Yu Debei Elementary ** three questions
A student
One year, my friend had a heart attack and asked me to substitute for her. This lesson is not difficult to replace, to put it bluntly, it is to talk about articles. Good articles about various historical periods. Lecture on a certain poem, a certain paragraph of Chu Ci, nineteen ancient poems, three Cao, Yu Qing, Tao Yuanming, Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, Li Du, Yuan Bai, Sansu, Wang Anshi, Yuan Xiaoling, Guan Hanqing, Ming and Qing Dynasties, late Ming sketches, Gong Zizhen. There are a lot of lists, and they are basically familiar with them, and with a little preparation, you can "open the altar". Modestly say that you can work with students to replace the class.
There were a total of 32 lectures over a period of four months. It's tiring.
The class was finished and it was very popular. In the last class, which doubled as a farewell, a student ran up to the stage and gave me a bouquet of flowers.
I'm proud in my heart.
Among my students, there was a girl who was very plump and had a cheerful personality. When I lectured, she was the first to come, always sitting in the first row, with her hands on her cheeks, always in a contemplative state. Once, when I talked about "Xiang Yu Benji" in "Historical Records", she actually cried when it came to the section on the breakthrough of the wall. She leaned on the desk with emotion, her shoulders shrugged.
I liked this student from the bottom of my heart and made her a confidant.
Imagine, among today's children, how many people can understand Xiang Yu's heroism, and how many people can know Xiang Yu's narrow-mindedness?
Since then, every time I give a lecture, I have to observe her expression, and her smile has some influence on me.
One day, I had a great headache because of a hangover, and she sat down and watched for a long time, and seemed to be aware. At the end of class, she waited at the door, and when she saw me coming out, she asked me out to eat. She took me to a small shop near the school, asked for a light side dish, a bowl of hot noodle soup, and a glass of white wine, and watched me eat them.
I asked her, "Why don't you eat it." ”
She said, "Watching you eat, you must have been drinking last night." ”
I asked, "How do you know?".”
She smiled and said, "My dad is like that, too." ”
I think she's cute.
With this relationship, when there are no classes, she often comes to my place of work to sit, and every time she leaves, she asks me to recommend a book. I have a lot of books there, so I'll introduce one or two according to her preferences. In four months, she also read about a dozen books. At that time, I was choosing Japanese books for my child – he was studying Japanese, so he had a lot of Japanese literature at hand. I recommended to her the works of Yoshimoto Barbana, Nanae Aoyama, Kengo Ishiguro, and others, as well as the works of Kawabata Ryoshi and Norio Mishima. Later, she told me that she liked Mishima's "Afternoon Drag" and "Tide", and I was not surprised.
It's the end of the semester in the blink of an eye. She suddenly asked me out for dinner again, and I gladly went. No, this time I went to the "Hongmen Banquet", she bluntly asked me for the final exam questions, and claimed that she didn't ask for it for herself, but for a few boys in the class. That boy barely comes to class, how can I give them the questions?Even if they don't miss a class, I can't go against the principles.
She took six hundred dollars out of her pocket and put it in front of me.
I was puzzled.
She said very old-fashionedly: "It's all like this, can't they buy the question?"”
I'm really a little angry.
When she saw that I was angry, her face turned a little red, and tears fell from her eyes, and while collecting the money, she whispered, "I also want to help them, and I spend so much money to study, how can I get by." ”
I was silent, unresponsive to her words.
And that was the end of the matter.
Final exams, yes.
Five or six students have failed the course, and I don't know if it's the boys she wants to help.
After four months of recuperation, my friend was able to go to work, and I naturally withdrew from the "history forum". My temporary students also lost contact with me because they had been promoted to a level and were about to cope with internships and graduations. The girl I like occasionally sends text messages, all of which are polite greetings. Another time passed, and there were no such text messages.
In the spring of this year, I suddenly received a text message from someone from other places with a very unfamiliar mobile phone number.
I changed my phone. ”
After a while, I posted another one: "I'm so-and-so, unexpected surprise, right?".”
Again: "I want to buy a video camera." ”
I'm short of 4,000 yuan, can you lend it to me?”
You can prescribe conditions. ”
I was stunned.
I don't know if or how to reply to such a message. I hesitated, and most of the day passed.
In the evening, she sent another text message:
Coward, scares you, right?"Seems to be teasing me.
I still didn't reply to those texts because I really couldn't lend her 4,000 yuan in this way. What I didn't expect was that a few days later, I dialed her ** by mistake and her number "didn't exist".
