My old friend told me: Middle-aged people are under too much pressure. Cherish life, but don't overdraw. Without anyone, the earth is not a planet.
I just smiled and didn't answer. Our rural teachers are young, and physical strength is not a problem. The work rhythm of "getting up earlier than the chicken and sleeping later than the mouse" has long been used to it. It's just that the psychological load is too heavy and the work is not worth it. Besides, I worry about being laid off all day.
"The deceased is like this", which is the rhythm of life. No one can break through it and will be abandoned by it. However, it reminds people that those who should not leave early have ever rested underground.
In the deep winter of 2007, the classroom was quiet and the final exam was being held in the school. Suddenly the telephone rang, and I couldn't believe my ears when I picked it up. My schoolmate who worked in the ancient capital told me: Gone forever.
He is from the suburbs, and he was also assigned to the suburbs after graduating from normal school. After that, I only met once or twice, always saying hello a little, and then I left in a hurry for professional reasons. It's been more than ten years, nearly twenty years, and the students at that time never had a chance to get together again.
The courage in my memory is five big and three thick, as big as me, with dark skin and slightly thick lips. It is the material of movement. At that time, the school sports meeting represented the class every time. The victory or defeat has been forgotten, but his appearance won the cheers and applause of the whole class. I envy him for being strong, and I am good with him. I also went to his sister's house with him and was warmly received by others.
But after graduation, everyone's situation is different. His age jumped from seventeen to eighteen to twenty or thirty, as if everything had changed. It's good to get together while we are still brave, so I gladly agreed to take time off to attend the funeral of the young deceased and see my long-lost old classmates for the last time.
Then, I informed my classmates of the news and went to Jingyang with them. After meeting some classmates there, we went to the ancient city together.
When we settled down in a place called Jinqiao Hotel, we met our schoolmates, and we were particularly eager to say goodbye. But this situation enveloped the whole scene in a sad atmosphere.
Later, there was a banquet, and the scene was lively, pushing a cup for a change and smiling. When it comes to missing people, everyone's eyes are full of tears. Students in several suburbs also know little about Yong because of their busy work. Roughly fresh, another nearby description came out.
"He met us during the Spring Festival last year. He has given up drinking and said that he doesn't feel well. Careful female students have found that his face is black and blue, and most of them think that his family is heavy and tired. His daughter-in-law works in the township government and her salary is not high. They also bought a house downtown. Children are young, parents are old, and family burdens are heavy. But because of Yong's efforts, he is very busy at school and at home, and he has to engage in some small sales on Sunday. It seems that he has almost paid off the house. . "
"Come on, you didn't know at first. We met and chatted several times, and we all said it had been a long time, so let Hua, who has a close relationship, go and see what was going on. When Hua came back, he called to tell everyone that this was no good. Yongsheng is ill and looks very serious. At first, no one invited him in. It was his daughter-in-law who forced the door open when she came back from work. Yong's illness can be imagined, just saying that I don't want everyone to see him today. Why not watch it? His daughter-in-law said that she had already read it, but kept it from her close classmates. Later, my close uncle went to see it and cried and criticized Yong's ruthlessness. With bitter silence, I finally entrusted him: if I can't do it, I will tell my normal classmates to pick me up. Besides, if I can help, I will take care of my children. But who knows that this finally came so fast, he left without waiting for everyone to come. "
At this point, he choked up, some people present were sobbing, and some female students were already sobbing. Then everyone raised a glass to mourn and remember the heroic spirit who died young. .
The next morning, everyone went to the funeral home to bury him. After a short rest, his face turned purple, and he lay there peacefully, regardless of the grief of his wife, children, colleagues, relatives and friends beside him, and was pushed into the cremation room with sad music. . Then we said goodbye in a hurry in the cold north wind, and several people nearby had to bury him and watch him bury.
Usually when we talk about other people's deaths, we all smile and say, "We will do the same in the future, a small box whose bones God knows." But who wants to go too early?
. When our loved ones left, we were in pain, crying with grief, and our hearts were blocked; When our neighbor died, most of us just shed a few tears of sympathy, instead of caring about the performance of our dutiful son and the solemnity of the funeral. -These are human nature. Since then, we have never mentioned Yonghe and his children to each other. Could it be that everyone has forgotten him? Maybe it was just me.
