Thirty years ago, I can't remember whether to ride a bicycle or walk, I rushed to the market with my neighbors, it was noon, and the neighbor proposed to go to his classmates' homes in Dagudian Street for a while, it was the early days of reform and opening up, and the package production was the first few years of the household, just idle, we had time, I agreed.
His classmates lived on the side of the road at the old station of Dagudian, and when they walked to the door, the first thing that caught their eyes was a book stall, two bamboo fences, one by one, neatly arranged with martial arts novels and fashion magazines that were popular at that time. In fact, I already knew about this book stall, and quietly browsed a few times, because most of them have seen it, plus they are not rich on hand, just look, do not plan to buy, did not ask, so do not know who the boss is.
Just stopped at the door for a few tens of seconds, the house strode out of a white and clean, square head round face, medium stature, loud voice, schoolboy-like young man, holding his classmate in one hand, while holding my hand, quickly let us into the house, through tea and chat, found that we have many common hobbies. Although we hated each other late, in that era when the material was not yet abundant, I did not want to trouble others to spend money on hospitality, and when I got up to leave, the neighbor's classmates insisted on staying, and they had to eat and then leave. So far, I can't remember what I ate that day, I don't drink myself, so I can't remember whether they drank or not, in short, they talked very happily and lingered. The neighbor's classmates and I met in this way.
In the days that followed, we, like other acquaintances, met occasionally or on the road, smiled at each other, said hello, and that was it. Later, my neighbor died young, and in the ten years before he arrived in Yiwu, although I knew my neighbor's classmates, I did not have too much intersection, but just listened to others and said that he had arrived in Yiwu.
Under the pressure of life, I also went out to work in 2006. I began to work in a company in Guangzhou, and lived a life of not dying of hunger or bad. Later, when my brother-in-law and cousin talked to me on the phone every day, they said how yiwu side had a good business, and could not withstand their intentional or unintentional "temptation", so I moved to Yiwu with my family at the end of 2011. Because of the strong help of relatives and many compatriots, I was able to change careers relatively smoothly. Although every day is a manual work, but the yearning and pursuit of literature in the heart has never stopped, at this time the neighbor's classmates have created a world here. Every day I can see his essays and diaries, mostly poetry, and occasional prose. The prose is mainly documentary, the language is clear and fluent, the meaning is clearly expressed, and the level of writing has clearly exceeded the graffiti works of many literary enthusiasts at that time.
In the first six months of arriving in Yiwu, I was not familiar with the business, the business started, although it was within easy reach, it was visible day and night, but there was no time to talk and party with him too much, or to see his works on the Internet, especially poetry, unique style, novel artistic conception, I even thought that he copied and adapted it on the Internet, several times I copied his poem Baidu, the result was not found similar samples, I was ashamed of myself. From then on, I realized that I was really out of reach for his new poems. His poems are not only novel, but they always use the most appropriate language to express feelings that can only be understood inexpressibly. The incomparable attachment to his hometown and the passionate acura are the main lines that run through all his works.
The friend who has been silently together for so long turns out to be so talented, and slowly I am really impressed with him!
There is a cultural relics market near our market, every weekend, I always go in and browse, the most attractive thing to me is a few old book stalls, one day, I was concentrating on reading old books, suddenly my shoulder was tapped, a loud voice said: "Brother, you are here too!" Looking up, I found that it was the neighbor's classmate. He also likes to visit old book stalls. On this day we were full of harvest, I bought two big bags of old books, and he bought two big slips. I read for the purpose of reading – I only buy what I love to read (mostly what I wanted to buy as a child and couldn't afford or couldn't buy). And he is for the purpose of collecting - whatever he thinks is valuable and worth collecting, regardless of whether it is cheap or expensive, and it is all within the scope of his ability. Since then, every weekend, we always walked to the old book stall, he picked his, I chose mine. After going home together, when they are empty, they will come together to talk about life ideals and likes and dislikes, and most of his "Scavenging House" books are gathered again and again. He likes to drink but does not drink heavily, occasionally plays small cards (mainly entertaining with friends) but does not like to gamble. Although he is a businessman, he does not take the money very seriously, since coming to this market, there are many relatives and friends here, no matter which family invites guests, it is always indispensable to call him, and he also often invites everyone to gather every three to five. Unfortunately, I am not good at drinking and cannot have fun with him.
As we became more and more intimate, so did his best works. There are often news that he has published works and won awards on various online platforms, during which there is the Fengtian Astronomical Journal celebrating the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China Poetry Starlight Award (September 1919), the Best Work Award of the Fengtian Poetry Journal Thanksgiving Parents Poetry Competition, the Fengtian Poetry Journal's 2019 Qingming Festival Poetry Essay Excellence Award, the essay "The Great Gu Shop in the Dream" was included in the outstanding works collection of the Yao Li Zhengwen Competition in Yeji District, and in January 2020, he was also named the outstanding poet of the Phoenix American Headquarters, and the work "Seventy Years Ago Night" Won the first prize of the Lu'an Municipal Education Bureau Red Story Collection, etc., on the road of literature, he really went wider and wider, more and more joyful, I witnessed him gradually embark on the ideal road for which he paid full of enthusiasm, and I also felt sincerely happy for him. At the same time, in the process of buying books and appreciating books, I was also entertained by him with occasionally writing something, and on the road of literature, I was happier and happier.
In terms of being a person, being kind to people is a major feature of him, since coming here, adults and children, no one has heard of his not being, and likes to get along with him. Began to rent a house, although a little crowded, but his father-in-law will stay for a long time every time he comes, people are old, deaf and blind, he arranged well, never bothered, the old man lives at ease and happy. Every New Year, he would arrange two elderly people in his own home to facilitate the care and companionship. Every time he returned to his hometown, his classmates also liked to party with him, no matter how rich or poor, he was always on call, of course, he always rushed to be the first to pay.
He is a very ordinary and ordinary person, although he has not had any vigorous performance, but in many ways, he is my model. His gentleness, his generosity, his kindness and understanding are examples of me being far behind. This classmate of the neighbor is Pan Kunqiu, the founder of the "Scavenging House" book house and the author of his personal poetry collection "Wandering Nostalgia", whom I have known for thirty years and have been with for more than ten years.
Author: Chen Lubao