In my youth, my life was a hasty hike with my backpack on.
The outside world, imagined, is wonderful and beautiful. But after going through the wind, frost, rain and snow, you know that every step has depth and shallowness, every journey is accompanied by comfort and troubles, and every bit of enlightenment and enlightenment is inseparable from the points and help of others. It is also through the walk that you realize that life outside is handed over, and there are also "brothers and sisters" like kindness.
The warmth of friendship also allows your full passion to be constantly warmed, so that your steps are like a spring breeze. Like many people, I set off as a young man and went on the road without being mentally prepared.
That year, the university resumed enrollment, and after self-registration, unit recommendation, and cultural examinations, I was admitted to the Department of Journalism of Fudan University in Shanghai.
It just so happens that He Wannan, the head of the reporting group of the municipal party committee of this work unit, is also a graduate of the journalism department of Fudan University. She introduced to me that Fudan University is a well-known key university in the country. The Department of Journalism was unique among universities in the country (it is said that Peking University had only journalism and no department at that time). Chen Wangdao, the president of Fudan University, is also a well-known university scholar, and the Communist Manifesto was the first to be translated into Chinese. She said, "You are fortunate to go to Fudan, and we will be alumni from now on." ”
When young people meet fortunate things, it is like honey in their hearts, how can they not be happy!
When my parents learned that I was going to university in the metropolis of Shanghai, they quickly decided to kill a pig and sell it for 120 yuan, all of which was given to me. They said that you have to master the time in class, and when you get there, you go to buy a Shanghai watch (but later, the Shanghai watch was supplied with a ticket, and it has not been bought, and the money has to be brought back).
The eldest sister gave me a blanket, and the second sister bought me back a pound of wool and a sweater. With a thin quilt and some simple daily necessities, and with the relief and dinging of my parents, I took the train from Nanning to Shanghai.
The school opened on September 1, and I arrived in Shanghai on August 30 with my classmate Huang Shiye from the same department in Guangxi, as well as Criminal Zhiping from the Department of Chinese, and Meng Jieqiang from the Department of International Politics.
When I got off the train that day, it was more than 10 o'clock in the evening, and there were many schools holding signs to welcome new students on the dimly lit platforms of the station. All the way to the past, there are Shanghai Jiao Tong University, Shanghai Tongji University, Shanghai Normal University, Shanghai University of Finance and Economics, Shanghai Institute of Chemical Technology, Shanghai Overseas Chinese College...
When everyone was trying to search for "Fudan University", there were students not far away who greeted, "Students from Fudan University come here to gather, and we go back to school together." ”
"There is a car to take us to school, don't worry about running into a big city where we are not familiar with life." There was a secret joy in my heart. On the school bus, I began to gaze all the way at the unfamiliar streetscape. Tall buildings, neon lights, overpasses flashed quickly through the windows, street lights stretched out into the distance one after another, stopping and stopping countless times on the crossroads with traffic lights, and did not reach the school.
"The school is still far from the city." Seeing the "Shanghai Overseas Chinese College" passing by, I thought that the school was about to arrive, but the car still had to walk for a long time.
The car drove quickly on the way to school, and the cold wind came through the window, and then I first felt that the climate in Shanghai was very different from our hometown. When we came, we got on the bus in thin shirts, but when we arrived here, the temperature was much lower, and I shivered with cold along the way.
When I entered Building 6 of the Journalism Department's student dormitory, it was already 11 o'clock. In the first room downstairs, we were received by two senior classmates and a master and a teacher.
The teacher is tall and thin and wears a pair of glasses. He introduced himself and said, "My name is Teacher Zhou, and I am your homeroom teacher. I'll be with you in the future. ”
He asked us if our luggage had arrived, and Huang Shiye said in response: "The luggage is checked in, and it will not arrive until one or two days." ”
Teacher Zhou turned around and said to a man named Master Xiao Lu, "It seems that they have to borrow a quilt for them." ”
"Okay, I'll go get it." Master Li turned around and went out.