In fact, there was another classmate who died earlier than him, my junior high school classmate Weidong. About 1992, I was teaching in the town and went back to my hometown during the winter vacation. I heard about his death and sighed for a while. Because, at ordinary times I am just a passer-by in the village, and there is only one day on Sunday. Besides, the two families are far apart. How can I know him?
When I was an intern in a primary school near the county seat, I heard that he went to Yizhi Agricultural School in high school. In fact, he dropped out of school because of illness and lived with his uncle in the public security bureau, so I bought canned cakes to see him there. He looked fine, smiled and talked to me for a long time, but he didn't look disgusting at all. Before leaving, I told him to pay attention to his health and see a doctor. He said it was just intermittent stomach upset. All the hospitals have checked, and the doctor said it was nothing serious. Leave it to fate. I was relieved to see his optimism.
Later, his grandfather Yang Buxiao, a retired teacher with hale and hearty spirits, lamented his early death every time he came to me to mention him. At that time, I had been teaching in our alma mater, township junior high school. "It's a pity that my grandson is wretched. His calligraphy and painting are excellent. He has participated in several juvenile calligraphy competitions and won me an award. After he left, People's Magazine wrote for the manuscript. Pay more attention to him! " .
Yes, Weidong is a talent. In my eyes, he is even a genius. At that time, we were in Grade Two, and he failed for some reason and sat in the first row. At first, everyone ignored him, and some of our best students despised him and stayed away from him. In the second day of junior high school, I added physics class, but my homework was always bad and I often reworked it. Until one class, the teacher praised him and said, "everyone just needs to be half Weidong." I don't believe you can have a look after you go down! " Is it true?/You don't say. After class, everyone really gathered around him, scrambling to see his homework: pen and ink writing, square and square, neat format, orderly graphics and texts. At that time, I didn't know the word calligraphy, so I could only use the metaphor of "just like printed". Since then, everyone has gained experience from him and his homework has gradually become neat. Some of them tried to do the problems with a brush, but the teacher stopped them, saying that it was too time-consuming and there were many opportunities to go to school in the future.
In the blink of an eye, it was the second semester of the third grade, and everyone was busy with the exam. At that time, it was popular to go to technical secondary schools and normal schools, and excellent students were given priority. Of course, they had to go through a second interview. Those who fail in the second interview will be in high school or agricultural middle school as those who fail in the first test. That year, our county had an exam to recruit special students, which was a few weeks before the official exam. It seems that Weidong can show his talents. After he learned the news, he took pen and ink and concentrated on practicing in the self-study class, even at dinner time. Sometimes, when we watch his "performance", we forget to attend class or have a rest. Flowers, birds, insects and fish were animated by him, and rock plants were dyed by him. He is simply the legendary "magic pen horse". Is it strange that he failed to enter the art class?
However, things are often unexpected. He went to the exam with another music-loving class and came back one day later and said, "It's all the principal's fault. We missed the time and were not admitted. We are far from the county seat. We should have gone a day earlier, but we were late. People have already signed up for the interview, and the teachers in that school have already set the admission quota and went to other counties. " We also feel sorry for Weidong, and advised him not to lose heart, to work harder and get into a high school. There are still many opportunities in the future. He smiled helplessly and said, "That's the only way."
After graduating from junior high school, I went to normal school and he went to county high school. He sent a New Year's card to our school, and I proudly showed it to everyone. Everyone appreciates his hard pen calligraphy-vigorous and powerful; At that time, I learned to use "calligraphy" to describe his pen writing. Moreover, my calligraphy was not only the requirement of the normal school at that time, but also influenced by him to a great extent.
Somehow, it was later learned that he went to Yizhi Agricultural School in the second year of high school, perhaps to find a job. Later, he died unfortunately. He is half a year older than me. He was about twenty-one or twenty-two when he died. The school has not graduated yet, and the glorious course of life has just begun. He is like a butterfly that can't stand the severe frost in autumn, submerged in the yellow leaves falling with the wind.
Perhaps, after experiencing "Where Are You Going" many times, but facing the death of relatives and friends again, each of us became calm, even a little numb and indifferent. In retrospect, do you think this is a kind of maturity or a kind of illness?
People, don't forget at any time: the nature and virtue that make you a human being. Be a good person.