If my memory is correct, I should have heard of Ji Xian's name in high school. We are the same age. Although we don't study in the same middle school, some of her high school classmates are my junior high school classmates, Wu et al., some ancient names and some literary lovers. I heard about Gao (her father) from my classmates, Xiao He, the literary tabloid of Gao's family, Lei Yin Literature Society and Ji Xian. She was a talented woman at least in high school. At that time, I was not a Lian Wenxue fan, but the literary atmosphere of Pingle Middle School really infected me. For the sake of literature and an old friend, I went to Pingle Middle School once and stayed in the dormitory for one night, but I didn't know Ji Xian at that time.
After graduating from college, Pingle Middle School became the first stop of my career, and I lived with Mr. Gao in Normal College. At that time, Mr. Gao had had a stroke, struggled back from death, and his right limb was hemiplegic, and he began to learn calligraphy and painting with his left hand. Gaos thought is a scholarly family, and Zhou Niang is warm-hearted. When my child was born, she helped arrange it on the spot. In those years, my life had nothing to do with literature, but only with the three-foot platform and daily necessities. With more and more contact with Gaos thought, Ji Xian's name is frequently heard. She is not in Qionglai, but seems to be working in Guanghan. When we met this time, we heard that she later resigned and went to Shenzhen, and now lives in Shandong.
In recent years, I saw Ji Xian's articles in the circle of WeChat friends, probably forwarded by her brother and uncle, all about deep nostalgia for my hometown, which is also a topic that I often can't escape. Later, I often saw her memories of her hometown in the literary section of Chengdu Daily, and I felt the same way every time. One day, I suddenly found a comment of "Rose" in my blog. Intuitively, I know that she is Ji Xian, a long-heard name. However, I never asked her who she was. I believe she should know who I am, and her family must have mentioned my name. Especially the year before last, I wrote the article "The Fate of Language" for Miss Gao. I heard that Gao's brother and sister read this article to Gao, and I was very moved myself.
A few days ago, Zhu of Chengdu Writers Association inquired about the order group of flying flowers on the Silk Road. Does anyone know Ji Xian? I guess he saw Ji Xian's Hometown Essay in Chengdu Daily again. I volunteered that I knew him. In fact, Ji Xian and I hadn't met at that time. I talked to her about it in class. The day before yesterday, she saw my message and replied that she was at Pingle Tiantai this week, hoping to get together, and left a phone number and a micro signal. At this time, we became WeChat friends. We talked about Qionglai's literary world, and she recently felt that Qionglai's literary world was alive again, which made her a Qionglai person in a foreign land feel very excited. She mentioned that her father and KaRen Yang ·Xi· Yongjun were the first people to start Morning Poetry magazine together. I've heard that the publication of Morning Poetry should be a landmark event of Qionglai's modern poetry enlightenment.
Ji Xian said that the whole family used to live in Pingle Middle School Teachers College. After his father fell ill, he relied on his mother to take care of him. Every year, his parents go to Shandong for a period of time. Last year, my mother got coronary heart disease, and even she needed someone to take care of herself, not to mention Shandong. Only she came back to visit them. The only son of Gao's family is Uncle Xian, who works in Tiantai Mountain Scenic Area and has to move to Xiaojiawan in Tiantai Mountain to live with Uncle Xian and his wife. Uncle must go to work first, Wenwen must run a small restaurant, and he must take care of the daily life of the two old people. You can imagine how difficult it is. This time, Ji took a public holiday for the first time and took his children to Tiantai Mountain to accompany his parents.
Ji Xian and I agreed to meet in Tiantai Mountain, where I have worked for five years, and to visit Miss Gao and Zhou Niang at the same time. After work, it's already six o'clock in Xiaojiawan. I am familiar with Gao's family. That strange face must be Ji Xian. At that time, she was busy in the kitchen with Wen Wen, while Zhou Niang was picking vegetables. When you see Zhou Niang, it's like seeing your mother. I went over and patted Zhou Niang on the shoulder. I don't know why I have such deep feelings with this family, and even my friends in the same trade say that they saw my happy expression. On the way up the mountain, I told them the story of Gao's family. I said this is a unique family in Qionglai. The TV station specially filmed "New Homeism in Fruit Basket" for Gao Jia, and also won the award of China Television Association.
Ji Xian told me that she pushed her father around just now, and now the old man is still in bed. I came back from the show with some friends. Mr. Gao is already outside. I clearly saw his excited face, and I suddenly burst into tears. I moved a chair next to his wheelchair and chatted with him. In fact, I dare not talk to him much, because I see the anxiety that he wants to respond to me but can't do anything about it. I consciously told him about Ren Hongyuan, Yang Ran and Xi's support for the army and the present situation of Qionglai literature development. His upper and lower lips kept opening and closing, and the muscles on his face twitched rapidly, as if to squeeze out the language, but I heard the same voice, and occasionally listening to a few words was my greatest gain. Even Uncle Xian can only guess his meaning according to the scene.
It's getting late, so it's time to eat. For me, there is a strong taste of reunion dinner. At the dinner table, I just heard that at the beginning of this year, Uncle Xian almost lost his life because of sudden pancreatitis. Now he can't smoke or drink, and Wenwen has some kind of disease. At present, the four people in the Gaos family are usually a jar of traditional Chinese medicine, which can be said to take care of each other. Friends in the same industry feel that they can't see the difficulties behind them. What she saw was a happy and friendly scholarly family.
Although Mr. Gao can't speak, this is always the topic of our discussion. He sat quietly beside him. I don't know if he can hear a few words clearly, for fear of making him look lonely. During the dinner, Ji Xian told me a story about a father naming his children, which made me more impressed with him. I used to know that Mr. Gao didn't use Gao's surname when naming five children. He just added a "first" after the words "Ping Shu Shao Ji". In response to this question, I asked Zhou Niang that I didn't even need a surname. Do the older generation agree Zhou Niang said with a smile, parents and grandparents are gone, which tube got him! I also asked Ji Xian if the name of the next generation would be changed back to Gao. The answer is that some have changed their surname to Gao, and some simply call themselves Bo and Zhong. I joked that this is not to create a new surname for hundreds of surnames!
This time, I was a little surprised by the revelation of Ji Xian. She said that the name her father gave her was actually "Ji Ya Xian Mansion", and several brothers also added "Ya Mansion" after the name, so the names were all four words, but it was inconvenient in real life, so the last two words were omitted. From the naming, we can see how idealistic Miss Gao was when she was young. An example given by Ji Xianlin just supports this conclusion: In 1950s, young poets left Yangguan in the west. I guess he was inspired by the Tang poetry. He must have read the poem "There is no separation from Yangguan in the west" along the way, or stepped on the beat of "Three Layers of Yangguan". As a result, he was arrested because he could not prove the commune or brigade, and he escaped after many twists and turns.
In fact, when I returned to Tiantai Mountain that day, in addition to visiting Miss Gao and Zhou Niang, I also had a purpose, that is, to bring Ji Xian several copies of Silk Road Elegant Collection and Furong Jinjiang to report to her about the current situation of literature and art in her hometown. However, we hardly mentioned literature at this meeting, but talked more about our hometown. We all grew up between the famous mountains and rivers and Qionglai, and we often wonder where our hometown is. She once looked at my mother's gardenias and asked, "Are all the gardenias in my hometown in bloom?" I was thinking about the poem, "You come from my old country and tell me what happened there!"! . When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? ? "
Today, I want to say to people who are in a foreign country but care about their hometown, please let me write my hometown to you.
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