The mountain is not high, and the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green. Laugh with red Confucianism, no Ding Bai. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian. There is no confusion, and there is no complicated form. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang, Ziyun Pavilion in Xishu. Kong Ziyun: "What's the matter?" . -Liu Yuxi
On the morning of April 26th, my son and I went to Minhang District to visit an old friend, Yi Zhe Junior. By the way, I also want to see his premature little daughter. His wife has been pregnant for more than seven months. On April 2, she felt that the number of fetal movements decreased and went to the hospital for examination. The umbilical cord is insufficient, the amniotic fluid is turbid, and the baby lacks oxygen, so we have to have an early cesarean section.
After delivery, the baby was rushed to the intensive care unit of the Pediatric Hospital affiliated to Fudan University because it was not fully developed. Yi Zhe is not only worried about the weak baby, taking care of his weak wife, but also has huge medical expenses, so he has to run around.
On April 6th and 9th, I was on pins and needles when I saw his rescue letter published on the Internet. But her daughter-in-law was admitted to the hospital because of suppurative arthritis. The examination found that the joint cavity was seriously suppurated and needed surgery urgently. My son is busy at work, and he has a cold that delays treatment, complicated with bronchitis and coughs every night. Granddaughter has a high fever of tonsillitis and wants to go to a hospital in Nanjing. So, I didn't go to Minhang until today.
Fortunately, there are no traffic jams, no toll booths, and few traffic lights. Just like God's will, they let us go. It only takes more than half an hour from Pudong to Minhang Jianchuan Road North Bridge. Yi Zhe lives in a community on Deng Hui Road. My son stopped in front of a supermarket nearby. I went to buy some fruit, and then called Yi Zhe to pick us up. The fruit was loaded into the car and I stood by the side of the road and watched. When I first met him, I didn't know what he looked like. Like a blind date, I was very uneasy.
Some people say that the network is virtual, but it is not. Friends you meet online can make real friends as long as you treat each other sincerely and have a heart-to-heart relationship. I met Yi Zhe in Luotian Splendid Paradise Forum. Every time I read each other's articles and poems, I can give pertinent opinions and encourage each other's works. There is no such thing as "scholars despise each other" and belittle each other. Similarly, there is no view that peers are enemies.
Gradually, we became good literary friends and got to know each other better. Knowing that he likes calligraphy and music and has the same hobbies, coupled with his writing attitude and indomitable spirit, I suddenly felt the feeling of meeting Boya. Although I am several years older than him. Han Yu said: "When I was born before, my understanding of Tao was the first. I was a teacher. When I was born later, my problem was also the first. I was a teacher. I am a teacher, and I don't know that years were born in me. Therefore, there is no distinction between high and low, no long and no short, the existence of Tao and the existence of teachers ... "
Of course, what Han Yu said refers to Confucianism, and the reason is the same. We learn knowledge regardless of age, wealth or poverty. There must be a teacher in a threesome. On the road of literature, he started earlier than me and has rich knowledge, so I can learn something.
I waited by the side of the road for a while, only to see a middle-aged man coming at the end of the alley. Hundreds of meters away, the two sides shouted each other's names in unison. I saw that he was about 1.7 meters tall, with thick eyebrows, a little bald hair, a little thin and full of energy. At this moment, he quickly stepped forward to hold my hand and greet each other. My first concern is his premature little daughter. He said, "The child is in the intensive care unit, and the hospital does not allow visitors. It only sends milk every day."
I am also familiar with this situation. The granddaughter was born prematurely and has been in the intensive care unit of the hospital. Since birth, the hospital has not been watched at all, and milk is delivered every day. She can only ask the doctor how the child is today and ask again tomorrow: how is the child? How many drops of milk did she eat? Occasionally I just look through the glass, but I can't see it.
This situation is so far away. Later, the attending physician knew that I was a doctor, so he respectfully called me an old-timer, and agreed to let me put on a white coat, a mask and a shoe cover and enter the intensive care unit. I saw my granddaughter in the incubator, with all kinds of tubes on her head and monitoring instruments beside her. In an instant, my eyes were filled with tears. I took photos with my mobile phone and showed them to my parents and family who missed her day and night. I think Yi Zhe's daughter was in the same situation as my granddaughter. I hope his daughter will get better soon, return to her parents' arms as soon as possible and grow sturdily.
My son brought the car over and I said, this is my son Xiao Lin. My son nodded to Uncle Yi Zhe in the car, then drove into the yard in the direction he pointed, and we walked behind. Into the quadrangle, on the second floor, a step into Xiao's home, the fragrance of calligraphy came to the nose. In front of me are a dazzling array of books, and the walls are covered with calligraphy and Chinese painting. There are many musical instruments hanging on the west wall. From south to north are cucurbit silk, Allegro, Jinghu, Erhu and several bamboo flutes.
