The time has changed, the past is not easy to look back, the sea has changed into a mulberry field, the sky does not seem to be so bright, the Erhai is no longer so wide, those beautiful stories gradually forgotten, the good wishes can not become a reality, the soul of the homecoming into the empty talk. Fortunately, that part of history as a spiritual wealth, recognized and celebrated by the world, and was engraved on the new stone monument, recorded in the history of the canon, and forever in the heart of the intellectual youth.
The scene of leaving the school can not be forgotten, walking into the campus to say goodbye to the alma mater of the kind of sadness, still thinking about the gloomy. One last look at the beautiful flower beds, lush pomegranate gardens, dense cypress forests, where there are students strolling in the footprints. Beautiful red house, spacious and bright classrooms, from which had come out of how many outstanding young students, brilliant. Large soccer field, standard basketball court, multi-functional auditorium, is a place that people talk about and never forget, how many literary and artistic backbone, sports elite, all intoxicated by this and stand out. Now, can only sigh, five years of high school learning life is over, don't the beautiful campus! From now on, there will be no more students on the campus, and the school will no longer exist. Students have to go to the wide world, inserted into the army, to receive re-education, no longer the former students look like, to become a wide world of knowledge in the young people. And so it was. Three years later, the address of the school was allocated to a large factory, and everything on the campus disappeared into the turbulent times. And this generation, wasted ten years of time, can not enter the school again, to continue further education is considered to be a complete despair.
The young Zhiqing departed from his hometown, the public send off hoping to return, carrying a treasure book rooted to go, the wind city children to Binchuan. More than 50 years ago, this scene is unforgettable, is the shadow can not eliminate legs, but also the scars are difficult to heal, but also "Zhiqing" complex, exciting. Into their own lives, not only alumni, but also the same sweet **** bitter Zhiqing companions, in the road of life hand in hand **** into the course of the storm, such as a link, through always.
The winter of 1968 was the most difficult of these years, the Cangshan Mountain on the thousand years of snow cold, so that people look and tremble, there is no former "Silver Cang Jade Er" soft, and there is no "want to try to be higher than the sky," that kind of vigor. The waves of the Erhai Sea are turbulent, violently pushing the torrent, hitting the embankment to set off wild waves, the sound of the waves echoed in the "hundred and two mountains and rivers" between, and constantly spread to the distance, disappeared in the silence of the seaside city. People are no longer passionate and interested in writing and pointing out the mountains and rivers. At the end of the year, those who used to be passionate in the ups and downs of the stage, confused and confused, sighing to the sky, looking at the sunset snow afterglow gradually dispersed, Cang'er land foggy and heavy, repenting that life is unpredictable, the world is cold. The smart radicals in society may not have thought that their extreme behavior not only cost them a heavy price, but also made the good people suffer a lot. Ordinary people are still living in fear, not knowing what to do with their lives, letting the westerly winds blowing from the Jiangfeng Temple, hooting and whipping up mud and sand, circling and circling around the desolate embankment, feeling the uneasiness brought about by the onslaught of the once-feral Windy City's fury. The most dashing of all are the students, a group of unrestrained favorites, who do not yet know that a storm is coming.
The New Year has just passed, people immersed in the festive atmosphere of joy, not yet slowed down, the sudden change of events, so that everyone is once again under enormous pressure, the students of the lower pass middle school to settle in the countryside. This matter touches people's hearts, is a major event involving thousands of families, no matter how to understand, will always rattle everyone's spirit. Although the highest instructions have long been spread to every corner of the city, and y rooted in people's hearts, after all, is an abstract provision, can not eliminate the doubts in the minds of students and parents. When the big picture has been decided, the program surfaced, the border town only boiled up, slogans, banners, colorful flags, documents and notices all over the streets and alleys, the media, newspapers and radio broadcasting news, urging people to take a stand and take positive action. The teams drove into the campus, many people preached at each level, students to the organization to show determination, determined to go to the countryside to settle down, parents to the unit to tell their own hope, support their children to go to the countryside, not to drag their hind legs. From the issuance of the highest instruction to the departure of the students on the road, a month or so, everything is in place. The decision makers plan to finalize the case, the executive special fast, parents take the overall situation into account, the students resolute decision, the children of the Windy City full of pride to go to the countryside, where the insertion and settlement, rooted in the home.
The old senior, the old high school students, older, heavy concerns, once pectinated across the world, qualifications old, deep experience, have seen the world to see far, the majority of people worried, y bleak future. The old junior high school, the old junior high school students, the splendor is in full bloom, the courage is born, there is a rising sun glowing aura, with the gallant students with the courage to hold the sky and the earth. This group of students carefree life, happy days in the countryside, confident of a bright future.
