Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 3 Blue sky, white clouds, girl reading poetry
  This.
  Dongmei's name is Zhang Dongmei, and she is Fang Mingli's high school classmate. The two have a very good relationship, live close to each other, and often visit each other's homes. After graduation, Zhang Dongmei was admitted to a high school and technical secondary school, which was pretty good.

It turns out that Fang Minghua kind of likes his sister, a good sister!

But that's not me
  Besides, this Zhang Dongmei is not as beautiful as her sister. I really don’t know what the original one is looking for.
  "Ahem." Fang Minghua pretended to cough twice: "You go ahead, I want to read a book."

"Brother, I found that you like to read books recently."

"Didn't you just say that you wanted to make up for the lost time?" Fang Minghua said, turned around and walked out of the door to his room.

The Fang family originally had only two rooms in Tongzilou, one for parents and one for the two sisters. Later, after Fang Minghua returned to the city as an educated youth, his father tried to find a room with the leader, but there was a toilet next door at the east end. It smells a bit bad in summer.

Fang Minghua returned to his room, immediately shirtless and wearing a pair of big pants, lying alone on the bed in his room reading a book.

My younger sister goes to see a movie, and my parents go for a walk. My mother usually sits in the family yard chatting with the neighbors, while my father goes to the street to watch a group of people playing chess under the street lights.

It's not that he wants to make up for lost time, but there's no point in going out.

Xijing in the 1980s was far less prosperous than later generations. There were no cafes, Internet cafes, or luxury goods stores. Climbing the ancient city wall once was enough. The water in the moat next to it was still smelly. There was no such thing as the Everlasting City of the Tang Dynasty. The Big Wild Goose Pagoda still stood alone in the middle of the field dam.

The initial novelty of shopping for a few days has worn off. What’s more, it’s too troublesome to squeeze into the bus.

Might as well read a book.

When traveling to a magazine club, the only benefit is that there are free magazines to read in the club. Anyway, they are published by themselves, and there are also magazines from other publishers, such as "Contemporary", the poetry magazine "Stars", etc.

There is also a library in the magazine, which contains many Chinese and foreign classics, but you need a library card to do so, and someone like Fang Minghua naturally does not have one.

Today he was reading the latest issue of "Yanhe" magazine, which published an essay by Lu Yao: "Liu Qing in Critical Illness", which mainly commemorated the writer Liu Qing who died not long ago.

Sincerely.

At ten o'clock in the evening, he washed up and went to bed. When he woke up, it was already broad daylight and no one at home was there. Fang Minghua took a cold steamed bun and left the family courtyard. He walked around the nearby People's Park. The busiest thing inside was the newly opened park. There were many boys and girls in the roller skating rink not far away.

Fang Minghua stopped and looked at it for a while.

Before I was reborn, I played it when I was in college. My skill level was not high and I wasn’t very interested. I walked around for a long time and came home. It was already lunch time. My mother had already cooked. It was just the two of them while the younger sister went to eat. It's school, and my father usually goes out early and comes back late when fishing.

This time it was steamed buns, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a bowl of fish soup.

Fang Changhe and his wife both have retirement pay, and their son Fang Minghua now also gets 20 yuan a month. His daughter doesn't have to pay tuition for college and gets subsidies, so she basically doesn't have to spend any money, so her family's life is much better off than in previous years.

Zhang Fenglan is very satisfied with the life in front of her.

Of course, there are also some dissatisfactions. For example, the living conditions in the Tongzi Building are too poor and are far less good than the suites in the red brick building in front.

But that's where the magazine leaders and editors' families live, so naturally it's not their turn.

"Xiaohua, after dinner, go to your sister's school." Mom said suddenly.

"what?"

"I went to the food store on Tanshi Street this morning and bought a box of peach cakes. Your sister likes this, so you can send it to her."

I also love to eat.
  There is no way, since my younger sister was admitted to college, her status in the family has skyrocketed.

"Okay, I'll go now." Fang Minghua drank the last mouthful of fish soup, wiped his mouth, and stood up.

