I still remember that we were arranged to attend the foundation laying ceremony, that many leaders gave speeches on the rostrum, that red flowers were cut all over the floor, and that the students were running with colorful flags, which were flying in the wind and were spectacular. I remember that the sun was fine that day, and I met my old classmates Wang Jian and Qing De, who were invited to the dormitory and had a good talk.
In the summer of 27, we finished our lessons and sang songs in the old teaching building (the left front of the experimental building) (who remembers the new female classmate, the song "Rainforest" by SHE, and the singing performance of teacher Ma Baolin. ), also released his youth, and was told to report to the new teaching building next school year.
during this period, I once strolled with Mr. Chen at the weekend. We walked along Jingshanpo Road, past the front of the cinema, to the Cultural Square, and then walked along the bluestone road paved by Liu Yin against the direction of Daxi River. At that time, the project was under construction, the machines roared, and the embryonic building was surrounded by green gauze. The sound of welding and steel collision came from far away, and the lights shone brightly in the twilight. We stood quietly, enjoyed the scenery that we rarely see at ordinary times, and went back when the lights were on.
when I come back, this quiet and peaceful place is already full of people and excitement. Shops, restaurants, water rooms, playgrounds, performance tables, flower beds, porches, fountains, bulletin boards, public toilets, offices and teaching buildings and other facilities have been "online", but you can still see traces of unfinished construction, and many places are still breaking ground, working around the clock and working overtime.
There is always continuous autumn rain in the north. Once it rains, it lasts for several days. So the unpaved and hardened pavement bloomed everywhere and became a muddy beach. Some people put wooden boards, bamboo boards and other things on the road. After the bell rang, everyone flocked out and rushed to the restaurant. As soon as I passed the bridge and broke through, hundreds of feet stepped on bamboo, like messy rain feet and rushing drums. Everyone is like a leisurely butterfly, a dragonfly with water. Although he doesn't say that he is striding, he is as fast as flying, which is very interesting. The only fly in the ointment is that a female classmate named Li Yuan in the class accidentally sprained her ankle.
She should rest after spraining her ankle, but she insisted on coming to school. Li mother was a householder at that time, so it was convenient to take care of her. That's why I got to know Li Fu. According to people, he is a middle school political teacher. I played a few games of chess with him, and both won and lost. He praised me at that time. Although he didn't say much, he was especially sincere.
A few years later, I met Li Mu at my cousin's wedding reception. She asked me what I was doing, and my father replied, "Raising pigs". Li mother naturally didn't believe it, but my father insisted. I had to bow my head in shame, and I was busy drinking water, wishing I could not get into the floor tiles.
At the end of the first semester, on a cold winter evening, the school informed senior three students to move to the old building of the former Chengguan Middle School. So we have a desk with stools stacked on it, and the frame of the desk is filled with books and review materials, lining up to "move", much like the migrating herds on the African prairie. At that time, who ever looked up, saw the stars on the sky, and thought of thousands of lights on earth; Has anyone ever looked around, felt the breeze running slowly by the temples beside their ears, and thought of the kite that rose to the sky in February and March in early spring? Who has ever introspected, heard the cheerful beating heart in his chest, and thought that the pen tip rustled on the paper in the rigorous examination room six months later? No, I only remember that everyone was talking and laughing, and it was rare to enjoy this short happy moment like "fresh air". Teaching buildings, classrooms, windows and lights are like a giant beast, tearing up clothes at night. We are in this bloody battlefield, and never thought that the departure of youth turned out to be a sadness that is not bright.