January 19, 1969, is a day that can never be forgotten, this day, more than nine hundred students in Xiaguan Middle School, gathered in the light stadium, held a powerful pledge meeting. Facing the hot sun, backpacking, carrying a red book, to Chairman Mao statue oath, to the countryside, to the vast world, to accept the re-education of the poor peasants. The oath was echoed over the ancient city for a long time. From this moment on, the students became intellectual youths, although there was no essential change, but a dreamlike movement towards society, to a place where they did not want to go and where the city people did not want to go, which would eventually be incomprehensible to the world, because from this time onwards, there were no more students on the beautiful Xiaguan Middle School campus, and the sound of reading aloud could no longer be heard, which made some people sad and some people sigh. "Knowledgeable young people" should be the halo of the world, the young people who have received systematic education in school and have knowledge. It is self-evident that "intellectual youth" should be a splendid and affectionate title, however, the interpretation of history is very merciless, and any statement and discussion can not be said clearly.
Looking at the exciting and noisy scene, the face of tears in the crowd to see off, the students blood boiling, and the righteousness of the oil came to life, and angrily fell open arms, on foot, leaving the chaos of the small town, stepped on the flat road, into the vast world, no great work, vowed not to turn back.
Binchuan adjacent to Xiaguan, one hundred and twenty miles away, by car or on foot, to and from are very convenient. In previous years, along the desolate village, curled up no trace of rocky hills, at any time there is a danger of collapse of the bullet stone car road, cold and silent, in addition to trucks from time to time pass outside, few travelers. 1969 January 19, Xiaguan high school youths to Binchuan countryside settlement, from then on, this along the steep steep mountains between the winding winding mountain road, has become the youths of the bumpy road.
More than 900 young people hiking from Xiaguan, halfway to the old stage camp row camp accommodation, where a little rest, looking for the first time in life as a young feeling. The scene of the hustle and bustle of the lighted stadium in Shimonoseki at the time of departure always lingered in the mind, and the shadow that could not be wiped away haunted themselves from time to time, making people feel depressed and uncomfortable. A projectile place acceptance is limited, deserted mountains and wilderness, the village is not big, the accommodation is simple, the house is narrow and small, the trouble brought by the rat mess and pests, make everyone sleepless at night. Can not tolerate aggression, can not be bound, pampered favorites, how can withstand unwarranted torture. When studying in school, students live in a spacious dormitory, drinking sweet spring water, a carefree life, without all the worries. Used to living a comfortable life of young students, suddenly came to the strange place of the chicken barking, great contrast, the loss of sadness, let the depressed people more painful, let the cowardly soul.
This life is not encountered, a hundred years hard to find, strong feelings and thick meaning, Piao Bing Thousand Autumn, stepped into the Binchuan county town, the poor peasants welcome the knowledge of the young people of the grand scene, touching and deep. Niujing town traffic, drums and gongs, colorful flags flying, welcome the flow of people stretched for miles. "Welcome the intellectual youth to settle down in the countryside", a huge red cloth banner, some hanging on the two ends of the high forehead, some floating in the village intersection of the big toon tree. The eaves and pillars of the residential houses in the center of the area are plastered with welcoming slogans and slogans, and the streets and markets are all red. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in my life.
Walking the youth team tired, with heavy footsteps to here, looking at this scene, bright, Shu brow show eyes, excited, the body's fatigue momentarily subsided, the heart of the melancholy gradually alleviate. Seasoned coachman driving the carriage, waiting at the roadside, quietly waiting for the arrival of the young people, to send them to the four corners of the world. The kindly old farmers driving the ox-carts and the simple horse-driven men were busy carrying the luggage, so that the youths, who had just come on foot, could be relieved of their burdens and go on their way easily. The women, with their children and daughters in tow, were joyfully weaving through the crowds in search of their village's interlopers. The young men happily looked at their new companions and thought about how they would *** enjoy themselves with their future playmates. Elementary school students were looking for their future teachers and dreaming of them. Because of the arrival of the young people, the vast world a busy, this scene this feeling will never forget.
Into the vast world, the first step in the life of the world, to accept the social test, to withstand the trials of life. The first time into the farmhouse, into the farmer's house, to experience the rural family life. Strange village, everywhere is crisscrossed with small roads, gravel roads through the village and extend to every corner here, mules, horses, cows and sheep everywhere, dogs and chickens, cooking smoke curls, the traditional countryside, the scene, the rich rural life, resume in the side. Outside the village is a wide field, criss-crossed ridges and ponds and ditches, people walk between the fields, labor and cultivation, the farmers' life is closely linked to the land. The houses are built along the hillside, with thatched roofs, thick walls, thick beams and vertical pillars, wooden doors with curtains, and gauze windows, which are warm in winter and cool in summer. The poor peasants living here, all their lives together in this hot land, there is a shelter from the wind and rain of the house, smooth and happy, life is beautiful.
The intellectuals came here in the middle of winter, when the warm sun shines on the high stone steps, people squatting in the mud wall corner sunbathing and chatting, sitting on the stone steps at ease. In front of us is the period of agricultural leisure, less agricultural work in the field, wheat plucking beans flower season, dredging and dredging, building ponds and ditches, for the spring nursery in preparation. This year's early spring wheat has been green, last year's late fall grain is still yellow, the door in front of the lotus root pond frogs noise, hedges beside the border field bean flower fragrance. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that.
