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In a flash, 30 years passed.

That night, I was lying on the bed board of Xuzhou Normal University, and I was often woken up by a rush of rain in the distance in the middle of the night. Later, I learned that a few miles away from the school, the train rumbled by, and the earth seemed to be shaken up and down by the steel dragon, struggling to breathe. Day after day, it's very calm, and I can't feel the noise of the train anymore.

After work, I woke up in the middle of the night in the dormitory of rural middle school and went out. There is no rumble of the train. Under the palm-sized moon, only the towering poplars in the campus beat countless palms like giants, laughing and making noise. I can no longer hear the roar of the train and feel the noise of the city. Life seems to have returned to the primitive rural times.

After I got the notice from Xu Normal College, my family was busy with school affairs for some time. My father and I took a flatbed car and handed it to Jinling Township Grain Management Office. As the saying goes, plans have changed. That is to say, after eating the grain, the state supplies it and begins to eat the national plan. Since then, it has also jumped out of the door of agriculture and completely got rid of the fate of hairdressers on earth.

In my heart, I have never been ashamed of being born and raised in the countryside, and I have never belittled myself. After working for many years, it seems hard to live in the countryside. Maybe there's a reason. I have never been a real farmer since I was a child. I haven't really experienced it in the natural environment. I have no suntanned arms, thin face and shriveled chest.

In winter, nature is boundless, while in other seasons, it is full of flowers, green as jade, or golden. Farmers sweated in the fields, bitter, sweet and salty, and experienced a mixed life; Generation cycle. They are the true sons of nature, like babies in the arms of adults, like children clutching their mothers' clothes, playing and laughing.

My sister is not married yet. She has just learned to tailor and made some clothes, one of which is a long-sleeved shirt with broken flowers on a white background. At home, we seldom buy new clothes. After wearing it, she was very happy. My eldest brother gave me a blue polyester-cotton zipper shirt, which is much more fashionable than the green military uniform with brown buttons I am wearing.

On the day of reporting to Xu Teachers College, my eldest brother and I took a bank dawn SUV and brought some local products, which were introduced by a friend who visited the editor-in-chief of Journal of Xuzhou Teachers College with my eldest brother. The editor's hometown is Fengxian, and the Journal of Xuzhou Normal University was printed in Fengxian Printing Factory because of him.

When I first met him, he was chubby, with a shiny big skull and a pleasing face. I always feel special with country people, and this may be the atmosphere. He greeted us warmly and said something about his hometown. His daughter has cooked the rice, took a spoonful of rice from the rice cooker and put it in a small bowl, and set several dishes, one of which is green ribs, which is delicious.

Listening to their jokes while eating is nothing more than a physical examination, and there are other inconvenient places to take care of. The professor is very talkative and warmly invites us to eat more. Surprisingly, everyone ate very little, and Big Brother ate very politely.

Big brother used to be at home, and it was very fragrant and sweet when he ate it. A big bowl of cabbage, radish and a pot sticker posted by his mother screamed and blew away, playing very fast.

The first time I was a guest in the living room of a city family, I was surprised by the city people's costumes and even entertained guests with small bowls. Is it too picky to eat so little in front of guests? Listening to their happy conversation, I just smiled blankly. Coming out of the professor building of Xu Teachers College, the vehicle sped past Xuzhou No.4 Hospital and Zhaishan, and came to a branch of Xu Teachers College.

Many years later, Xu Teachers College was changed to Xuzhou Normal University, with a more resounding name-Provincial Normal University. However, no matter how it is changed, it has not changed the reality that the alma mater has no right to award doctoral degrees. There are many universities and rivers and lakes in China. It's like hosting a banquet. Without hard dishes, it's hard for guests who fly, ride or ride an electric donkey to praise it.

One year, the Ministry of Education decentralized a doctoral degree awarding point, and Xuzhou Medical College competed with its alma mater. The alma mater didn't pay much attention to the medical school, but the medical school finally threw out a big thunder gun-the National Natural Science Progress Award, and successfully won the right to confer a doctorate in a subject.

The news came that the Teachers College was in mourning and red banners hung all over the campus, demanding justice and exposing the darkness. Some old professors cry and faint in the bathroom. If they can't recruit doctors, they can't be mentors, and there will be no glory and welfare brought by mentors.

In the past, professors who had to look up were nothing more than open-minded, insisting on "coming with one heart, without a blade of grass" and "gathering talents from all over the world to teach and enjoy it", which was nothing more than "writing books for fanfan".

The campus of Xu Teachers College extends from the mountainside of Niu Shan to the plain below. Walking along the campus path will make my legs and feet a little sore. As soon as I entered the gate, there was a Little Square. On the west side of the square stands a tall bell tower, towering into the sky, surrounded by clocks and watches like a spear, piercing the sky. Every time I walk in front of the bell tower and look up at the white clouds floating in the blue sky, I can't help but stretch my neck and straighten my waist, feeling much more straight.

I went to the welcoming workstation under the bell tower, took a full set of daily necessities, and drove to the student apartment halfway up the mountain-a brand-new dormitory, with a fresh breath. One staircase corresponds to the things on the first floor, and two suites. One suite, three small rooms and four large rooms; A room with three double beds. Everyone has a desk, a chair and two closets. Each suite also has a tiled bathroom.