That night, I slept in Building 6 of the Journalism Department's student dormitory, dreaming solidly. At this time, I felt that when I was in junior high school, I dreamed of coming to a big city to study at a university, and finally my dream came true.
Register the next day. Come to the hall of unified registration of the school, which has long been crowded, and many new students have also arrived to register today.
There are many windows in the hall, and each department is responsible for one window. I stopped by and was looking at the registration window of the journalism department when a petite and pretty girl beat me and walked by, and I looked at her, and she looked at me. She walked up to the information desk and asked the staff, "Where is the registration of the Department of Journalism?" ”
The staff told her that it was the fifth window.
"Oh, she's in the journalism department too." Needless to ask, I am registered at the same window as her.
I stood behind her, just patiently waiting for her to finish her formalities. I was restrained, and I did not dare to ask the name of this "same window". But it was this "same window" who gave me a lot of help in the next three years of study and life.
Students from more than two dozen provinces and regions have arrived. Teacher Zhou presided over the first class meeting, at which he announced the establishment of a temporary party branch in the class, the students were divided into four small classes, and read out the names of the members of the temporary branch committee, and the list of students in each small class and the name of the class leader. I was in the fourth class, and Zhang Peimin was both a branch member and a class leader of the fourth class. It was a coincidence that she was the "same window" I had seen for the first time on the day I registered.
Later, it was learned that Zhang Peimin was a party member at a young age and was a party member in her original work unit, which showed that she did a very good job.
Zhang Peimin has a lively, cheerful, smiley, amiable, meticulous and caring personality, and is a local student in Shanghai.
There are more Shanghai students in the class, usually study and discuss, they love to speak in Shanghainese, Zhang Peimin said to them, "Or speak Mandarin, so that our students from other places can understand." ”
Later, our foreign classmates all loved to fish a few words of Shanghainese, at this time, she patiently taught us to say "Allah", "Don't be bothered", "Well"...
With the arrival of winter, the weather is getting colder and colder, Zhang Peimin saw that Huang Shiye's quilt and I were relatively thin, and there was no mattress bottom, she taught us to buy a cotton tire to come back, and lay another sheet on it. She said, "If you don't have a sheet, you can pull a few feet of cloth." After that, she introduced us to North Sichuan Road to buy cotton tires, and told us how to go, take a few cars, and then turn a few cars, and what stores can be bought. (The thin cotton tire I bought back later has been kept until now.) ）
Having a warm winter in Shanghai for the first time, I felt the warmth of mutual care among my classmates.
In fact, this warm current that waters the soul does not come from more than one place.
During the winter vacation that year, most of our foreign students did not go home, and the Spring Festival was spent in school. Shanghai classmate Liu Haigui was worried that we were lonely and homesick during the festival, so he invited us to his home and made many special dishes to entertain everyone.
What I remember most is the plate of clams that are only the size of red melon seeds. When tasting this dish, I was afraid that everyone would say that I was a "dirt bun", and I did not dare to ask them how to eat it, so I even bit the shell of the clam and swallowed it into my stomach.
In the spring semester of the following year, I went to Chongming Island with my classmates to conduct rural social surveys. At that time, the spring was cold, the weather was still very cold, and I only brought a thin quilt and the bottom cotton tire. When I arrived at the station, I found that the bed was not a wooden bed but a barbed wire bed, and after the futon was laid, the soft cotton wool was drilled out of the mesh hole, and I could not sleep at all. Song Defang saw my helplessness and embarrassment for a while, and he said: "You don't have a mattress, I'll give you a plastic film, put it under the bottom and then spread cotton wool." "He was also eager to come over and help me put it on.
Thanks to the plastic film he used to cover the package, this solved my temporary dilemma.
However, in the next few nights, I felt that the bed was particularly cold, and I often couldn't sleep at night, and I didn't understand what the reason was. Until the team returned to the school to roll up the cover, it was found that the cotton wool at the bottom of the mat could actually be twisted out of the water. It turned out that it was the body temperature gas, and the plastic film could not be emitted and became water.
