an old friend told me that middle-aged people are under too much pressure, so cherish their lives, and don't overdraw. Without anyone, the earth is not a planet yet.
I just laughed. We rural teachers are young, and our physical strength is not a problem. We are used to the working rhythm of "getting up earlier than chickens and going to bed later than mice". It's just that the psychological load is too heavy, and the work is not worth it. Moreover, I worry about the bad luck of being laid off all day.
"The deceased is like this", which is the rhythm of life. No one can break through it, and it will inevitably be abandoned. However, it reminds people that those who should not leave prematurely have ever rested underground?
In the deep winter of 27, the classroom was very 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. The schoolmate who worked in the ancient capital told me: Yong left.
He is from the suburbs, and he was also assigned back to the suburbs after graduating from normal school. After that, he only met once or twice, always greeting him a little, and then he left in a hurry for professional reasons. In a flash, it was more than ten years, nearly twenty years, and the students at that time had no chance to get together again.
Yong in my memory is five big and three thick. He is about the same size as me, with dark skin and slightly thick lips. He is a sports material. At that time, the school sports meeting represented the class every time. The winners and losers have been forgotten, but his appearance won the cheers and applause of the class members. I envy him for being strong, and I am good with him. I have also been to his sister's house with him and received warm hospitality from others.
However, after graduation, everyone's situation is different, and his age has jumped from seventeen to twenty or thirty, as if everything had changed. It's good to get together while we are brave, so I readily promised to take a leave of absence to attend the funeral of this young deceased and meet my long-lost old classmates for the last time.
Then, I informed my classmates in this county and went to Jingyang with them. After meeting several classmates there, I went to the ancient city together.
It's self-evident that when we stop at a place called Jinqiao Hotel and meet our schoolmates, we're particularly eager to say goodbye. But this kind of situation makes the whole scene shrouded in a sad atmosphere.
Later, there was a banquet to get together, and the scene was lively, pushing a cup for a change and smiling. When it comes to the missing person, everyone's eyes are full of tears. Several suburban students also know little about Yong because they are busy. Roughly fresh, another nearby description comes out.
"He got together with us during the Chinese New Year last year. He has given up drinking and said he is not feeling well. The careful female students have found that his face is black and blue, and most of them think that his family has a heavy burden and people are tired. His daughter-in-law works in the township government, and her salary is not high. They also bought a house in the urban area. The children are young, the parents are old, and the family burden is heavy. But thanks to Yong's hard work, he was busy at school and at home, and he had to engage in some small sales on Sunday. It seems that he has almost cleared the house money. 。”
"Come on, everyone didn't know it at first. On several occasions when we met chatting, we all said that we hadn't seen him for a long time, so we asked Hua, who was close to him, to have a look and see what the hell was going on. When Hua came back, he called to tell everyone that it was no good. Yong was ill and looked serious. At first, he was not asked to come 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 he doesn't want everyone to see what he looks like today. Why not watch it? His daughter-in-law said that she watched it early, but kept it from her close classmates. Later, Bo, who was close to him, went to see it, crying and criticizing Yong's ruthlessness. With a bitter silence, I finally entrusted him: if I can't do it, I will tell my normal classmates to meet me. In addition, if I can help, I will take care of my children. But who knows that this finally came so fast, he didn't wait for everyone to come, and went. "
At this point, he choked, and some people present were sobbing, and some female students were already crying. Then everyone raised a glass to mourn, honoring the young spirit who died in the prime of life. .
Early the next morning, everyone went to the funeral home to give him a burial. After a rest, his face was red and purple, and he lay there peacefully, ignoring the sorrows of his wife, children, colleagues, relatives and friends beside him, and was pushed into the cremation room with the sad music. . Then we said goodbye in a hurry in the cold north wind, and several nearby people had to bury him and see him buried.
Usually, when we talk about other people's deaths, we all laugh and say, "We will be like that in the future, and a small box god knows whose bones it is." But who wants to go there too early?
