I first met Mr. Bai on a summer evening by the Qingshui River at the foot of the Qinling Mountains. In the afternoon, the beautiful donkey friend Xiaoxiao called me to have dinner. In the face of Xiaoxiao's invitation, I gladly went, and I couldn't live up to the kindness of the beautiful women from afar.
I packed my daughter's dinner and looked at my watch. It was too late to tidy myself up. In this way, T-shirts, shorts, flip-flops and hair rolled up at will appeared in front of Xiaoxiao. After taking a seat, I was introduced by Xiao Xiao, only to know that this little childish big brother in front of me is the legendary teacher Bai. The little girl fixed her eyes for a few seconds, only to see a pair of eyes with deep eyes and a pair of glasses with small black frames under her eyelids. Full face, wheat skin, angular, crow's feet in the corner of my eye tell me that this is a happy man; There is an oval hair ring on the bald head, dotted with gray hair, which is a typical Degang Guo head shape; Rose red cartoon T-shirt, with a pair of white light denim trousers and camel lace-up shoes, is clean. He speaks quickly and reveals his net name: Bitter Coffee.
At this time, I couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground, extended my warm hand awkwardly, and smiled shyly and said, "If I had known I would meet you today, I would have to dress myself up and meet my idol, not because I was not confident, but because I respected you."
"Nothing, nothing, truth is better." Listening to his rich voice, following his super-fast speech speed, looking at his bright smiling face, the distance between us seems to have been shortened at once, and our acquaintance has been opened since then.
Dinner for four people, a square table, four chairs, seven or eight bottles of beer, several barbecues, a pot of hot-boiled vegetables and three beautiful women, in such an atmosphere, accompanied by the summer breeze and the flowing water of the gurgling river, enjoying a full table of food, drinking cold beer, quietly listening to Mr. Bai's Kan Kan, and being amused by his humorous language from time to time, I laughed on my back and listened.
After a meal of kung fu, we gradually got to know each other. Looking at the pink cartoon T-shirt on him, with the unique hairstyle, the little girl was bold in speaking, and she was no longer shy at this time. She raised her glass and opened her mouth to ask privacy questions. When I finished the question, I immediately went on to say, you can also choose not to answer and just drink. I didn't expect this cool poet, but he didn't shy away from it. He paused, looked at me, fixed his eyes for a second, adjusted his glasses, smiled shyly, raised his glass, then answered it frankly with a little seriousness, and then clinked glasses with each other and drank it off.
I was deeply impressed by his frankness and truth, and his unconscious question made me smell the thick greasy taste contained in this cup of bitter coffee, and the idol image gradually escalated. A dinner by the river changed my view of the poet in essence. My impression of the poet in my mind is that his thoughts are sour and dull, and he doesn't follow the trend. However, this cup of bitter coffee in front of me is full of humor and humor, frankness is full of childlike interest and sincerity, laughter reveals profundity and erudition, and politeness reveals his gentlemanly character and charm. I just understand, originally, the real poet is like this.
Later, at the strong invitation of our team leader and us, Mr. Bai gradually walked into our donkey line with the long-lasting alcohol like "bitter coffee". In our team, scholars are the majority, followed by talented women. Since the teacher Bai joined us successfully, there have been many cheerful atmospheres in the donkey line, and the playful personality has aroused everyone's interest in playing, making the once silent team active again. Men obviously talk a lot, and women's faces are a lot more lively.
I once quipped, "Your arrival has aroused the catfish effect of the team." He just gave me a silly smile and didn't answer. During the break in Shan Ye, he would sweat and sing and dance, never tire, or tell humorous jokes with great passion, so that his teammates burst into laughter. Looking at his figure in the donkey line, he was taking pictures of his teammates before and after running, all of them were collective, single and double. Holding the camera, I sometimes lie prone, sometimes lie on my side, sometimes squat, sometimes sit, sometimes lean back, sometimes stand, sometimes take selfies, and sometimes remote control. I am never tired of it. I say that I am tired and happy, and that serious and meticulous energy infects every teammate. But in many cases, we "Madou" forgot to take a picture of the photographer, and were repeatedly protested by Mr. Bai: "Haolai also gave me a wonderful moment!"