Recalling the past, the deepest memory is the Naxi River, which flows endlessly on the east side of the village. Although the river is not deep, there is no vast momentum, there is no surging waves, shallow waters but the Guanghuang and Lijiao dam isolation, to become a closed corner of the world of paradise. Showed in front of the people is the foot of the foot of that branch of the remaining veins endowed with the spirit, God gave Guanghuang people's blessings, the people's simple and glowing cohesion, so that people living here can proudly say that this is the most affluent place in the corner of the force, where the farmers do not worry about food and clothing. It is a small river that can not make waves, so that the red land is full of life, living by the water is the best choice for people, the mountains and the water is a feng shui treasure. Anyone who has lived there for that generation, that kind of fulfillment makes the people of ten miles and eight villages envious. In the course of his life, the youth life, just a short two or three years, leaving a very clear impression. No matter how poor the living materials, the youth life is still guaranteed, the farmers have paid too much for us. After that period of physical exercise and mental sharpening, there are too many feelings, to have a grateful heart, thanks to accept our people, those mellow and thick rural people.
Into the social life, came to the northernmost part of the county's bitter cold, this should be the bottom of the countryside. All are hard-working farmers, hospitable enthusiasts, they have a deep friendship, for the youth to receive "re-education", willing to dedicate themselves to do their best, so that this group of young students, found a sense of home. Into the life of the village, into the village, walking from house to house, to understand the countryside and farmers' life, production conditions, customs, and experience the rural poverty, spiritual and cultural life of the boring, experience, "food on the plate" is how hard to come by.
The chicken foot mountain wading shallow, Naxi River rooted deep, sitting in the field with the dew, strolling through the market with the mud and dust. This is a portrait of the life of the youth, no sorrow and sadness, feel the warmth of the world in the sun, fresh air, trickling streams, the head of the field laborers singing and laughing. Remote corner of Guanghuang Village, depending on the mountains with water hot land, Jifu Mountain springs moisturize this fertile land. Naxi River flows slowly from the village in front of the two banks of paddy fields, hillside dry land, is the villagers rely on the foundation of survival, in this piece of land hard-working farmers, generations living here, hardworking and thrifty, undaunted by hard work, to build their own beautiful homes. Heavenly reward for hard work, not to be ashamed of hard work, affluent and livable village in the Lijiao area to make people envious.
Guanghuang village has four production teams, living in a large village of more than four hundred people, spacious courtyard, tile houses high up, thatched roofs, villagers self-sufficient, such a place is suitable for acceptance of intellectual youth. A class of more than thirty people were arranged here is also very appropriate, are the same class of students who learned to know each other, *** with the same village labor and life, everyone is satisfied, the ideal insertion place, the new home of the youth. Seven, eight people in a group, assigned to a production team, eating their own to the home of solid people, three meals a day sitting in the hall with the head of the household and the family to eat at the same table, no need to work, no need to pay, warmth and harmony. Accommodation is in the production team's public housing, tiled buildings, sheltered from the wind and sun, spacious and bright, rest and recreation, carefree. When the students and friends, and now in a piece of life and labor, sunrise and sunset, the fields can see everyone's ploughing figure, the village roadside can hear the students happy singing, see the crowd running on a road. We are all together, living in harmony, meeting and greeting each other on the road, getting together to smoke and drink, reading books and newspapers, chatting about old times, meeting every day, every day there is a topic.
The Spring Festival of 1969 came too late, in the middle of February, only after the New Year's Eve, only to settle down the youth to go home for the Spring Festival. The two passenger terminals were crowded with people waiting at the ticket window with their passes in hand, anxious about when they could board the train and depart. It had only been about a month since I first entered the farmhouse, and I had not yet found the feeling of being a youth, but my classmates had to go home again, so I was really in a hurry. When they came, they traveled on foot, but on the day they arrived in Niujing, they were immediately dispersed to the production teams, not knowing where the road home was. New Year's Day, the students gathered again to Niujing, a small passenger station how can accommodate so many people? The students were eager to go home, and those who did not have the patience and were not willing to spend the time simply walked on foot. This is a confusing and winding, treacherous and desolate road, can not see the green grass only yellow sand filled, no woods everywhere rocky, arid and barren full of bleak.
Running on this road, there are homesickness of the old youth, there are parents of the heart, close at hand, but the mountains are high and deep, the sea is vast and vast, layers of obstacles, difficult to walk. The old man often miss, the old man long sent to the heart, the heart of the friends of all sorts of favor, the world of many emotions are here diffracted. Knowing young people to set off, step by step difficult, the vast world is not a gentle home, vain fantasy, unrealistic behavior, will only add to their own troubles. Here is a down-to-earth farming place, some people call it a purgatory, some people think it is to cultivate the family's enlightenment school, in any case, this is a great place to make a difference.