"Don't eat it secretly!" Mom warned.

I@#￥%……%
  Fang Minghua's heart was once again hit hard by his mother.

Fang Minghua carefully placed the paper-wrapped peach cakes with the logo of "Xijing Food Factory No. 103" in his yellow satchel, went downstairs and left the family courtyard, preparing to board the No. trolley bus.

A large group of people waiting for the bus had gathered at the bus stop. They saw the blue trolley bus slowly approaching from behind. When the door opened, Fang Minghua relied on his youth and strength to protect his satchel, exerting all his strength. He hesitated and rushed forward, not caring about the yelling and cursing behind him.

Quality?

That is a future matter.

Fang Minghua remembered that he had just crossed over, and he had to wait in line to get on the train. He waited for three trams to pass by, but he just didn't get on! From then on he learned to be good.

The tram drove south along Jianguo Road. Fang Minghua stood on the crowded car and quietly looked at the scenery outside.

The streets are full of bicycles, trams are wrapped in a sea of ​​bicycles, and there are also oxcarts walking leisurely.

On both sides of the street are wooden buildings from the Republic of China period, and the facades are all kinds of department stores and small shops selling clothes.

The most fashionable jeans and bell-bottom pants of this era have already appeared. In a very fashionable barber shop on the side of the street, a crisp singing voice came from the recorder:

Happy flowers bloom in my heart

The song of love blows in the wind

Our hearts fly far away

Looking forward to the beautiful revolutionary ideal
  Oh, dear people, go forward hand in hand, go forward hand in hand
  Our life is full of sunshine, full of sunshine

The autumn sunshine brings the atmosphere of the times to this thousand-year-old city.

The tram left Jianguomen and headed west along the ancient city wall to a place called Bianjia Village. Fang Minghua got off the bus and entered the gate of Western University.

The school is very lively. Students sitting on the ground and reading seriously can be seen everywhere on the stone benches and lawns by the roadside.
  There was a group of students standing in a circle next to them. In the middle was a short-haired girl wearing a white shirt and a blue overalls, her hair slightly flying in the wind, and she was reciting a poem loudly:

If I love you-

It’s definitely not like a climbing flower in the sky,
  Show yourself off by your tall branches;

If I love you-

Never learn from infatuated birds,

repeating monotonous songs for shade;

"To the Oak" by Shu Ting.

Fang Minghua thought the picture was beautiful, with blue sky, white clouds and a girl reading poetry, so he stopped and looked at it for a while.

After the girl finished reciting, there was warm applause from the surroundings.

At this moment, Fang Minghua suddenly saw several boys walking towards him, chatting and laughing. One of them, a boy with pimples on his face, looked familiar.

Isn't this Liu Jianjun, a engineering college student who insisted on breaking into the magazine to meet the editor-in-chief yesterday?

Why did he appear on the Western University campus?
  It was obvious that they still knew each other.

"Classmate Li Li, just now you recited Shu Ting's "To the Oak" with a full voice and sincere feelings. It was very good." Liu Jianjun said.

The girl was very modest and pursed her lips with a smile: "Thank you for your praise. I just recited your own poems and you also wrote poems. Have you written any new poems recently?"

Before Liu Jianjun spoke, the shorter boy next to him spoke quickly.

"He has written it and is preparing to submit it to Yanhe magazine."

"Really? Then read it aloud for us to enjoy."

Liu Jianjun hesitated a little, which reminded him of the embarrassing situation at the door of the magazine yesterday afternoon.

Naturally, he didn't say anything about this embarrassing thing when he went back. Now that he saw the girl's longing eyes, he thought about it and took out the manuscript from his pocket.

Although it is not as good as the one written by the doorman, it is better than what most of the people present wrote.

Clearing his throat, he read loudly:
  "Farewell to Love":
  Haven't had time to say goodbye yet
  The train has already moved away
  Suddenly, it got stuck.

He stared straight ahead to the left, as if he saw a ghost in broad daylight.

(End of this chapter)