I was stunned for a moment.
Send lights
The moonlight shines down, and the snow is silvery white.
At work, I stayed in this small mountain town far from the city. The town is not large, dozens of families, and due to inconvenient transportation, few people enter and leave in such a season.
I was completely new to small towns.
People are nearly middle-aged, their parents are not in good health, their children are studying, and their wives are chattering more and more because of the anxiety of life. The unit is being restructured, and maybe if I go back this time, I will already be included in the list of laid-off workers. Also, investing in business with former friends, I don't want to lose all my money for a while, not to mention that I can't even get back the money I borrowed......
All of this is enough to make me decadent.
I borrowed to stay in a hunter's house. Of course, he is no longer hunting and makes a living by running a grocery store. He was old, he no longer had any luxuries, and his only pleasure was to use soju to reminisce about the time when he walked through the depths of the jungle.
Have you ever seen the delivery of lights?He asked me.
I shook my head. He told me that it was a funeral ceremony in the mountains. The family had to give lamps to the deceased to light his way to the Yellow Springs. It is said that there are also flowers blooming on the road, so it will not look too scary when there are lights.
So, I heard the sound of suona, sad and long.
There was an old man in the town who died, and it is said that he died at the age of 85. He was a railroad worker and walked between two rails for decades.
Let's see what we see. Orion said.
I nodded. We followed the night road all the way west and finally arrived at the entrance of the village.
What caught my eye was the bright red coffin lying straight across the courtyard, and the coffin was crowded with a crowd of black people. The lantern-sending ceremony has just begun, and a trumpeter wears a filial piety hat and kneels at the head of the coffin holding a large suona. Three other men followed him, the only difference being that there was no whiteness on their heads.
The kneeling man placed four lamps from his knuckles to his shoulders, eight in his arms, and one on the top of his head, for a total of nine. Nine lights were on, fluttering in the cold wind.
They just want to put these nine lamps on the coffin one by one!
The sound of suona started. The kneeling one blew an intermittent mournful sound as he circled the coffin. The head is flat and the arms are bent, and the nine lamps are not moving.
Back at the coffin, someone shouted: "Stop——!The first lamp sent by the suona master is - smooth sailing!Happy ——!
It's fun, it's another week.
The second lamp is - the two dragons play with the pearl lantern.
In order, it is - Sanyang Kaitai Lamp, Four Seasons Fortune Lamp, Wufu Linmen Lamp, Sixty-six Shun Lamp, Seven Star High Lamp, Eight Exquisite Lamp, Ninety-Nine One Lamp.
This suona sound is sad, especially in the cold winter night, which makes people's bones feel cold.
Maybe it was the melody of suona that touched my state of mind, thinking about the old man who had never met the deceased, standing not far away at this moment, saying goodbye to his family.
It's a pity that no one can see him.
I had a little sentimentality in my numbness.
The leading suona craftsman hurriedly walked past me, holding the suona under his armpit, holding the reward he had just gotten in his hand, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but cross a warm smile.
I think he should be satisfied.
Drink some!Someone around him asked him again.
Drink some!The trumpeter replied, in a decisive and firm tone.
Let's go back and have a drink?Orion asked me with his hands in his arms.
Drink some!"There seems to be a ray of light in my heart.
The wind picked up again, and the snow fell one by one.
Trails
I know a writer who used to be good friends. There was a time when we weren't friends, but I don't know if we'll ever have the same true friendship with each other as we did before. This writer is very rough-looking, and it is not only his appearance that is rough, but also his character. So, every time I mention him as a writer, I always feel a little ...... for this beautiful titleWorth.
This writer used to work in a cultural center in a county town. His lover is a doctor, and the two of them have a son, and Baoli is very cute.
It is said that such an intellectual family is quite enviable in a small county. Dual-income, moreover, the work units of the two people are good, and there has not been a phenomenon of non-funding, although the writer occasionally delays the money, but it was quickly solved by the county finance.
The writer writes quite a few things.
Critics in the province commented on his work: Because he had lived in the lower echelons of society for a long time and had a better understanding of the lives of the common people, his works revealed a kind of easy, authentic, and amiable atmosphere throughout ......
I think it's a very awkward passage, but the writer often can't help but be complacent.
He always likes to say those beautiful wishes and beautiful emotions.