In fact, for more than ten days, I slept on the water, and I didn't sleep at all. This also gave me a solid life experience.
That winter, we went to the factory again to conduct enterprise investigations. I was in a group with Liu Xiaoping, Chen Huafang, Wei Wen, Xie Luo, Zhang Guoliang and several other students, and went down to a textile factory. The cold wave hit and the temperature was very low. Liu Xiaoping and Chen Huafang saw that I was wearing only a thin pair of pants, so they said to me: "Xiaolong, you can't get through the winter with a pair of single pants, go buy back the yarn, let's give you a pair of sweater pants." One pound and two or two is enough. ”
So, according to their instructions, I bought back a pound of cheap woolen wool in black. Liu Xiaoping, Chen Huafang, Wei Wenyan, three female students, used their spare time to take turns weaving. Miss Shero was not very skilled, but when the three of them were tired of weaving, they also picked up the needle and slowly operated. Within a week, a pair of warm sweaters was on top of me.
Classmates' affectionate eyes, a little worry and discomfort in your life, they will see clearly, and timely reach out to help. And for your momentary collision and offense, they did not go to their hearts, and soon let the emotional discomfort disappear.
When I was studying at Jiefang Daily, Zhang Guoliang and I were in the rural group of the editorial department. Once, he and I accepted an interview task given by the leader and went to a unit in Songjiang to collect and write an internal reference manuscript. When I started writing after the interview, I disagreed with him a bit. Maybe everyone was young and vigorous at that time, and they couldn't reconcile for a while. So I had to suggest that the manuscript should indicate who was going to write how. Later, the editor-in-chief adopted my writing style, and after the manuscript was sent, that day during the lunch break, in the haze, I heard Zhang Guoliang sitting next to my neighbor's bed, reading the words I had written repeatedly.
Zhang Guoliang, the youngest and mild-mannered, did not remember my stubbornness. He had all the time with me. Once when I came home on a Saturday, he invited me to his house on Sunday and drew a traffic map of his home's address. Unfortunately, it didn't go anywhere. But the road map he gave me, I also kept for a long time, until I moved to dispose of it.
People say that Shanghainese are stingy and calculating, but I don't think so. Because there is more than one Shanghai classmate who is so generous, Zhang Guoliang. He also has a memorable past with Ni Qifeng.
I remember that in the first semester of the new students, when they studied in the army to the army, more than a dozen of my classmates in the same small class as Ni Qifeng went down to a certain unit of the Air Force Ground Service. In order to make the various activities in the barracks sound and colorful, Teacher Zhou assigned me to be the interim editor-in-chief of the "Blackboard Newspaper" in the field.
Learning to be a serious book, I carefully organize, edit, and typeset. When I received a small poem from Ni Qifeng, I read it and felt that the idea of the manuscript was not very concentrated, so I made a big change, and changed three sentences in four sentences. I thought that by doing so he would admire my level. But as soon as the manuscript was published on the board, he had a very good opinion on me. He said without complaint, how can you change my work like this?
I replied with a reasonable reason: "Isn't it good to clarify the idea of the manuscript for you?" "If you want to change, you have to ask me to change, aren't you imposing it on others?" He answered me unhappily.
Teacher Zhou knew about this. Teacher Zhou talked to me, and he said: "To revise articles, we must learn to respect others, change the author's things, and obtain the consent of others." "This is also the truth that Teacher Zhou taught me to be a person."
I knew that I didn't do something wrong, but later I didn't apologize to Ni Qifeng very well, but he didn't remember me for it. Later, Ni Qifeng and Shu Ping also became the two introducers for me to join the party. Ni Qifeng is generous, generous, and has no heart, and I am ashamed to think of it. The lack of him in the past, now, can only say a belated "sorry" to him here.
The years are like a stream, the past is like a boat, it carries the time and the time together with us gradually enter the good state of old age.
If life is good, it is because there are many good memories, let us chew slowly.
The taste of beauty nourishes our hearts at all times, making our spiritual life more and more pure, noble and faster and more alive.