Text/Old Marshal
In late autumn, the coolness brought by the rain comes not only from the air but also from the bottom of the heart. Last night's rain, fragmentary but uninterrupted, the ticking sound from time to time slapped the window, like a sobbing, and like a sad tune drifting away from the song.
Best friend Feng Sheng brother died of illness! 63 Spring and Autumn, 63 years old Fenghua, he walked away with a round face and a smile forever. There is no immortal time, no undefeated flowers, and my friendship with him, in the long years, has lasted forever, engraved in the heart, and is immortal.
Gu Lai's heartache parting! Knowing that Brother Fengsheng was gone, the long night was sleepless. Early in the morning, there is no landing on the yellow leafy path of the neighborhood next to the home, the wind is cold, and the yellow leaves are flying, and the past is vague and filling the heart.
Brother Fengsheng was an alumnus of my agricultural school, one year older than me, and I did not know him in those years of agricultural school. In 1981, I graduated and was assigned to work at the seed station of the Bama Agricultural Bureau, and it was at that time that I began to have a relationship with Brother Fengsheng.
I remember that year was also this season, a place of late autumn, full of makeup on the mountain. On a sunny day, I went to the countryside alone for the first time to carry out a mission to conduct a soybean variety resource survey in Dongshan Township, Bama County. That year, I was 20 years old, just out of school, and I couldn't distinguish between east and west, south and north, how to carry out my work? Fortunately, the old comrade of the seed station told me that the station manager of the Dongshan Promotion Station was named Tan Fengsheng, who was his own Du'an hometown. Fellow and alumni, although there were no tears when they met, Feng Sheng's brother was as enthusiastic as fire, which made me unforgettable. He not only personally took me down to the village to investigate, but also gave meticulous care in life. Dongshan Township is a dashi mountain township, looking up is the slope, go out to climb the mountain, the sample taken in the work, the luggage carried by the body, Fengsheng brother is always alone to pick; into the house to find a place to spend the night, three meals a day how to solve, are Fengsheng brother with his own and the mountain people's fish and water conditions to solve ... After more than a week of getting along, I found that Feng Sheng's face was always full of smiles, and his enthusiasm was like a pot of burning charcoal, always steaming hot, warming those who needed his help. Just like the first night of a girl, my first time with Brother Fengsheng was enough to make people remember it for a lifetime.
Soon after getting to know Fengsheng, he was transferred to the Jiazhu Township Promotion Station. Since the main project I was responsible for working at the seed station was dry farming, jia seal is the hometown of fish and rice, a variety of rice, I rarely have the opportunity to go there to the countryside, but as soon as he has the opportunity to come to the county, do not mention one or two pounds of jia seal oil fish, mention a few pounds of tofu, bean sprouts and the like, a pot of vegetables in my shack-like dormitory, a few agricultural school classmates assigned to Bama together to eat the good meal brought to everyone by Fengsheng brother. At that time, just when I was young, everyone had no worries, and after two or three glasses of wine, they shouted and guessed at least, and often made a lot of noise.
In the early 1980s, too many people did not dare to expect anything other than to dress and eat. Fortunately, Feng Sheng and I both love literature and calligraphy, and every time we get together, I talk very little with him about the problems of this profession, and most of them are reading stories and practicing writing experience. In 1985, I took the adult college entrance examination, went to Guangxi Agricultural College for two years of further study, graduated and returned to Bama shortly after the establishment of Dahua County, I was transferred to Dahua to participate in the preparation of the new county, and since then I have rarely met Fengsheng brother. Probably in 1991, Fengsheng Brother was also transferred to Dahua, and the fate of the gathering was scattered, and Fengsheng Brother and I continued to live together by the Hongshui River.
In Dahua, Feng Sheng brother once served as the director of the county agricultural regional planning office, the science and technology bureau, and the deputy director of the statistics bureau. During this period, I also experienced in many departments directly under the county, although not in the same unit, but I feel sorry for each other, we often find ways to get together, talk about work, talk about anecdotes, and also talk about words and life.
In the past few years, I am about to retire, the people I once knew have gradually become strangers, and some of the people who have been introduced as confidants have also become less and less contact, while my brother Feng Sheng and I are getting closer and closer. This is because, when I was in a panic, I had a sudden idea that I would realize my dream of being a writer in my lifetime. Because Brother Fengsheng also likes literature, I told him this idea, he not only gave encouragement and support for my inseparability in literature, but also he read each of my articles very carefully, he did not perfunctory, did not whitewash, and pointed out the mistakes and omissions to me in time, and proposed revisions.
I joined the Guangxi Writers Association in 2019 and the Chinese Ethnic Minority Writers Association in 2020, fulfilling my dream of becoming a writer. Along the way, Brother Fengsheng has helped a lot. He not only reads every article of mine, but also often leaves comments and criticisms like mr. Qin Guoming, an alumnus. When I was preparing to publish a collection of novels and essays, I sent him two thick samples of manuscripts, and he carefully read, proofread, and corrected line by line, and my collection of essays could be published smoothly. He doesn't say I don't ask, but his true dedication to his friends is like the earth for all things, only giving, not taking.
My common love for literature has sublimated my friendship with Brother Fengsheng. Although what I like is prose, what he likes is rhythmic poetry, but the desire for literature has turned us into two yellow orioles who sing with pity, and he has poems that I will first appreciate, and his works are the first readers from beginning to end. Sighing at his good righteousness, when he retired and concurrently served as the secretary general of the county old science and technology association, he repeatedly pushed my article to the relevant association at the higher level, and when the manuscript fee came, he would send it to me with a red envelope at the first time...
Brother Fengsheng is a confidant to me, and to others, he is also a true disposition, eager to be righteous, enthusiastic to help others, and is a truly humble gentleman. Hating the injustice of heaven, a person who can be honored with the list of good people, Jing suffered from a terminal illness last year, and after a year of struggle, he finally withered in this sad late autumn. The Scythians are dead. Remembering the goodness of Brother Fengsheng, dripping in my heart, I didn't feel tears and couldn't bear to write again.
The book has no long companion, since the yellow oriole language. My literary night complaint, in the vast sea of people, Feng Sheng brother is not much, can sing with the song and lead to the yellow oriole. Now that the Yellow Oriole has flown away from heaven, good friends are hard to find, and it is sad! It hurts! Life don't die away from the cone heartache, tears embellished ruler su sent yellow oriole, Feng Sheng brother all the way good, miss endlessly, the old handsome will always miss you!