The writer wrote an article about divorce. Moonlight. The miserable white moonlight shines on the shoes of the ** heroine who are whiter than the moonlight. There were no lights on in the house. The afterglow of the street lamp outside the window penetrated through the gap in the thick curtain, and the long one reflected on the ground like a sword.
The writer said to me: "At that time she thought: this sword has mercilessly cut off their five years of married life. ”
Now, she's feeling really cold.
The writer writes that it was the divorce that completely hurt this woman!
When the writer wrote this **, he had already come to the provincial capital for half a year to study - the Provincial Writers Association has created an opportunity for up-and-coming authors in various regions to study, and the writer is of course the best of this group. He came to the provincial capital to study, and he was originally determined to write something good, but who knows, he soon fell into the moonlight he smeared for himself.
It is not an exaggeration to say that a writer likes girls, who made them look so charming.
These are the words of the writer, which are humorous.
The writer fell in love with a girl who wrote prose, let's call her Xiuzhi. The name is quite plain. One night, Xiuzhi took the prose she had written to the writer and asked him to help him read it. The writer watched it carefully, and after watching it, the two of them talked, and it happened that day that the school organized everyone to watch the internal film, but the writer did not go because of a small illness. As for why Xiuzhi didn't go, we don't know. Anyway, the two talked very speculatively.
Later the writer proposes to go for a drink, to the tavern on a path with moonlight.
Writers love the moon.
He said, "Look at the moon." ”
Xiuzhi said, "Like silver." ”
The first time the writer heard that the moon was like silver, he thought it was funny, and he laughed. He always thinks that his smile is very charming, but it is actually very rough, like his lover said to him: "You think you have a beautiful smile, but in fact, after all these years, I want to tell you that there is sand in your laughter!".”
A doctor's advice is so poetic.
The writer asked for my opinion on the divorce because we were good friends at the time, and he felt that my opinion was important. I remember that after a long journey, we sat on the side of the road, and I thought for a while, and said, "Let's not leave." ”
I also said a few other things, including a very utilitarian analysis of the pros and cons of divorce for him, which he also accepted at the time. Unexpectedly, in the afternoon, Xiuzhi found me and said a bunch of words to rob me, which made me very embarrassed.
The writer got divorced and took his new wife back to the town, and they went to his ex-wife's hospital when they were sick, but I don't know if he, his new wife, and his ex-wife had ever met. He and his ex-wife's children were raised by his ex-wife, and the writer said: This is the most painful thing for him!
However, this "most painful thing" is that for the writer, it has lasted for more than a year. Later, his new wife gave birth to another girl for him. On the day of the full moon, he sang generously and said, "This is the happiest thing for him!"”
Painful things, happy things, are too casual with him. It is no wonder that after such a life, he and his new wife gradually disappeared from the literary world, and the critics who once praised him also kept silent, mentioning his "regrets", but looked at each other and stopped speaking.
About the writer
Yu Debei is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, director of the Jilin Young Writers Association, and vice chairman of the Changchun Writers Association. In 1984, he began to write literature. So far, he has published more than 500,000 words of literary works in hundreds of newspapers and periodicals at home and abroad, such as "October", "Writer", "* Selected Magazine", "Beijing Literature", "Mountain Flower", "Poetry Magazine", "Prose", "Children's Literature", "Juvenile Literature and Art", and "Small ** Selected Magazine". He has published a long ** "Zero Point Start";Long essay "Me and Duanduan";Essay collection "Nature Notes" and "A Man's Spring";Short story ** collection "Juvenile Chrysanthemum Knife" and "Room Without Doors and Windows";Small ** collection "No. 10 Hangzhou Road" and "The Other End of the World";A collection of prose poems "Ferry Collection";The long fairy tale "Greenpeace Castle", "Straw Weaver and Glass Heart", "Hamster Can Write Poems";There are more than 60 long-form children's ** "Oh, Qingqing in the Suit" and so on. Among them, "No. 10 Hangzhou Road" won the first prize of China's first "Haiyan Cup" national essay competitionIn 2007, he won the 3rd China Little ** "Golden Sparrow" AwardIn 2009, "Beautiful Dream" won the "Bing Xin Book Award";In 2018, he won the 8th Bingxin Prose Award. In addition, he won the Changbai Mountain Literature and Art Award, the Junzilan Literature and Art Award, the Gongmu Literature Award and other awards. His works have been translated into Japan, Russia, the United States, Thailand, Malaysia and other countries.
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Editor: Zhang Yanhua.
Issued: Pang Yun.