In the late autumn night I came to the school hospital in the moonlight He asked me to see him because he had a minor operation The school and hospital which are covered with trees are so quiet The snow-white walls and the snow-white sheets reflected his slightly pale face We talked quietly in the ward with the faint smell of medicine peculiar to the hospital He told me that it was not a serious hernia until he got his passport to go abroad He said that his future abroad was uncertain and it was hard to say that he would do some heavy work I Investment casting parts helped him to go to the toilet and his footsteps floated saying that in order to be just in case in the future he had learned some martial arts during this period and then he could recruit some martial arts disciples which made me have an indescribable taste in my heart When I began to apply for a passport I was anxious and always hoped to get it as soon as possible but when I got it I was not happy and I felt a little reluctant to go Lying again in the hospital bed he looked up out of the window and sighed softly However he is gone after all He was gone with his incessant disorganized attachment The sound of the piano is far away far away What can I say about you the piano player who is far away I praise the people who have made silent contributions on the land of the Republic but whenever I see our overseas Chinese Hong Kong and Macao compatriots offering towering bridges and neat and elegant campuses to their hometowns in South Guangdong I often sigh with emotion Patriotism has national boundaries but it often has no national boundaries As long as they have a heart a heart towards the motherland! Isn’t it true that in this open age the earth has become smaller and blood is thicker than water! I remember a student studying in the United States once told me that in a foreign country the motherland is concrete in the heart of the wanderer The motherland often reminds them of a mountain a river an ancient ceramic a piece of music Every time I think about it I always feel excited No wonder Zhu Mingying who has been in the United States for many years said that every time she heard the sound of Erhu on the radio she wanted to cry As long as you miss your motherland and your hometown please play your dulcimer and erhu and let the Chinese music float in a foreign country May the high-spirited melody accompany you to struggle and create a new brilliance for Chinese people! Don’t forget your hometown don’t forget Yangcheng where you have lived for many years! While the world is changing every day the largest city in South China is also moving forward Do you remember that the Haiyin Bridge not far from Kangleyuan is a towering cable-stayed bridge with two towers much like a floating lute Now she is playing the music of hard work every day! When can I hear the sound of your piano again listen to the dulcimer playing like a gurgling mountain spring and listen to the sobbing singing of the erhu I always want that one day by the Pearl River in Kangle Park in the moonlit night you play the dulcimer I play the erhu and then play an ensemble is it “Rain on the Banana” or “Two Springs Reflect the Moon” 1993 Withered mountain Minoru In the barren mountains the spring breeze blows then lonely flowers pink snow-white shaped like cold plum die casting parts all over the mountains and plains gorgeous for a while In midsummer and early autumn the branches are full of fruits like nipples purple and sweet Adults go into the mountains to collect firewood and pick fruits by the way so that children who don’t know what apples and pears are can eat them happily Oh yes this is the main idea of a poem she once wrote called “Mountain Minoru” published in the wall newspaper of the class As a child in the countryside he has also eaten the mountain that his mother collected firewood so this poem has aroused many people’s resonance When she was in college she was the editor of the wall newspaper in her class Coming out of a county cultural center in a mountainous area she and two other classmates who were also from the county cultural center arranged almost every issue of the wall newspaper in the class Writing poems writing painting The wall newspaper is always full of pictures and texts and has become a beautiful scenery which often attracts the attention of students from other departments At that time she was young tall and delicate like a tall and straight fir tree under the morning sun swaying and colorful Often washed white clothes wrapped around the body will not make people feel rustic but there is a simple but elegant beauty But she is more as low-key and unobtrusive as Yamanori Apart from sometimes smearing on the wall newspaper her classmates often rush to the library after class After graduation she was assigned to work in northern Guangdong Like many scattered students there was no news for a long time One day in the early 1990s when I was revising a draft in my office I suddenly received a call from the duty room saying that a female county magistrate was looking for me Female county magistrate I am a little confused in my memory it seems that I have not dealt with any female county magistrate When I came to the parlor of the duty room full of doubts and when the people who accompanied her called her the county magistrate I suddenly realized that the wall newspaper man who held the pen in those days had become the “county magistrate” who die casting parts held the power I’m here to beg for alms She said “Because the departments in charge of education and health can’t make money but have to spend money and the mountain area is the food finance so we have to” She smiled helplessly and her delicate face in the past was now more resolute and imperceptible vicissitudes At that time I worked in the government office and had close contact with the provincial departments so I did some “go-between” for her “begging” and I don’t know if I helped her but I was deeply impressed by her idea of “serving as an official and benefiting one party” Later she learned from her colleagues who came to Guangzhou to work that when she went to the countryside she often cried when she saw the humble school buildings and the children who dropped out of school Therefore at the relevant meetings she argued many times to increase the input of education funds “We can’t give mountain children apples and pears but we should let them eat mountain minoritas” she said Whenever a flash flood breaks out she often takes the person in charge of the relevant department to walk on the muddy mountain road step by step to check the schools and hospitals one by one to see if there is any collapse and whether the personnel are safe What a responsible “county magistrate”! Time flies and when I see her again it is the fourth year of the new century In order to celebrate the 80th birthday of my alma mater the students gathered in Kangleyuan and invited some teachers She brought a newly published collection of poems Long Lovesickness which she signed and sent to her teachers and classmates Everyone congratulated her She was also busy greeting everyone and smiling happily autoparts-dx.com
Red in March
