Yi Xinzhong
Yan Huicai
I have a book "The Legend of Qingzhou" published by China Tourism Publishing House on my bookshelf, so I read it. As soon as I turn it over, the name Zhang Xinzhong always comes to my eyes first. His Candle Painting is included in the book.
Zhang Xinzhong, from my village, is my classmate in primary school and junior high school. I remember when I was in elementary school, his name was not Zhang Xinzhong, but Zhang Tiantai. At that time, the classmate was naughty and grabbed the word "Tiantai" to give him a nickname. Not long after, he changed his name to Zhang Xinzhong.
When I was in primary school and junior high school, my favorite thing was reading, but at that time, there were no other books except Selected Works of Mao Zedong (volumes 1-4). His father is a teacher in New China, and naturally he has a collection of books at home, although there are not many. I remember that Gao Yunlan borrowed the novel Spring and Autumn in a Small Town from New China. One of them is a love poem, which I still remember. The poem is divided into two sections, and it is written like this:
Why don't you say it/Your silence is for me/If my guess is wrong/I'm willing to go far away/I won't make you feel half sad
If winter flowers need to enter the greenhouse/I'd rather be with the ice and snow/If I leave you, I'd rather go to hell to follow you
After I was admitted to Teachers College, I was attending the new middle school of China Language and Literature Self-study University. I didn't say what book to buy, just that he liked what I liked. At that time, he was also in the stage of hungry reading.
in order to buy more books with limited money, I chose to buy some books for him when the teachers college handled a batch of books at a low price. At that time, there was a bookstore in Teachers College, and there were two extracurricular activities every week. As long as it's open, I'll be there. Here, I bought Gu Hua's novel furong town for Xinzhong, which won the first Mao Dun Literature Prize at that time.
In 1985, Beijing Poetry Publishing Society set up a publishing institute to study poetry by correspondence, and the tuition fee was 15 yuan. We were both dreaming of poets. At that time, I was still studying in teachers' college. I don't remember whether he took 8 yuan, I took 7 yuan, or I took 8 yuan, and he took 7 yuan. Anyway, the two of us gathered together 15 yuan and sent it to the poetry publishing society to attend the study. At present, I still have several issues of The Unknown Poet published by the Poetry Publishing House. Unfortunately, the two of us who are dreaming of poets, needless to say, The Unknown Poet, have not been able to publish poems on it.
after I have a job, as long as I go home, I must find Xinzhong to play. Our topic is mainly poetry writing. It's often very late. I left Xinzhong's home, Xinzhong saw me off, and I came to my door unconsciously. At this time, the street was quiet, only there was a silver moon hanging in the sky, and several stars were so sleepy that they blinked.
Finally, Xinzhong published a poem in a family planning newspaper in Guangdong. The title seems to be "Bay, That Red Sail". At that time, I was envious. Later, Xinzhong published "Candle Painting" in Qingzhou Daily, and also published poems in "Kite Capital" in Weifang. I forgot what the topic was.
as for me, in 199, I didn't send out a single poem. It has been eight years since I read and wrote poetry in 1982. The people of China fought the Japanese invaders in the eight-year war of resistance, but I wrote so many poems in eight years, but none of them came out. I read one song at a time, and finally I couldn't deny hundreds of them, so I copied them into a plastic book packed in cardboard boxes (this was the prize I won with the Poetry Report from the Countryside when I was studying in Teachers College), which put an end to my poetry writing.
Later, Xinzhong no longer wrote poetry, but liked painting. The Education Bureau once held a class in Weifang Institute of Education to train art teachers, and now it is participating in the new middle school where Wang Che Lian is a private teacher. Xinzhong loves painting as much as poetry. I forget the year when he was transferred to the town junior high school as an art teacher. One afternoon, he rode a bicycle for dozens of miles to my school, and I was naturally extremely happy. The gift he brought me was the grapes he painted, and it was framed. In the evening, he and I, as well as his undergraduate correspondence classmate, my colleague Sun Lianzhong, had a drink for a change, reminiscing about the past and talking about friendship, which was very enjoyable. At that time, my wife also took some photos of us. These photos have always been treasured in my photo album.
since 1996, I have published articles on Chinese teaching and learning in China Education News, China Teachers' News, Chinese Monthly and Chinese Learning, and they have been published one after another. It is said that as you sow, you reap what you sow, and I reap what you sow, or as you sow, you reap what you sow. I have been reading and writing poems for 8 years, and none of them have been published, but I have cultivated my cognitive ability and honed my language through reading and writing poems, which has led to the writing and publication of articles on Chinese teaching and learning. From this point of view, I really should thank poetry for its gift to me. I would like Zhang Xinzhong to take the road of teaching, research and writing. I always want to help him after he has gained a foothold in this garden. Unfortunately, he died before he took this road.
On the evening of July 16th, 24, before dinner, the telephone rang. I picked up the receiver and heard my father's voice: "Zhang Xinzhong passed away!" I don't believe it. How is it possible? A few days ago, he came to my school for his son's college entrance examination. At that time, I asked Mr. Zhang Zhenwen, who had studied the college entrance examination, to give advice. Teacher Zhang Zhenwen said that the child's score has exceeded the line, but it is not much. I suggest applying for Hebei Railway Institute. This school, originally a military college, has strong teachers and good graduates' employment.
The next morning, in the light rain, I rode my motorcycle home, put the car down and arrived at Xinzhongjia. His wife is lying on the bed sobbing. Several women sat on the edge of the bed, saying nothing. I know that any language is redundant. So, what can I say?
Xinzhong is a member of Weifang Writers Association. I remember that Sun Rui, the former chairman of Qingzhou Writers Association, edited his poems in Selected Poems of Qingzhou in Fifty Years, but now I don't know where to get this selected poem. In addition to the Legend of Qingzhou, I have a mimeographed Collection of Shells shortly after I joined the work, including four poems by him, two of which were written by him to his son. I attach them here as a souvenir.
Op.1
Bingbing, did you hear dad's call?
Look at the way you talk to your father with a smile
Look at the flag that you wave the lotus root arm to the world
My father has vanished the worldly shadows in his eyes
Look at each other with relative innocence
Absolute innocence
Otherwise, Your two bright and clear lakes
will reflect two poor bugs
That little wandering bug
will certainly eat away at your heart
Op.2
-For Bingbing's first birthday
Last year today
The sun set off from you
and it will give you 365 days as sweet as Kurenai Rin dates.
Scratch as you like
You just learned to like
The sun comes to you as a starting point
You smiled
postmarked the sun's departure that day
The sun also solemnly
took off the glittering gold collar around your neck
as a souvenir of your first annual ring
. Appeared in the autumn of 1987, during the total eclipse, there was a golden aperture around the sun, which was brilliant and beautiful, so it was called the golden collar.