I know. I am one of them.
Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. When we know the emotion between willow and people from the Book of Songs,
I have been sitting in the classroom of Handan Normal University. My life will be from now on, with the land.
The relationship will also come to an end temporarily.
At that time, the land responsibility of the production team had just passed to my father's name, the beaming father.
In order to express his love for the land, he climbed the old willow tree in the east of the village, cut off a bunch of thick willow branches and hummed.
Xiaoqu arranged them and planted them in his own field. He proudly said to me: It won't take much.
In 2008, it can grow into purlins, which can be used for marriage and building houses.
At this time, it was 1980 when the autumn wind swept away the leaves, and the autumn wind blew me into the city.
But the wicker pattern did not move. From then on, I was here and the willow was there.
More and more fashionable cities have turned rustic willows into gray, just like us.
These country people who live in the city. The willow scenery in traditional poetry and prose can only be remembered.
Looking for the country in memory. At that time, willows dotted the desolate plains, which was
What a nice style. Now that I think about it, it's not that country people prefer willow trees, but because of willow trees.
Life is simple and easy to survive, just like those of us born in the 1960s.
Like, regardless of natural and man-made disasters, they are also flooding the world one after another, which is cheap.
Continue the fireworks, humble and tenacious life.
Of course, we don't want to let the wind and rain blow all our lives like willow trees. We also yearn for it.
Fertility of living soil. But the noble ideal journey is more difficult than Li Bai's taking the Shu Road. So in high school,
Except for the third child, we are the most crowded people on the single-plank bridge.
We don't have the relative purity of life in the society and people's hearts in the 1950 s, so we recommend later.
The luck of going to college is not as good as that of people in the 1970 s who freely choose to catch up with the diversity of life
And the relaxation of college entrance examination enrollment expansion. We are in the first warm and cold season, and we are going to move in early spring.
From time to time, I was attacked by the cold spring. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Mingzhichun
The wind is like a knife, and we are often squeezed by it.
Limited by the number of students enrolled, there are only four. 5% of them can cross the college entrance examination wooden bridge.
3%, that is to say, 95.7% people will fall off this single-plank bridge. Some of them fell.
After going down, I simply return my ideal to the willow tree at the edge of the village forever; Some join the army to test the army.
School, "curve to save the country"; More is repeated defeats and wars. I gave up science in my first year.
The next year, I came from liberal arts. And one of my classmates started with 1979.
After taking the exam for six years in a row, I went through two wars of liberation before I liberated myself from the wooden bridge.
Let's go
At that time, even if I was admitted to a technical secondary school, it was enough to make my eyes pop out.
If you can be admitted to a junior college, it's either smoke on the ancestral grave or fairy on the willow tree.
Fruit. Not like now. After sunrise in July, everyone hangs red flags, and masters and doctors are all over the street.
Meet at random Therefore, we are crazy about the single-plank bridge and hate it. Before I
In the eyes of children, this wooden bridge is the only way to the Peach Blossom Garden: "It was narrow at first, and people could cross it."
After a few steps, you will be suddenly enlightened. "But these dozens of steps are too long for us to work hard.
, and. And those who are not in agricultural registered permanent residence are walking around leisurely, because
It doesn't matter whether they pass the exam or not. Anyway, the country will arrange jobs after graduating from high school.
Therefore, my classmate Zhang Qingyu said to me angrily and helplessly: I want agricultural registered permanent residence.
Don't waste Sun's time!
It should be said that our people have stumbled along with the tail of idealism.
Come here. As in that era when everything was in ruins and full of vitality, each of us was not only
Some people are eager for quick success by changing their household registration and looking for a job, but they also have the ideal of thinking about the world, and they all feel that they will.
Either Lu Xun or Guo Moruo, or Hua and Chen Jingrun. Tired of studying, we lay in bed.
Looking at the purlin on the roof of the kang, I silently designed my future in society.
Supporting role
We use books to ferry ourselves. Although good or bad luck is unpredictable and the future is uncertain, it is often illusory.
I want the romance of "one village after another, people meet after dusk" to reach the other shore.
