Xiaoyou Mo Han Dou is super super
Author: Wang Jianxi.
My first meeting with Dou Chaochao was in March 2017. Still in the group, Mr. Zhang Xianli, deputy secretary general of the Hongqing Culture and Art Association, sent a message and asked someone to visit the ruins of Qin Shihuang in Hongqingbao. I enthusiastically signed up. Notice to assemble at Hongqing Cross at 3 p.m. I didn't see Mr. Zhang when I came to Hongqing Cross, so let's wait a while. In the southeast corner, two young people were talking together, and not far away there was a beautiful woman wearing glasses who seemed to be waiting for someone. I suspect this is a good friend, but I'm not sure. I had to send a message in the group, saying that I had reached the crossroads. I saw the two young men look at their phones for a moment and then look at me. I'm sure they're friends in the group. I took the initiative to walk over and greet them: "Are you two Dou Chaochao and Wang Baolong?" ”
Almost the two of them replied in unison: "It's the ground, then you are Teacher Wang?" ”
It seems that I am not mistaken, and they are not mistaken, I happily shook hands with them and said, "Yes, I am Wang Jianxi." ”
At this time, the beautiful woman with glasses walked up to us and greeted us: "I'm Weyland." ”
Everyone gathered, introduced themselves to each other, and knew each other, just waiting for the arrival of the initiator, Mr. Zhang Xianli. After Mr. Zhang came, I drove a car and took a few teachers to visit the Kengru ruins. Because it was still early, at my suggestion, we went to Phoenix Valley again.
This is also the first time I have seen the screen name Mo Han's real name Dou Chaochao, a young man who is not very old and handsome, but his lips are purple and his heart does not look very good. Later, other teachers confirmed my opinion.
Dou Chaochao is the youngest in the association, he is about the same age as Wang Baolong, Wu Zhen is slightly older, and the association is recognized as a young talent "Three Musketeers". The main reason is that their poems are very well written, and it can be said that seeing the scenery is poetry.
After participating in the Hongqingbao Kengru Cultural Festival, the three of them ate buckwheat noodles and dumplings together, improvised with the theme of dumplings, and one of them made a poem, which was posted in the group, and I admired it after reading it.
The association's year-end party saw Dou Chaochao again, this time he was a tuner, I took a photo, and by the way, I took a ** photo of Chaochao. After the meeting, I sent all the ** to the group for everyone to collect. Chaochao WeChat me, said that this was the most handsome photo for him, and specially wrote a poem for me. I gladly accepted the poems he wrote for me, which I still have on my phone.
Photographer" Written to Mr. Wang Jianxi.
Author: Mo Han.
You say you don't understand the text.
But with the camera in hand.
Powerful synergy. Will be the magic of nature.
Sketch out a stunning epic.
In amazement. The shutter flashes again.
A ray of light. Hidden magic is hidden.
It's like bathing in a spring breeze.
Those breathtaking shots.
It's you who reap the best fruits.
It is a masterpiece that leaps into the heart.
It is a masterpiece in the text.
Everything that has a soul and no soul will be taken into account.
Raise high. 
I hadn't written an article before, and Chaochao once asked me, "You know how to shoot and write, right?" ”
I told him truthfully, "I don't write articles, I only take pictures." ”
So he wrote in the first line of the poem, "You say you don't understand the text."
Since then, I have had more opportunities to meet Chaochao. Chatting with him, I always feel that his knowledge does not match his age. I know a lot, whether it's literature, historical figures, or life. He is like an honest teacher, only I listen, and I dare not intervene. To be honest, I love to talk to him, and every time I chat, I learn a lot.
In April 2017, I wanted to apply for WeChat*** but I couldn't apply for it, I didn't know that ** went wrong. I thought of Chaochao, and hit ** to ask him to help me apply. In less than an hour, Chaochao took a taxi from the mountain and helped me apply for a micro public account. In order to thank Chaochao for wanting him to eat with me, he refused. I had no choice but to drive him home myself. On the way, I asked about his condition, and he told me that he had congenital heart disease, and when he was a child, he missed the best ** period because his family was poor and did not have a timely **.
Since then, I have nothing to do, so I take my family, colleagues or friends up the mountain and go to the natural habitat to poke a meal. His younger brother is a chef and his dishes are delicious, so he often comes. At first, Chaochao saw me come to eat and didn't want to collect money. For me, it's impossible not to collect money, why did I come, that is, to support the natural home, if you don't collect money, will I dare to come next time? After that, every time we eat, we will be discounted by 20%. For me, it doesn't matter if it's good or not, the food is good and comes often.
Every year during the cherry harvest season, Chaochao would hire a car and personally deliver the cherries with his father, put them here for me, and then I would send them to the teachers who had helped Chaochao.
I once told Chaochao not to send them anymore, and if they wanted to eat cherries, let them go up the mountain to the field and pick them themselves. But Chaochao still sends cherries down every year, as always.
