves twenty years ago.
I remember when I first joined the work after graduation, I saw those brothers and sisters who were thirty-five or six and forty years old, and I thought that these predecessors who went to work early were so old!
For a moment, I was older than they were then, and now I think they were so young.
I thought they were omnipotent, mature, trouble-free, determined about the future and anything, and now I know that they also have confusion, boredom, and endless distress at work, exactly the same as we are now.
When I think about this, I often think of my high school and high school homeroom teacher.
A few years ago, I returned to my hometown, deliberately took a detour to see the high school of that year, the high school is still there, the appearance is basically the same year, but there are two more teaching buildings built later, the spacious playground is cramped, and the whole school is also very crowded, even a little chaotic.
The red teaching buildings and gray cement-walled dormitories are still the same as they were thirty years ago, as if nothing has changed.
Let the people who see it trance, the panic, nervousness, and uncertainty about the unknown future of the third year of high school, but also the upper body, especially the tiredness brought about by the endless volume, as soon as you reach out, you can touch it.
There are not many memories of high school pleasure.
But it's also fun to recall.
Maybe the human brain deliberately sifts through what we ourselves want.
In high school I experienced two class teachers.
The first class teacher, what impressed me the most was that he said to me, you don't want to learn Han XX, his family has 300,000, you don't need to go to college to find a job, your family does not have this condition, there is no way out of the university.
Children in the countryside may hear the most about this on their way to school, and it is also the only motivation to go to school. But I don't know why what my homeroom teacher said touched me so much, there have been many teachers who have said it before, I didn't take it seriously, but after the class teacher said it, it had a great impact on me.
Unfortunately, I was not motivated to get up and study, and I got a high score.
- Instead, he expressed disbelief.
At that time, I was still young and crazy, too young.
At that time, I thought that the world was so good that as long as the individual had a good heart, the world would return the good, and thought that there was a unique place in the world, and that there was worldliness, power, worship of gold, and so on. Decades later, knowing that such a place exists only within the individual, outward, is not to be found.
At that time, I still despised his status as a college student, had no ideals, and only focused on eating, drinking, and sleeping. Similarly, I have a Chinese teacher, and I am a mentor who knows and consults extracurricular reading, but he impatiently says one day that it is useless for you to read these books, and it is a waste of time. My favorite Lu Xun book was attacked for uselessness, and I immediately became angry and never asked him questions again. One summer night I saw him bare-chested, riding a bicycle, with one foot on the ground, bargaining with a watermelon vendor. I never spoke to him again.
How childish it is to think about yourself.
2 1980s, 1990s, music and others
Looking back on my own experience, it should be said that the most fortunate experience of the 70s, 80s, 90s three representative years, the 1970s, the Cultural Revolution and the end of the Cultural Revolution, I am too small and vague to have some impressions, personal feelings are hunger and hunger. But the 1980s and 1990s were important years for me to grow up, and many world-class historical events took place, and these two decades were also eras when many of the world's great men were alive and continued to have an impact.
For me, the most important of these two eras was thought and music. Thought aside, music is too important.
I remember when I was a child, the teacher asked me to write propositional essays, and the revolutionary song "Nanniwan" was changed to rock and roll, how to criticize. Also wrote articles criticizing flared pants and disco, among others. Rock and roll, Hong Kong and Taiwan singers, that era poured in.
Songs from the eighties and nineties have a special flavor.
Clean, lyrical, serious, or more authentic. Yesterday I occasionally heard a song by Ma Zhaojun's "I Don't Want Much", which I hadn't heard before, but I immediately knew it was a song from the 80s and 90s.
The music and ideas of that era pushed each other and knocked out sparks, and the Chinese music circle was fortunate to produce Luo Dayou and Cui Jian, not to mention Europe and the United States, too much.
Sometimes, inadvertently, the mind will think of Chen Shuhua, Zhang Yusheng, Jiang Yuheng, so one sentence or two.
When I listened to the song, I was a teenager, the song was not old, and my friends and I were almost fifty.
Such a beautiful eighties and nineties, I didn't expect to pass so long.
Third, heavy rain is always unexpected
Life, when you are young, you don't understand, you should plan and you can't really plan, and when you know how to plan, it is not of much use.
The encounters of life, happy or sad, it is difficult to remain unchanged, and it is not good to say that a heavy rain is poured on the head.
People always have to pick up their spirits and do it seriously.
Whether it is wind or rain, or the sun and moon are bright, it is a scenery!
We turn the corner and there's always a new world coming at us.
Bob Dylan wrote in "A Song to Woody."
I'm thousands of miles away from home
Walk on a deserted road
I see people and things in your world
Listen to beggars, farmers, princes and kings.
Hey Woody Guthrie,
I wrote you a song
About the strange world that came to this