Oil Sunflower Qingqing (prose)

In the spring of 2002, after leaving the post to rest according to the regulations, there was a feeling of relief, and the nerves that were usually very tight were immediately relaxed, and the pace was half a beat slower than in the past. In the past, the favorite "Love to Fight to Win" became "You are too tired, it is time to rest". The habit of waking up at six o'clock soon changed. Sometimes i slept for most of the day, and after two months, I finally had the "general's belly" that I had envied for a long time. The law of life has become "eating - idle - sleeping", the child said: "Dad, stay after eating, stay after eating, and gradually become 'dementia'".

But this joke touched me very much. The desire to do something came naturally. But when I calmed down and thought about what to do, my mind went blank again. Like a car that has been parked for a long time, when you want to start again, you can dryly step on the engine and light it.

"Dementia" is not my wish, I can't lift my spirits when I do something, and I feel a little dazed for a while. One day, I received a call from my old classmate and asked me to go back to my hometown to have a look. "Yes, going back to my hometown, back to the land where I was born and raised, at least can make me relive my childhood dreams." 」

When I returned home, it was just in time for the rain. After a few days of continuous rain, I could only stay in the house, which made the mood more boring. It was not easy to clear, and the earth was covered with a thick fog. At this time, I was like a fish that was anxious to breathe on the surface of the water due to the lack of oxygen in the water. Ignoring the mud on the ground, I got up early and went for a walk at the edge of the village.

When I came to the west of the village, I overheard a chicken cry in the field half a mile away. "How can there be a family in the earth?" Who lives there? Curiosity led me away.

In the middle of a golden field of oil sunflowers, there is a simple thatched hut. A reed rooster in front of the door, as if it was intending to lead the way for me, was still singing. An old man with a childlike crane hair is cleaning the courtyard. See my old man greeted me warmly out the door. "Rare guest, rare guest, come into the house and sit down!" "Are you...?" I don't know the origin of the old man, I don't know how to call it, I am a little hesitant. The old man was very alert and saw at a glance my embarrassment. "Oh, my name is Wang Siyuan, I was born in this village, I went out to study when I was young, I never came back, the leaves fell back to the roots, and I only returned to my hometown this year." After I gave my name, he held my hand tightly and became more affectionate. "I know, I know, we still have my aunt and uncle, don't be polite, please sit in the house!" "Since I kissed, I thought it was true!" Maybe it's that there are very few outsiders coming and feeling lonely, or maybe it's that I'm afraid that I'm new and embarrassed to stay for a long time. Elder Wang was particularly enthusiastic. Sincerely invite me to have breakfast with him. Elder Wang's movements were very sharp, he just brewed chrysanthemum tea, and opened a bottle of canned beef and a bottle of canned sardines. Turning around, I brought a bottle of two and a half pounds of ginseng goji berry wine. "This wine has been soaked for more than three years, usually reluctant to drink, distinguished guests at the door, can not be stingy!" Looking at my sincere and fearful look, Elder Wang smiled heartily. "'The most difficult wind and rain fellow countrymen come', I see that you are also a person with a temperament, why should you be so formal, accompany me to drink a few drinks today!" Elder Wang's boldness and humor infected me, and the banner on the wall that read, "Old Ji Futuo, Determined to Be in a Thousand Miles" also made me awe-inspired. So I became calm and seated. After two glasses of wine, Elder Wang's box of words opened. Without waiting for me to ask, he told his experience without reservation.

Elder Wang is the first generation of college students in New China. In 1957, he was beaten to the right for daring to speak out. He protested with a hunger strike, which resulted in a conviction of counter-revolution and a sentence of seventeen years. He is imprisoned in Acheng Prison in Heilongjiang Province. After being imprisoned, his wife left him with her one-year-old son.

Unable to stand the intense stimulation, he committed suicide, but attempted suicide. The sentence was added for another four years. "I always wanted to die, and then something changed my outlook on life and made me feel up again." "What makes you so moved"? "Oil Sunflower"! "Oil sunflower"? "Yes, it's oil sunflower"! "Look!" Following Elder Wang's fingers, I saw a small oil sunflower planted in a flower pot on the windowsill, and I wondered, "There are so many plants outside, why is there still one in the house"? I was about to ask the truth, when I suddenly noticed that Elder Wang's tone had become low, and tears of excitement flashed in his eyes. "It was the oil sunflower that saved me!"

On July 18, 1967, the correctional authorities arranged for us to go down to the ground to shovel oil sunflowers. I was very good with me, and I was always persuaded to wake up to my inmates who were thinking about it, and told me: "There is a nickname for the oil sunflower, called 'Sixty Days Home'. It takes only sixty days from planting to harvesting. "Sixty days to return home?" Yes, not only that, you see", Su Woke pointed to an oil sunflower on the edge of the ground, which was grown by a seed that had inadvertently fallen while planting the land. "Even if no one cares about her, she will not waste her life, she still has to take root and blossom and bear fruit." I looked down at the small oil sunflower and saw that she was only a foot and a half tall, the rod was not as thick as a small finger, and it still produced a awazur plate the size of a ping-pong ball. There are actually more than a dozen sunflower seeds on the plate. I couldn't help but tremble in my heart, "Little oil sunflower, so precious to their own lives, it can be said that people do not put it in their eyes at all, but it still has to make its own contribution, reflect its own value." I'm a man, how many more sixty days do I have! How can you not love your own life, how can you be worthy of your father and elder in your hometown?"

Just at this point, Elder Wang's mobile phone rang. He opened his phone and spoke English. After the phone call, looking at me a little confused, Elder Wang explained: "After I got out of prison, I set up a pharmaceutical factory that specialized in producing 'Snow Lotus Brand' plaster for the treatment of rheumatism. Now the annual output value is more than 20 million. When I was older, I gave the factory to my son. I am now the chairman of the board, and I ask about big things, and they do small things. Just now it was Main James calling to urge the goods, the US market is almost out of stock, he is a little anxious. ”

Elder Wang went on to say, "Since July 18, 1967, I have become another person, studying medical books hard, seriously reforming, and after I was released from prison in 1978, I brought a bag of oil sunflower seeds. Wherever you go, you have to plant oil sunflowers, and if you don't have land, you use potted plants. It was she who told me to cherish life, it was she who told me to fight for the day! ”

Hearing this, the corners of my eyes were moist, a stream of heat surged through my body, and the song of "Love to Fight to Win" sounded in my ears. There is a kind of ease in the whole body after being punctured and then unraveled. Involuntarily, he stood up, walked to the window, and bowed solemnly to Xiao Youkui. He turned around and bowed to Elder Wang again. "Thank you, thank you, oil sunflower is your teacher, you are my teacher"!

2024.8.30