Super Super Married I'm Going! Blessings! According to Chaochao, they met when they were working together, and they got close because of poetry, and they became lovers because of poetry. The two broke up for various reasons, and during the breakup, Chaochao wrote a lot of poems for her. In the end, she was moved and returned to her side, until the two came together and became husband and wife.
Super super to the baby for the full moon I participated! This is the crystallization of the two of them, and they are super super happy and can't close their mouths.
When Chaochao needs help, I will do my best to help him.
I remember that Chaochao's daughter-in-law wanted to go back to her parents' house and brought a lot of luggage, and I drove her to the long-distance station and waited for the car together in the cold wind, until the long-distance bus arrived and sent off the daughter-in-law, Chaochao returned with me.
When Chaochao was sick, the teachers of the Hongqing Culture and Art Association enthusiastically donated, and I was one of them. I also launched a fundraising activity in the "Both Sides of the Water" literary station group, and the funds raised were announced in the group one by one.
I personally donated another 1,000 yuan to Chaochao.
When I was out of books, I asked for some more books and mailed them to the teachers who had raised donations. Of course, I will definitely pay for the postage.
The last time we met was to open a micro public account for Xi Chuang, I contacted Chaochao on my mobile phone to go down the mountain to help, and after his consent, I drove up the mountain to pick him up, and after arriving at Xi Chuang's house, it was done with three hammers and two sticks. In order to thank him for wanting to keep him for a light meal, he still refused, on the grounds that he still had to go home for oxygen. I had to drive him home with Xi Chuang.
I haven't seen Chaochao for a while, and it's common to greet each other on a mobile phone every once in a while. The first thing I ask him is always, "How is your body doing?" ”
Chaochao's answer has always been: "Okay, don't worry." ”
At noon on March 13, 2021, Mr. Zhang Xianli called his mobile phone and said, "Chaochao is seriously ill, we will go up the mountain with the president to have a look." ”
But in the afternoon, Mr. Zhang called his mobile phone again and said, "Chaochao is gone......."After a while, several teachers of the association went up the mountain together. ”
I couldn't help but shed tears when I heard it, I couldn't believe that Chaochao walked so suddenly. Every time I asked him, he said okay, why didn't he tell the truth?
Ay! Even if Chaochao tells the truth, what can he do, and he can't share his illness.
The association and his party drove up the mountain to say goodbye to Chaochao. When we walked into Chaochao's home, the living room mourning hall had been set up, and the township party members in several villages were busy. Chaochao was lying on the makeshift bed behind the mourning hall, his legs curled. I walked over and tried to flatten Chaochao's legs, but the township party said to me, "Don't press it, we've all pressed it, and we can't press it." ”
Later, I learned that because I couldn't lie down to sleep when I was sick, I couldn't breathe when I was lying down, so I sat in a wheelchair day and night, and my legs became stiff and couldn't be straightened after a long time.
Chaochao did not forget to write during his illness until the end of his life.
On the day of the burial, the president of the association led more than a dozen backbone members to participate in Chaochao's funeral, and also saw off Chaochao for the last. President Lu also invited Mr. Li Panyin, a living student, and Mr. Zhang Xianli to preside over the memorial service.
The last item is that each teacher bows goodbye to Chaochao and recites the poems they wrote.
I quietly told the host, Mr. Zhang, not to let me speak, for fear that I would not be able to control myself. But Teacher Zhang still called my name, only walked to the front of the mourning hall and bowed three times to Chaochao, and then said: "Xiaoyou Chaochao goes all the way!" ......
I can't go on with what I'm talking about, and I can't control myself. In order to avoid being too sad, he turned around and left the hall, hid outside the door to calm down, and tried not to cry, but he still cried. What makes me sad is the loss of a little best friend, the loss of a little teacher! Super Super Life is frozen at the age of 28! Can I not grieve my grief?
At this time, Mr. Li Panyin came over and persuaded me: "Don't cry, I can see that you have deep feelings for Chaochao,"
I cried and said to Mr. Lee, "Can I not be sad? Although we were very different in age, I always thought of him as my teacher and I learned a lot from him. ”
After the memorial service, the villagers carried the coffin and buried it. Chaochao's father walked at the front of the team with Chaochao's portrait in both hands, and the tears in his eyes kept flowing. As a father, the white-haired man sends the black-haired man, and it is difficult to bear the pain of losing his son, and he cannot express it in words.
Spring is blooming, and the cherries are ripe all over the mountain. Chaochao's father hired a tricycle to bring the cherries. This time, there is only Chaochao's father, and Chaochao will never be seen. My heart hurt very much, and I firmly said to Chaochao's father: "Don't send it again, next year we will go up the mountain and pick it ourselves." ”
In the second year, Chaochao's father kept calling his mobile phone, blowing us to hurry up the mountain to pluck cherries, and if we didn't come, we would send them down the mountain.
Under the leadership of Mr. Zhang, we had to make an appointment with several teachers from the association to go up the mountain to pick cherries.
It's been three years, Xiaoyou Dou Chaochao misses you!
January 16, 2024.