In this way, the study life of teachers' college has passed in a fog. When I graduated, there were several families living in the city.
Students stayed in the city, and rural people like us got diplomas, not agricultural registered permanent residence.
He was also assigned to work in a rural middle school.
Tears welled up in my eyes, "I wish you success", and I left all the excitement and encouragement sadly.
After leaving the city, I returned to the rural middle school unwilling and helpless.
After my father planted the willow, he never cared about it again, just like he cared about me. Welcome me.
When he got cut from the world, he became a shopkeeper. It's not that our father and son are indifferent-he's not.
Educated, can't guide learning when reading; He has no right to pave the way for me.
I have a bright future. All he can think about for me are some very specific and practical issues, such as marriage.
Marriage.
At that time, I was a little old and thought it would be convenient to get rid of the fatigue of farming.
It's ten thousand. When I left the village to say goodbye to the perennial smelly sweat, one of my father's
This sentence makes me feel discouraged. He said: It's not bad to be a teacher after graduation. At least it's easy to find a wife.
Woman.
So after I went to school, my father breathed a long sigh of relief: good trees don't have to be cut down, and good people don't have to.
Take good care of it. Look at my second son. I never took care of him. The set of willows that govern by doing nothing is successful.
I have received a letter from my father for many years.
And my experience in the city proves that my father's willow sutra is one-sided, it only
It applies to Liu Shu and me before they take the exam. Because cities are not villages.
One windy weekend, I suddenly felt childlike and wanted to twist a willow branch for my son.
Flute I walked many streets, but I didn't find a willow tree. When passing through the gate of the park.
Only to find a few willow trees crowded among many flowers and trees, aggressive.
The French phoenix tree is bloated with streets, and the gentle willows are just parks.
The specimens in the library.
Generation after generation of rural people moved from the fields to the cities, continuing the cities with the simplicity of willow trees.
The history of. Continuous willows enrich the city scenery and people with their resilience.
Emotion, farewell, willow smoke, willow silk-willow is the oldest city.
One of the photos.
Now the city's chest powder face has no willow mark. Because of the entry of the city.
Is it because of the degeneration of willow seeds?
Whether the city welcomes us or not, we walked into the city without hesitation. We inherit
Find the ideal nobility between reinforced concrete and the simplicity of willow and the loss of willow.
. Compared with the first generation of rural people surrounding the city and finally occupying the city, I
Children are not as tough as dictatorships with strong winds and heavy rains; Then a large number of rural second-generation recruits to the city.
Compared with the inferior, we will not be complacent and tame because of luck; We rely on
I don't have the capital to give orders and I don't want to be pushed around.
Those classmates like me were scattered and dormant in the countryside, and soon after, many people came to dream again.
This city. At that time, the lofty sentiments of inspiring words were still surging in my chest. Goodbye.
Noodles always encourage each other and think that they are also the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the city. However, autumn
Hair ran out of brains, wrinkles and vicissitudes of mind. In just over ten years, mutual encouragement ended.
It turned into an alternating cup of comfort, and gradually learned to use alcohol to smooth the gap in my heart.
Yes
Huainan is orange, Huaibei is bitter orange, and the difference between soil and water makes us congenitally deficient and shy.
The future of our "golden" embroidery is eclipsed. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.
I had to comfort myself and solve my embarrassment. The embarrassing situation has already made Sanliu Cotton feel overwhelmed.
The same classmates have gone with the wind. When people reach middle age, flower of life will wither, which can be attached.
The grass we are swinging on the branches is still far away, far away. Metaphysical is called.
Tao, the metaphysical, is the instrument. We have neither attained the Tao nor become a tool. Who ever gave up on me?
The ideal fresh stuffing rolls around in the empty secular world like glutinous rice balls, consisting of layers of mediocre dust.
Pinky, gradually turned into a social fun dough without personality and became a companion.
Lining and sacrifice.
Endure superficial fame and sing shallowly. Is it really the helplessness of romantic poets a thousand years ago?
Will this come true for us?