Everyone finally remembered that he must leave a mark on this super narcissistic photographer, and his teammates laughed and said that he was finally not a forgotten role. In every stop shooting, he will pose various shapes, such as leaning against a tree with his arms, looking up at the sky, gazing at the sky with deep affection, looking far away, smoking on a rock, flying across, etc., and he will be very busy. Everything he can think of will appear in my lens and be captured by me one by one. After the shooting, the camera was handed over to him for a "review". Suddenly, his expression was happy, his mood was cheerful, and his body and mind were intoxicated. At this time, I would be infected by the simple happiness overflowing from his face. From time to time, I would seriously comment on the good and bad shooting, and point out where I need to pay attention to a series of photography skills.
Although he often looks cool when taking pictures, when walking in the street, I found him like a hunchbacked semi-old man. When I saw him coming from a distance many times, only a thin hunchbacked body was shaking, but I couldn't find out where his head was and was about to be stuffed into his neck. When I told him my feelings, he put his hands in his pockets, bowed his head and said to me while demonstrating, "I am much better than when I was young. At that time, I walked with my hands inserted like this, my back bowed like this, and my head was buried like this, almost stuffed into my shoulders." Say that finish, hey hey hey smile, I was amused.
Looking at him, I suddenly remembered the well-known saying: "A woman looks up and bows her head". This proverb is really vividly explained by teacher Bai. In the donkey line, everyone often cooks together. I am lazy, and I often eat the rice of the team leader. I accidentally ate the rice cooked by Teacher Bai. It feels delicious and the level is very unusual. Later, he asked for a meal cooked by Mr. Bai, as if he had succeeded repeatedly. On the afternoon before a donkey trip, I strongly asked him to prepare lunch for me tomorrow. He readily agreed because I was so delicate and begged for a long time. Unexpectedly, he needed to go to a bureau at dusk temporarily. When he came home in a slightly drunk state after dinner, it was half past ten at night. He resolutely gave up watching the recent infatuation "Where is Dad going?" He was busy in the kitchen for an hour, and then confidently told me, "I'm ready." And I'm still watching Where's Dad?
The next day, at lunch time, when the donkey emptied his backpack, surprise gift. Apples, good wine, beef, pork liver, pickled radish, a bag of sesame food and a big box of stir-fried vegetables are all fried together. I roughly counted them, including tofu, vermicelli, carrots, mushrooms, fungus, day lily, tomatoes, eggs, spinach, parsley and so on, and there are actually a dozen samples. In a short time, a big pot of stewed hemp food was ready, and I shuttled among my teammates with a small pot, greeted all my teammates to taste it, and looked at his hands with a small glass of wine and eating his delicious food. I could see the joy, satisfaction and happiness overflowing from his face, which was described by the popular term "warm man", which probably suited him very well. Our team leader once proudly said to his teammates, "Mr. Bai not only brought joy to the team, but also brought wine culture. Because of the poet, the overall cultural quality of our team has improved to a higher level." Who says it's not! Brewmaster's poetic sage is often used to describe Li Bai. In fact, when it is used on Mr. Bai, it gives us a sense of intimacy.
Speaking of drinking, there is a classic wine show that I have to mention. Once, at a gathering of friends of the 14th foreigner, when everyone started talking nonsense after three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, our teacher Bai, even more confidently, wanted to give everyone a performance of his own famous program "Swing into the Army". I always felt that I didn't drink enough wine, and my state didn't come out. I saw him pick up the hip flask and pour wine for himself. After drinking four cups, I felt that my state was not enough. I picked up a bottle of beer at hand and blew it dry on my back.