On the left side of the door, there are bags of new books and a low wall on the table. There is a small bed under the window inside, and there is a row of two bookcases on the west side of the bed, which are filled with all kinds of books at all times and all over the world. There is a dining table and a chair in front of the bookcase. There is a big bed near the north, and there are a pile of books at the bedside. On the east desk, Four Treasures of the Study has everything. Brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush. Next to the wardrobe, there are many cartons stuffed. The whole room, with only the T-shaped passage, is the venue for the family's daily activities, and the rest are all possessions.
Yi Zhe's wife greeted us with a smile when she saw us coming in. Yi Zhe said: "This is the writer and poet Xiao Jiandong." I said, "Where where! Only love literature. " "This is his" xianggong ""Yi Zhe added. His beloved wife nodded and gave up her seat. Due to the short postpartum time and worries, her face is sallow and her spirit is slightly tired. But the round face and watery eyes are still bright. He looks younger than Yi Zhe.
I went to the west side of the dining table and sat down. My son is sitting opposite me. Yi Zhe took out a good Tieguanyin and said, "No matter whether it is light or strong, it is a good Tieguanyin." I said, "Be gentle." After a while, he poured a cup for each of our father and son, and a wisp of fragrance overflowed, which was refreshing. Yi Zhe brought sunflower seeds again. After we were busy, we chatted for a while. He said, "Try my craft at noon." I said, "We are going to Songjiang again. My brother-in-law will celebrate his birthday next Tuesday, and then my son won't have time to go to work, so we will support the students in advance. "
In Luotian's hometown, we often have a good time when young people celebrate their birthdays. A few days before their birthdays, we went for a drink called Zhisheng. It's called Zheng Sheng on my birthday and Bushen a few days later. Sometimes a friend's birthday will last for a few days, so he joked, "It's really difficult to have children." Although I explained the meaning, he wouldn't let us go, so we had to let the guests take care of themselves. So he began to go into the kitchen to arrange meals. We talked with Yi Zhe's wife and his eldest daughter for a while. Her daughter is doing her homework and is very absorbed in her study. Occasionally, she chats with us.
I saw the erhu on the wall. It itches a little. I haven't touched it for a long time. I want to try. When chatting with Yi Zhe on the Internet, I learned that he is omnipotent in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and poetry. At the age of thirteen, he began to speak Hubei drums and knew a little about martial arts. It is not easy for such a rural youth to be able to teach himself. Self-study university Chinese language and literature, from county writers association, city writers association, provincial writers association, president of China Ink Painting and Calligraphy Institute, vice president of Fujian Branch, etc. , and insisted on posting on major websites all the year round, and eventually became an online celebrity.
At the same time, he also wrote letters and petitioned state leaders on some livelihood issues and worked as a TV reporter. Not to mention holding so many positions, it is difficult to count them. Once the human potential is brought into play, it is really immeasurable.
I took the erhu down from the wall, debugged it, and the timbre was very good, so I played a song "Spring Ding Dong". I seem to have stepped into a secluded mountain road, sitting by the stream, watching the spring water flowing gently, listening to the tinkling sound of the spring water, enjoying the breeze blowing and the shadows swaying. My son recorded a video with his mobile phone, and Yi Zhe also ran out of the kitchen and played a hometown song "Ten Scissors". Skilled fingering and melodious piano sound.
He took down the flute and handed it to me. He wants to play a piano and flute ensemble. I haven't played it for a long time. I have been disobedient for a while and my breath can't keep up. Or is he skilled and handy? Just as he was having fun, he suddenly remembered that the food was still in the pot and went into the kitchen again. We continued to chat outside, thinking that we didn't bring a gift this time, so we took out 300 yuan and gave it to his wife as a token of my visit to them. For her daughter's huge medical expenses, this is nine Niu Yi points, which is of no help. So it can't be said to be a donation. Yi Zhe's wife insisted on not accepting it and repeatedly refused. I insisted on giving it to her.
Dinner is served around eleven o'clock. I want to drink beer, and Yi Zhe wants to drink Shanghai Lao Huang. We talked about literature, poetry, books and work while drinking. Yi Zhe has published five books. His poems and articles are simple, true, unpretentious, casual, moaning and pretending to be charming. Poetry is mainly ancient, but also modern poetry, prose and novels. They all have personal experiences and feelings, focusing on reflecting real people and people's livelihood.
I asked him what his new plans were in literature, and he said that he would transform into education. In the future, he wants to run a painting and calligraphy studio in Yi Zhe, teach young people to compose and paint, and promote China culture.
During the dinner, Yi Zhe and his son chatted very speculatively, exchanged business cards and drank wine, which made them feel happy and very happy. When we parted, Yi Zhe was sent to the gate of the community. I got on the bus and leaned out of the window again to shake hands and say goodbye. I said, "I give you eight words-knowledgeable and energetic."
When the car drove out of the alley, Yi Zhe was still standing there: a strong and straight posture!