Those memories of conch shells
Huang Zihong
Recently, I accidentally browsed a video in "Love Apartment 2", which happened to be the scene where Zeng Xiaoxian and Lu Ziqiao spoofed Guan Gu's magic and played the "conch girl" in reverse.
Born in the mainland provinces in the early 1980s, as a child, I did hear the story of the genuine "Conch Girl".
At that time, just a few years after the reform and opening up, the material and cultural life was not very rich and abundant.
Just as the real record and description in this year's Spring Festival Comedy "Hello, Li Huanying", a micro-small black-and-white TELEVISION set of more than ten inches at that time was an unattainable "communist ideal" for the basic configuration of an ordinary family.
At that time, the way for the broad masses of the people to understand the outside world was one of the few newspaper reading columns in towns, factories and mines, and the radio horns that could be seen everywhere in towns and villages.
Since the mid-1980s, when there was a female singer named Cheng Lin who sang popular sweet songs in China, the popularity of this singer was no less than that of Teresa Teng, Qi Yu and Su Rui, and the songs left behind and circulated so far include the well-known "Panda Mimi", "Stepping on the Waves", and "Xiaoluo":
The small snail number drip blows, the seagull listens to the spread of wings to fly; the small snail number drips blow, the waves listen to the smile slightly...
Perhaps it is the pervasive infection of this song, growing up in the hinterland, when I was young, I often wondered, what is the sea like, and how delicate, beautiful and charming are those conch shells?
Later, I listened to some songs related to "the sea" and "beach", and I also saw colorful shells and conchs of different shapes in some newspapers, magazines and TV movies, which I thought was very magical.
That year's trip to Xiamen, others were desperately buying souvenirs, only I spent most of my time on the beach picking up shells and conch shells, cleaning and drying slightly, and stuffing them into my luggage... As a result, it once became a "turtle from the mountains" in the eyes of others.
At that time, quite a few of those conch shells and shells were given to others by me, and some of them were gradually weathered and broken, and there are still two or three complete ones left in my drawer.
Later, through the study and cognition of school and books, I learned that conchs and shells belong to molluscs, which have multiplied and evolved in the hundreds of millions of years of vicissitudes. Those shells and conch shells are small houses that carry their dreams and hopes.
About when I was in junior high school, I should have seen such a sentence in Qiong Yao's "Burning Bar Firebird": "He put the conch shell to his ear and listened to the heartbeat and breathing from the sea..." At that time, I felt that Qiong Yao wrote it really well...
Later, I also ate some seafood and seafood, but I prefer to collect shellfish rather than shellfish.
More than ten years ago, a friend from a coastal province sent me several small handicrafts of shell products: wind chimes, Chinese knots, calves... Beautiful and ingenious.
Occasionally, I put my ear to them and listen to the heartbeat and breathing from the sea.