In the eyes of rural people, as long as it is agricultural registered permanent residence, it is reduced to the ranks of urban people.
No matter where you work. They think we rural people who live in cities.
A "city man" wrapped in gold paper has a bright appearance and the only taste is himself.
Safe. Unless there is a hole in this gold paper. Zhang Qingyu was the first person to have a hole.
. So he is often one of the topics of high school reunion.
Zhang Qingyu's hole appears in marriage.
When my son started primary school, Zhang Qingyu's son was still very strong. Not him
There are psychological and physical problems, and it is not the work unit that hinders it, but his own commitment.
His marriage. He has two younger brothers whose parents are honest farmers.
In order to reduce the burden on his parents, he vowed to give his two younger brothers a family and then consider his marriage.
His girlfriend works with him in the office, and she likes him very much, but she is worried about his family conditions.
I couldn't bear it, and after years of long-term love running and the promotion of sapphire was blocked, I finally married A.
The son of a director. Therefore, Zhang Qingyu, who is introverted, is okay under the pressure of family and marriage.
God has a problem. When I saw him again, he was haggard and stupefied in a mental hospital.
Surrounded by elderly parents. He has been asking about the price of reinforced concrete in our city.
He said he would go home and build a four-story building. His parents live on the first floor, and he and his two younger brothers live on the first floor.
I know he can't do this now and probably never, but he is responsible from the bottom of his heart.
The sense of responsibility almost made me cry.
Yes, none of us rural people who try our best to jump out of the farm gate have a future.
Brilliant ideal? Without the eager eyes of Guangzong Yaozu, which one is behind him? This is the moment.
Our sense of responsibility makes us wander between urban and rural areas and bear double pressure.
If we can't change our destiny, we must change our character. We are like willows.
Try to adapt to god's arrangement. The triviality of being bossed around buried the past day by day.
Ambitious and full of lofty sentiments, but the treasure of friendship is increasing day by day. Appreciate each other, the same.
Whether we are in the same boat or not, we are struggling in the same situation after all. So, when I boarded the ship from the past,
When I saw the word "Zhang Qingyu" in my notebook, I felt a fever in my heart. That's outside the gate.
The long-lost dirty country people were driven away by a strong sense of responsibility, only
The three words I am familiar with are pitifully lying on the paper, and have lost the spirit of the past.
Car-scrapping I don't know whether he subconsciously missed my good classmate when he was ill, or whether he was very clear.
After waking up, you came to me from your hometown in the country to talk about your depression?
More than ten days later, the bad news that Zhang Qingyu hanged himself came from his hometown.
Back to my hometown, I looked at the crooked willow tree outside the village for a long time, and I couldn't imagine that there were two strands.
The pain when the rope is wrapped around the neck. But I believe that Jade must be awake when she walks under the willow tree.
He must have thought of his living mission and his inability to change his destiny, his self-esteem.
Make him unwilling to be a drag on his relatives. So, in the fruitful autumn, the willow was harvested.
Zhang Qingyu. I lost a good brother who once confided in me.
Unintentionally inserted willows into the shade. Willow trees in front of many graves in rural areas are often unintentional.
Intentional handwriting. The coffin of the dutiful son is made of willow branches paste, and the coffin is buried in the grave when the deceased is buried.
At one end, the willow branches sprouted and took root, and gradually became trees. Clusters of yehliu in the field are usually
Annotation of life. Zhang Qingyu's grave is bare, with nothing, and he has no queen.
Generation, no one mourned for him, and naturally there was no annotation of life providence. But in fact,
That's just an external symbol, because Zhang Qingyu is a freehand brushwork of the willow itself.
With notes.
Later, I thought that the fact that the willow tree retired to the countryside did not mean that the city was cold and true.
The reason is that willow promotion is not timely and the living soil is artificially desertified. just as
We rural people who are struggling in cities are typical people under typical circumstances. Blessing or cursing
Living together, fortunately, we still have rural support. But back home, when?
Father 1998 The row of willows planted in the field shook their heads strangely in the autumn wind. Obviously, it puts
I regard it as a city person.