。 Our loved ones have gone, and we are crying with pain and grief, and we are stuck in our hearts; When our neighbor dies, most of us just shed a few tears of sympathy, replaced by our concern for the performance of our dutiful son and the solemnity of the funeral. -These are human nature. Since then, we haven't mentioned Yong and his children to each other. Could it be that everyone has forgotten him? Maybe it's just me.
Actually, there is another classmate who died earlier than him, and my junior high school classmate Weidong. Probably in 1992, I taught in the town and returned to my hometown during the winter vacation. I heard about his death and sighed for a while. Because, usually I'm just a passer-by in the village, and I only have one day on Sunday. Besides, the two families are far apart, how can I know about him?
when I was an intern in a primary school near the county seat, I heard that he went to Yi-zhi Agricultural School in high school. In fact, he was dropping out of school because of illness, so I bought canned cakes to visit him there. He looked good, smiling, and talked with me for a long time, but he didn't look sick at all. Before leaving, I told him to pay attention to health and see a doctor well. He said it was just an intermittent upset stomach. All hospitals have checked it out, and the doctor said there was nothing serious wrong with it. Let fate take its course. I was relieved to see his optimism.
Later, his grandfather, Yang Bushao, a retired teacher who was full of energy, lamented his early death every time he came to my place 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 outstanding. He has participated in several youth calligraphy competitions and won me prizes. After he was gone, people's magazines sent letters for manuscripts. Pay more attention to him! " .
Yes, Weidong is a talented person. In my eyes, he can even be said to be a genius. At that time, we were in the second day of junior high school, and he failed for some reason and sat in the first row. At first, people didn't pay attention to him, and some of our best students despised him and kept away from him. In the second day of junior high school, I added physics class, and I always can't do my homework well and often rework it. Until one class, the teacher praised him and said, "Everyone just needs to do half of Weidong. If you don't believe me, you can have a look after going down! " Is it true? After class, everyone really gathered around him and scrambled to see his homework: pen and ink writing, positive and square, neat format, and 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 the homework has gradually become neat. A few of them tried to do exercises with a brush, but they were stopped by the teacher, saying that it was too time-consuming and they would have plenty of opportunities to go to school in the future.
In a blink of an eye, it's the second semester of Grade Three, and everyone is busy for the exam. At that time, it was popular to go to secondary schools and normal schools, and excellent students were preferred, and of course they had to go through a second interview; Those who fail in the second interview will go to high school or agricultural middle school as those who failed in the first test. That year, there was an exam for recruiting students with special talents in our county, which was a few weeks before the formal exam. It seems that Weidong can show his talents. After he learned the news, he brought pen and ink, and concentrated on practicing in the self-study class, even during the meal time. Sometimes, when we watch his "performance", we forget to attend class or have a rest. Flowers, birds, insects and fish are animated by him, and rocks and plants are dyed by him. He is simply the legendary "magic pen and horse". Is it strange that he failed to enter the art class?
But things are often unexpected. He and his music-loving classmates from another class went to take the exam and came back one day later and said, "It's all the principal's fault. We missed the time, so we didn't get admitted. We are far from the county, and we should have gone one day earlier, but we were late. People have already finished the registration interview, and the teachers of that school have already set the admission quota and gone 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 plenty of 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 Day card to our school, and I proudly showed it to everyone. Everyone appreciated 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 normal school at that time, but also influenced by him to a great extent.
somehow, it was later learned that he went to Yiji Agricultural School at the beginning of his second year of high school, perhaps to secure employment. Later, it was his unfortunate death. He was half a year older than me. When he died, he was about twenty-one or twenty-two. The school hasn't graduated yet, and the glorious course of life has just started. He is like a butterfly that can't stand the severe frost in autumn, submerged in the yellow leaves that fall with the wind.
Perhaps, after many experiences in where will you go, we all became calm and even a little numb and indifferent when facing the death of our relatives and friends again. In retrospect, do you think this is a kind of maturity or a kind of illness?
people, don't forget at all times: the nature and virtue that make you human. Be a good person.