At this time, many friends were stunned. He put down the bottle, pushed the chair behind him, carefully adjusted his clothes, and sang and danced for everyone with passion and vitality. He sang and danced with a strong northern Shaanxi dialect: "Swing to join the Red Army, the Red Army should not swing there, because swinging his ass is easy to expose the target; Swing to find the political commissar, the political commissar is also a pendulum, pendulum motioning with sympathy, pendulum motioning with honor to join the army; Swing to send the information, walked to the mountainside, because the wagging of the ass, called the devil found it; Bye-bye, lift your ass and run. The devil comes up with two bayonets. For the revolution and the people, bye-bye is a glorious sacrifice. "
Before the performance was over, everyone was laughing: some were lying on the table, some were laughing with their stomachs covered, some were laughing on their backs, and some took out their mobile phones and asked for a new one, so they had to make a video. This "waving to join the army" pushed the atmosphere of gathering to a climax again and again. All my friends were impressed by his wonderful performance, and they all threw admiring eyes and applauded warmly. What's more, some wanted to learn from the teacher.
As the saying goes, I've never seen a casino in a wine field, but I've heard of it. However, I've seen it n times in a wine field. When he raised his glass, he was generous and had a good capacity for drinking, which was really admirable and impressive. When he was drunk, Mr. Bai showed his old boys side, being naughty, lovely, frank and pure. It's no exaggeration to call him Brewmaster's poetic sage. In the small ravine, the fragrance wafted everywhere, eating hot stewed hemp food with relish, eating side dishes and drinking wine, looking at the idol in front of me, imagining his handsome appearance standing by the kitchen table, and the worship heart was upgraded again. I only heard Mr. Bai tell you lightly; "I was in a hurry last night, I made do with it, and I didn't care." I immediately stopped the spoon in my hand and said, "God, if you don't make do, be careful. How delicious this meal should be!" "
He looked at me and smiled. Look at him, and then look at this delicious lunch. How much friendship is condensed in it? I was a little embarrassed, and then I said, "Actually, you don't have to do it last night, or you can tell me your real situation in advance and I'll prepare." Teacher Bai smiled faintly and said, "Since you promised, you have to do it anyway. This is called: you will do what you say, and you will do what you do." Unless I was drunk and unconscious last night. "
"You cooked for me at your house last night, and I watched TV for you at my house. I seem to be very unkind and unkind. Literary friends, friends appreciate your talent, your erudition, your profundity, your frankness, your open-mindedness, your humor, your wit, etc., but I would like to have a chance to appreciate the way you stand by the pot. " My jokes made my teammates laugh hysterically, and the food in my mouth was almost swallowed. Miss Bai raised her right hand and pointed at me, and said with a naughty smile; "You are a typical little woman." Then, continue to laugh. Holding a lunch box, I was moved all over the place, and my teammates' friendship was overflowing in a small ravine ...
He was once taught by our donkey friends and the elders in the team, and truthfully commented, "If I were a woman, I would definitely like Miss Bai." Haha, not to mention our female donkey friends. On the donkey line, Mr. Bai was worried about the mystery deep in the Qinling Mountains. He wanted to witness its beautiful appearance as soon as possible, dreamed of climbing the peak of the Qinling Mountains as soon as possible, and was bent on stepping into the ravines of the Qinling Mountains to kiss the mountains and rivers of the Qinling Mountains.