The first two students are making their beds, exchanging names and places of birth. One is Shi Minglai from Lianyungang, and the other is Gaoxiang from Siyang County. I come from Fengxian, the hometown of Han Tianzi. Gao Fei happens to be Yuji's small hometown. The story of Farewell My Concubine is soul-stirring, and the sad background is bloody killing and the protagonist's helplessness.

Life, love, heroes and beautiful women are intertwined and become an eternal drama theme. At the end of the Qin dynasty, there was chaos in the world. Xiang Yu killed the old leader Chu Huaiwang (actually Chu Huaiwang's grandson Xin Mi) and became the leader of the uprising. During the four-year battle between Chu and Han, Liu Bang, the son of Buyi, who suffered repeated defeats, drove the old leader Xiang Yu to a dead end.

The result of the match between the handsome young hero Xiang Yu and the middle-aged uncle Liu Bang, who is a little greasy and obscene, was unexpected. The war was controversial in later generations. Many people think that Liu Bang's victory over Xiang Yu is a bit overwhelming, but he just got the upper hand by playing tricks.

I come from Liu Bang's hometown. When I met my roommate in Siyang, I seemed to feel a little guilty about Ji's tragic fate. Without thinking, Gao Xiang smiled and held out his hand generously and held it tightly with me. A trace of doubt and anxiety vanished, so the feud between Xiang Yu and Liu Bang's hometown people, which spanned more than 2,000 years, was "all brothers who robbed the waves, and when they met, they smiled and disappeared."

On the hillside of the apartment building, the yellow thatch is dense, and one person is taller, and there are often spotted snakes. Further up, it is a short and sparse wild jujube bush, knee-high. Red jujubes the size of beans are dotted on the thorny branches, like clusters of beating flames withering everywhere.

In the morning, eating sour and sweet wild dates, breathing cool air, walking on the cement road around the mountain, occasionally meeting young couples and enjoying the scenery on this lonely mountain. Boys sometimes wear trench coats, but girls are often fair-skinned, tall and cold, intoxicated by the happiness and pride of stars.

Over time, it has become a treasure trove for lovers to talk and talk. Students who come to study and exercise are also close at hand, so they can live together and live together without disturbing each other. Go back to the dormitory and go to the canteen. The boiling water on the mountain is very sweet. There is no theophylline in a large bottle of boiling water.

You can eat meat buns and noodles in the morning; You can eat meat and vegetables at noon and at night, and steamed bread, rice, vegetables and soup are enough. Professor Qiu, a fellow villager, is the dean. He has a kind heart and wears a pair of faded wool trousers in winter. You can tell at a glance that he is a master of Confucianism.

He once called several student cadres to talk about the issue of upgrading from junior college to undergraduate course. He learned that I was a fellow villager and asked me to talk. I was very excited and expressed my desire to continue studying. He said that the college has plans to upgrade to undergraduate courses and encouraged us to study hard. Who knows, this measure will not be implemented for several years. I sat with Professor Qiu and saw that his face was smooth and his eyes were full of warmth and encouragement. I feel the direction of struggle and the hope of success.

How happy it is to be able to eat and sleep in a clean student apartment in this college on the hillside. It is really a blessing to know the gap. Our 3-302 is the west suite on the third floor, with fifteen students. Saturday night, we will have dinner together. Dinner is also very simple, and everyone has a stir-fried dish.

At that time, I was used to eating cauldron dishes and meat buns with 46 cents, so I didn't have the conditions to eat them often. After living for a period of time, I found that only Shi Yun and I were the poorest, and Hu Daolai in the East Suite was poorer than me. When the time is up, tell me calmly that my brother is just living his own life after work, and his parents are old and living in poverty.

One winter, he often hid in the dormitory to eat the leftover pickles in the morning. Lips are often chapped and bleeding, perhaps because they don't eat vegetables and lack vitamins, let alone buy fruits. The students are full of enthusiasm, and there are always endless jokes and endless words. However, at the dinner, a small fry took 35 yuan. I brought some meat buns and snuggled up several times, always feeling uneasy.

On Saturday night, my classmates and I will have dinner early, and then go to the school video hall to watch a play or go for a walk in the playground. Students with good economic conditions later talked about interesting things about eating and drinking in restaurants at the party, so I had to prevaricate.

In my memory, the canteen is almost the only place to eat. Thanks to the canteen master, the dishes at 60 cents are already fleshy, and the melon at 40 cents is also full of oil and water. This made me spend the most difficult two years in my college life.

I went to Xinhua Bookstore on Sunday, and once I was leafing through the books in the downtown Xinhua Bookstore, I couldn't help but immerse myself in it. A familiar voice came with surprise. It's my old classmate Li Xiaoming. When he saw me smile, I smiled, too.

He is wearing a dark suit, and my green military uniform with brown buttons and the emblem of Xu Normal University with red letters on a white background are a bit funny and inappropriate. So he took me to the second branch of Xu Normal University for dinner.