Through the visit just now, I went back to 39 years ago-the year after the resumption of the college entrance examination. I tried my best to catch the bus of junior college and entered the normal college class in Baise area. This school was later nicknamed "Hundred Normal Universities" by classmates. At that time, there were many bungalows and few buildings, and the three-story building of a Soviet-style building was the tallest building in the school. There are two basketball courts side by side with the building, which extend into an open space. At both ends of the stadium and open space, there are four symmetrical bungalows, with refractory bricks or mud bricks as walls and red tiles as roofs. Tall buttonwood trees lined up in front of the house. There is a row of brick billboards under the tree, on which many poems are copied on white paper with a brush. Among them, the word "Roska" deeply attracted my attention. His poems and articles fascinate me as a newcomer.
In the days to come, I often heard his broadcast draft on the school radio station, only to know that he is my brother!
On one occasion, the school booked a film called Qu Yuan. While we were still immersed in the movie scene, the next day, a poem praising Qu Yuan suddenly appeared on the publicity column, written by Roska! The whole poem is nearly 100 lines, and the meaning, context and emotion are just right, which makes me dumbfounded. I think: even if I spend all my time eating, sleeping and studying, I can't catch up with him. He is the tree at the top of the mountain, and I am the grass at the foot of the mountain. No matter how hard I try, I can't grow as tall as him.
Around 1984, Luo Ge and I were transferred back to our alma mater. The name of "Hundred Normal University" was changed to Youjiang Teachers College for Nationalities, and I was fortunate to be a colleague with him. Fortunately, he is approachable and often encouraged by him, especially after we moved into a crooked building (built by Fujian people, which looks a little crooked to the naked eye), our contacts have increased a little. At this time, Luo Ge gave me a very cordial impression. He always smiles, especially on the basketball court. He kept running, grabbing the ball and shooting. Even though I didn't pass the ball to him many times, he didn't blame me at all, which made me feel his good cultivation.
His fame made him feel at home in Baise. At that time, there were many cram schools in Baise, including adult college entrance examination, pre-examination cram schools in various technical secondary schools, and technical secondary schools run by departments such as CPPCC NLD. Rocco's fame made him take all these classes. The income was not high at that time. At the same time, I can earn a little extra money to help my family and expand my influence. That's why not. After I transferred to normal college, I embarked on this road without exception. To my surprise, several of the classes I took over were taught by Brother Luo, and they all praised him for his good teaching. I took his class like a hot potato, so I had to bite the bullet and take it until I got it right.
I have been with Brother Luo for a long time, and my relationship with him is more or less close, and I have learned a lot from him. Later, he presided over the work of the Youth League Committee of Teachers College, carried out the work of the Youth League Committee in an orderly manner, and trained many League cadres. These regimental cadres have played an extremely important role in various departments until today.
The weekend dance is sponsored by the Youth League Committee. As the head of the Youth League Committee, Brother Luo is good at singing and dancing, which makes people believe in his versatility.
Later, he transferred from normal college and went into politics. Soon, I also transferred to a normal college in other provinces to make a living.
How time flies! More than twenty years have passed in a flash. Not long ago, on the 25th anniversary of the graduation of the Chinese Department of Grade 89 in Teachers College, I reunited with Brother Luo at a party in Jingxi. He is full of energy, and I can't help but marvel: the impression that Rocco gave me 39 years ago has not faded, but deepened.
At the end of the article, I have to write a poem:
Bagui towering, mountains connected.
West Germany is brilliant, sigh, sigh. "Attention"
Solomon is a talented man. He is a good man.
One card in the world, eighteen talents.
What's so difficult about reciting poems?
The podium is dry, and Kun has made great achievements in politics.
Song Yu dances and sings better than Pan An.
Yixi, the hero.
Besides, my brother Luo, everyone praises me!
Note: West Germany is Jingxi County and Debao County in Guangxi.