In this old building, I once worked with Rui Ji, Tianyang, Meng Wei (and a classmate in Class 9, who is a Sao. Let's look at the southeast of the county, where the annual large-scale fireworks display is in full swing on the evening of the 16th day of the first month. On a cold night in the northern part of the motherland, the moonlight is flowing, the stars are dull, the lanterns are like a tide, and tourists are weaving. People are filled with great happiness and satisfaction, and they walk shoulder to shoulder at the foot of Jingshan Mountain, on the platform and beside the stream. Fireworks lit up the sky, sighing the last shape, and being amazed by the next color, this shape is like flowers, and that color is like wreaths. In an instant, flowers are blooming and tassels are wreathed. Of course, it also illuminates our determined and energetic faces. At that time, we didn't speak, only flickering colors reflected in our dark and bright pupils.
It's on the fourth floor of this old building. On May 12, 28, it shook and the mountains and rivers changed color. At first, I thought that the loader working in the big playground behind the building hit this single-sided building, and I hurried out of the door, only to find that everyone ran downstairs, so I didn't take anything and followed the crowd. When we got to the open space in front of the building, we found that there was dust and smoke in the mountains to the west, and everyone was shocked and panicked. Soon someone searched the internet and realized that it was an earthquake. The first class in the afternoon is the history of the head teacher, Liu Dai. In class, he announced the decision of the school to have a holiday today, and told us that during the earthquake in 76, he saw the embolus on the cave door sway over and over.
in the afternoon, five telephones installed in the store were smashed and there was a long queue. At that time, the cell phone signal was disturbed, but the telephone line escaped, and you could communicate with your family hundreds of miles away. Everyone's face was anxious, and the questions seemed incoherent. In order to take care of the people behind, the store changed its old style and stipulated that it could only talk for two minutes at most. It is good for students in the city to go home, and there is little need to call to ask about safety.
We had a holiday, and we didn't have any evening study. I walked alone to the center of the city and visited several familiar bookstores. Walking across the bridge above the Daxi River, I saw a pool of stagnant water lying lifeless in the mud and hay, and I couldn't show any pictures. Daxi River is bored and flows lazily. May is the dry season. It doesn't care about human affairs, and it doesn't care about the waves on the flat ground.
At night, when the dormitory was resting, there were aftershocks (whether there were any or not, no one knows, maybe someone had a stiff neck, maybe they were under psychological pressure, or they really shook). So word spread, and everyone put on their clothes and got out of bed in the dark. Only when they got downstairs did they find that there were only a few boys, while the girls were already crowded downstairs. Some were afraid of the cold, wearing wide robes, and some were carrying a lot of things. It seemed that they were going to make a floor. I was surprised at that time. These delicate girls usually need help to twist a mineral water bottle cap. Today, it's really an eye-opener. They run faster than rabbits. Look at the boys again, some of them are sleepy, pulling their slippers down step by step; Some are complaining with their companions, covering their mouths with their palms and yawning from time to time; What's more, I haven't come down at all, and I'm still dreaming about the Duke of Zhou. A dream for a thousand years, but that's all. Some people are awake, pretending to be grandfathers, and they are too lazy to come down. At that age, it is impossible to look down on life and death, just afraid of moving, plus a little trust in the seismic level of the new dormitory building.
I once saw a Russian writer describe that when the elderly were dying, men were insensitive, indifferent and at a loss, but women quickly opened drawers, took out medicines for careful examination, gave emergency medicine to the patients, then fetched a basin of water, wiped the patients' faces, tried to make the patients feel better, put on their coats and hats and went to call the doctor. Therefore, he sincerely feels that women are indeed more practical than men in some aspects, with clear minds, accurate judgments, achievements and courage to take responsibility. "As it is."
Acacia and love in adolescence are idealistic and destructive. Jia Baoyu's relationship with Lin Daiyu, Liang Shanbo's relationship with Zhu Yingtai, Romeo's relationship with Juliet and so on are all based on this principle. Many worries in my youth are filled with several big diaries. Jiang Yanrong in Qiong Yao's Out of the Window and Lu Yiping in Deep Rain. The wishful joy and blurted words in adolescence are also stupid and chilling. Looking back on it alone a few years later, "it's just a joke with others", which is not worth mentioning.