Recently, our team has often walked around the Western Hills, measuring the mountain ridges around the New Street. As a new donkey, Mr. Bai has been thinking about the classic routes in the old donkey's mouth, such as Shita Mountain, Frozen Mountain, Tiantai Mountain, Pomegranate Mountain, Huangmei Mountain, Laojun Mountain, Dashuichuan, Xiaoshuichuan, Yungai Temple, Jiejiatan, Twelve Plates, Eighteen Plates, etc. These are the hinterland of Qinling Mountains. And these routes, we have gone through several times, which once failed to meet his wishes. This dream of pursuing Qinling Mountain urgently seems to be his heart disease. Every time I know the route this week, I look at the lost expression on his face and feel his melancholy and depressed mood. As a teammate, I am anxious for him. Our team philosophy is to go to the right place at the right time. However, recently, the wishes of the team leader are just contrary to the small wishes of a new donkey friend. The depressed teacher Bai, after several unsuccessful frank communication with the team leader, still chose to follow everyone, resolutely gave up the other team and went to Qinling and sincerely invited him to other places. On the beams of the Western Hills, he walked with heavy legs reluctantly, but his face was still shining like sunshine, and he still took pictures for everyone before and after running. His laughter was still bright and Ming Che, and his children were innocent and happy, still infecting everyone. As usual, he took out good wine and food from his backpack and shared it with everyone. As us, I feel a little owed, and I feel ashamed of my enthusiasm for Miss Bai. Should we old players reflect on ourselves? Compared with Mr. Bai's atmosphere, his open mind, his idea of dealing with others and his interpretation and value of friendship, can we learn from it? Referring to this, he smiled: "It doesn't matter, there is a long time to come, and it is best for everyone to be happy together. I just ask too much. "
Holding teacher Bai's poetry collection "A Poet Being Ignored", I can't put it down and read it carefully for several times. I will throw it in a place in the living room at will, pick it up at will and look through it at any time. I am happy when I look through it. I once had a sincere conversation with Mr. Bai on the donkey trip. I said, "I'm not a poetry reader, because I can't understand what the author wants to express in many poems, but I like your poems because I can understand them and know what you want to express." Some "heartfelt words" made him look at me and laugh heartily, saying, "praise me or scold me?" Can understand is the standard of good poetry? " I also giggled. My little girl is too ignorant to comment. When she read one group of Love Figs, she got a deep understanding and understanding of his love view. In the long river where people grow up, the deep infatuation and deep love for a willow in their own dreamland touched me. Every word embodies the deep yearning and infatuation for that willow that belongs to them. Every sentence contains the contradiction between rich emotional desire and helpless reality, and every article reveals the inner loneliness and hesitation. Only then do I understand that under his optimistic and open-minded appearance, there is also a lonely and melancholy heart hidden like me. Life is actually lonely, and poets are no exception. Life accompanied by happiness is incomplete and does not exist. Tu Tu, who often sees him posting a table of good food and wine on WeChat, expressed his feelings: "Lonely dinner, lonely wine." I think the moral is self-evident. How many spectators can have the message? I hope that the willow in his dreamland can understand its taste, and that his blazing flame of love can burn to the willow in his dream, cast it into eternity, and write a song of eternal love.
I have always felt lucky. Teacher Bai is not only my donkey friend, but also my mentor. After teacher Bai's instruction, my travel notes have changed from the previous voluminous and descriptive to the romantic and aesthetic prose style. He also introduced me to a group of friends who love words in Baoji literary circle. I was a little surprised at the dinner with a bunch of literary friends for the first time and urged me to go with him. When I entered the restaurant room behind his ass, all the literary friends stood up and applauded to welcome him in. I was really a little surprised. In the face of a bunch of talented women, the little girl was flattered, quietly sitting next to Miss Bai, hiding her frank side, pretending to be a lady, and quietly observing the time these friends who love words get along with Miss Bai. I didn't eat half a mile. I suddenly found that in the eyes of these literary friends, Mr. Bai is everyone's idol, everyone's mentor and everyone's brother. They all look up at him and hold the ground with infinite reverence. During the warm dinner time, everyone exchanged and got familiar with each other, chatted about the joy and pleasure brought by words, and felt each other's personality charm. When raising a glass and drinking, Mr. Bai sent a sincere message: "Literature is an individual undertaking, which requires emotional input and sincerity, but some people regard it as a tool and a stepping stone. Such people are doomed to fail to write good things and real things. Everything is floating clouds, and literature is still sacred!" We received a warm response, and the glasses were ringing one after another, vividly playing a symphony of words. In the small private room, in the spicy hot pot flavor, in the mellow spirit, against the warm light, the bright smiling faces of literary friends, like silly cherry blossoms, are full of happiness and pleasure. Teacher Bai is like a brother, caring for every little brother and sister who is addicted to words, inspiring everyone to read widely and miscellaneous books, inspiring everyone's morale in writing dreams and giving everyone a pertinent evaluation. The images around Miss Bai are like a literary family, happy, warm and joyful. He smiles like a blooming dahlia, brilliant and pure. I am no longer at home, chatting with you, so I entered this small literary family and gradually entered the literary circle of Baoji. I have always been grateful, but I am not good at expressing it.
