Issue 1106: Why Am I Called Hui long (essay)

Special Writer Column of "Rural Short Literature":

Text/Li Shuwei (Hebei)

My family lives in the small town of Saiwai in Hebei Province, half of which is a world-famous summer resort and a waiba temple, and the surrounding mountains are dotted with the Danxia landform of the top ten famous mountains.

The family home of the geological team where I live is only one road away from the summer resort, and more than fifty years ago, on the hillside in front of my house, the vegetation was dense, the weeds were abundant, and the wildflowers were bright.

Every day I have to climb over the wall into the summer resort to cut firewood, steal apples, swim, pick birds, catch squirrels... Of course, my favorite is to go to the mountain house to study.

Because the mountains in the mountain are very quiet, I like to go there to study when I was very young, so when other people's children play in the children's park, I read in the woods of the summer resort, where I was with mosquitoes.

I know more about mosquito bites than I do about people.

I know the joys and sorrows of mosquitoes, I know the expressions of mosquitoes, I know what they think?

In such a simple and elegant, almost boundless royal garden in the eyes of a child. Only I was with the mosquitoes.

I read quietly, mosquitoes serenely biting my skin, and when I was sleepy, I lay down on the stone strips of the ruins of the palace and slept sweetly.

I wanted to talk to the birds in the trees, but the birds in the trees just chirped and ignored me.

When I woke up, I looked up at the sky and watched the white clouds in the sky move slowly, as if they were a herd of lazy sheep.

I wanted to talk to Baiyun, and Baiyun didn't pay attention to me.

In the woods of the summer resort, there were many birds, goldfinches,, and some birds that I knew but couldn't name.

They're so moving.

I am often moved to tears by the sounds of birds.

I wanted to communicate with the birds, but they were also busy and they ignored me.

I lay on the stone strip, sometimes suspicious, full of the emperor's many concubines accompanying the downstream mountains, playing and playing.

In such an environment, I first learned to think differently. Envy the emperor's luxury and rejoice in his honor. It's a half-dream, half-awake state. Many wonderful thoughts come pouring in.

Sometimes I wandered around the pavilions and terraces built by the emperor, sometimes read the inscriptions left by the emperor, and gradually understood what is imperial power, what is rule, what is love, and what is kindness.

Then I learned to talk to myself.

At that time, I really saw what I wrote, heard stories, recorded them, heard interesting conversations, and recorded them. Back in the house, read to yourself, a person in the room to argue with themselves, after finding the feeling, continue to write...

Once, I learned the way the leader of the geological team and spoke in the room myself, "Comrades! Fellow countrymen! On behalf of the Ministry of Geology and Mineral Resources of the People's Republic of China, on behalf of the Bureau of Geology and Mineral Resources of Hebei Province, on behalf of the Fourth Geological Brigade, on behalf of the Fourth Geological Brigade, on behalf of the Fourth Detachment, on behalf of the Geological Water Survey Group..." My mother was surprised when she heard it occasionally, and she said to my father: "Is there something wrong with Shuwei?" "My father came to me with concern, and after talking with me, he found that I was fascinated by writing, so he encouraged me to say: Only by reading more books and reading more newspapers can I write good articles and be a cultured person, which is my father's lifelong dream."

Since then, every day after school, I will take a book with me, climb over the wall and run to the woods of the summer resort to read, and after reading it, I will taste the imperial monument in the villa and peek at the governing philosophy of the Qing Emperor to cultivate my sentiments.

Later, when he grew up and graduated from high school, he responded to the government's call to go to the countryside to "go to the mountains and go to the countryside" and became an intellectual youth. In my youth, I not only knew how to cherish grain and know that grain was not easy to come by, but also knew many secrets of men and women.

Because we intellectual youth participate in field labor with local women, when they work, they like to "pull the tide", that is, meat strips. These meat strips always make me laugh. In the evening, when I returned to the Zhiqing dormitory, I wrote these meat passages in my diary... For example, meat passages such as "Passing Hall", "Purple Bei", and "Big Rong Sister" can make a teenager who has just opened his heart think of wrong.

Two years later, I went to the geological team to participate in the work, because of the perennial geological field life, imprisoned the geological people's right to release their sexual desire for youth, especially the field detachment with drilling rigs, from time to time there will be love stories between the geological team members and local farmers, such as: "Vegetable Buns", "I am Yang Zirong will move the turnout", "Ah Qing Sister-in-law", "Caravan", "Landlord Aunt", "Substitute Female Teacher" and other stories, let me write a novel.

At the beginning, the novels I wrote could not be published, I used my spare time to develop the problem of liking to read works to co-workers and colleagues, to be honest, those immature works, they do not love to listen, and love face, can only listen hard, at that time brought a lot of trouble to others, more unexpected things, is because the stories in those novels, also intentionally or unintentionally offended some leaders. They like to sit in the right seats, call me "insinuated", criticize me for "whole their black material"...

When my parents heard this, they also painfully advised me: "Son, can you not write a novel?" ”

I was also touched by my parents' expressions and vowed never to write a novel again.

But as soon as I heard the story that could be written, the words in my stomach burst out like a nest of rats.

After the novel was written, I sometimes regretted it immensely, feeling that I had failed my parents' teachings. Later, I tried to write poetry. It may be that I do not have the talent of a poet, and the poems I write are also similar to prose. I remember that when we were engaged in geological surveying and mapping in the Huiling mining area of Zunhua, I wrote a poem "Surveying and Mapping Team Members" and sent it to the "China Geological News", and an editor named Kang Ping liked my creativity, so he wrote to me and suggested: Let me change it to prose, and combined with the fact that I grew up in the summer resort and worked in the Huiling mining area, I was given a pen name: Huilong. And explained that the Chengde Summer Resort is the place where the emperor lives, Zunhua Huiling is the place where the emperor rests after his death, and both places are the places where the true dragon Tianzi stays, so you are called Huilong, right? A dragon given to us by God...

So, when I started my career as a writer, I was always using the pen name that the famous poet Kang Ping gave me: Hui long.

It is also quite funny to say, like to write novels, did not bring me any fame and fortune, on the contrary, but often caused some disadvantages. Either offend the friends around you, or offend the leaders around you, and sometimes offend Fa Xiao and classmates. As my mother used to scold me: Dogs can't change eating, wolves can't change eating meat, I can't change the problem of liking to write novels.

For this reason, I have offended many people around me, including leaders and classmates who like to sit in the right seat.

Now, well, I'm retired, there are fewer and fewer leaders and classmates who can influence my future, and my parents' spirits in heaven will never be sad to have no place to publish them, so they must feel some relief in heaven, right?

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