Teacher Bai is still a person who loves life. His WeChat is a mirror to show his life. From his WeChat, you can see all kinds of precious flowers he raised, which filled the balcony and occupied the space in the room. When listening to his beautiful mood of caring for these treasures carefully, I used to look up at him. His study, like a small library, is full of piles of books on sofas and stools. No wonder he said in WeChat that he had always wanted to have a big study for a long time. I tentatively asked if there were any books by Zhang Ailing. Unexpectedly, the answer is: "I have everything you can think of, and I have everything you can't think of. You have to read widely to broaden your horizons." For all kinds of ornaments in the house, he will also go to the home store to choose carefully, take them home with satisfaction, and put them in the right place to add to the style of the room. From time to time, WeChat will send some classic quotations about worrying about the country and the people. I once asked him why he sent those words. He humorously ridiculed himself: "If you don't care about the country and the people, you are an intellectual." And then laughed.
For food health, he also has his own set of theories and research. During the chat, I knew that he often dined out for dinner, so I asked curiously. "Why aren't you fat? Eating and drinking out is the easiest way to get out of shape." This kind of topic only aroused his interest in chatting and gushed. It turned out that he was definitely a health expert and food control. Radish, cabbage and tofu are frequent visitors to his dining table, and all kinds of dry goods are piled up in the kitchen, and there is no shortage of mushroom bean products. The refrigerator is always full of stocks, and I will always cook some healthy dishes for my family and serve them on the table. When enjoying the happiness in the kitchen, I will not forget to "sterilize" the food, send a picture and show off in an ostentatious manner. I reiterate that I really want to see him standing in front of the kitchen counter, haha. A literary friend once described Mr. Bai like this: "Go to the hall, go down to the literary hall, and go into the kitchen." In my short acquaintance with him for half a year, I know that in the eyes of my friends, he is a frank big boy; In the eyes of his brothers, he is a reliable buddy; In the eyes of colleagues, he is the respected boss; In the eyes of literary friends, he is a respected mentor; In the eyes of donkey friends, he is a reliable teammate; In front of his wife, he is a lover who can be entrusted for life; In front of his son, he is a worshipped father; In the eyes of parents, he is a filial son; In the eyes of his sisters, he is a responsible brother. I have always felt that he is like a luxury in a boutique, "high-end, atmospheric, and upscale." Sometimes, he knows everything like the "Du Niang" around me.
In the love story with words, it is a blessing for me to have teacher Bai's guidance in my last life, and it is a fate for me to have teacher Bai's colleague in the donkey line. Wang Han once said: "Walking together is fate, and walking together is happiness." I think Beier is right! Let's enjoy the mountains and rivers together, bathe in free sunshine, stroll through the beautiful jungle, suck natural oxygen, overlook the winding mountains, overlook the terraced fields, enjoy the morning dew, watch the sunset glow, walk in the mountains and ravines, walk in the rural villages, measure the gullies and ridges, and cross the streams and valleys. It is my happiness to listen to Mr. Bai talk about his poetic charm, understand his outlook on life and values in his speech, and pursue that simple happiness together.