Cai Wei

【eleven】

Hengshan and Xiangshui are parting again.

When the nearly 300-member "Hunan, Guizhou and Yunnan Tour Group" left Changsha, I looked back at the mountain city.The constant bombardment has given the city, like the land, a sense of urgency.The teachers and students wore the khaki uniforms presented by the unified Hunan Provincial Government, and the Military Commission of the Nationalist Government assigned several officers to lead us to migrate to the southwest of the motherland.

Looking at the map, we have to trek for more than 1600 kilometers, passing through Guizhou via Xiangxi, to reach Kunming, which is located in the rear.

I fulfilled one of my wishes, measuring this piece of land with my feet, eating and sleeping in the wind, but I can also look up at the night sky, full of stars, like the Prussian blue flannel night, dotted with diamond-like stars.Take advantage of the twilight of the morning light to climb high and look far away, close your eyes and feel the instant clarity of the world.

I once staggered along the muddy creek, and I had a bad intention to ask Lin Ximing to join me and splash the mud on his face, like two children who haven't grown up yet.I was also pulled up by him before dawn to watch the meteor shower, the stars hang over the plains, the moon surges over the river, and the vastness and tranquility between the heaven and the earth seemed to be only us, but was rushed by Professor Chen, the dean of the Academy of Astronomy after hearing the news The atmosphere was ruined, so I had to sit on the dewy grass with reddish ears and watch the shooting star pass by.

I have heard rumors that bandits are rampant in Hunan and Guizhou, but in fact we have never encountered them. Later, I heard that the chairman of the Hunan Provincial Government greeted the "Xiangxi King" in the underworld, but I felt that it was just a group of poor people. Scholars and poor students have nothing to gain and nothing to plunder, but it makes the soldiers escorting them all the way less worried.

Maybe it's because I have been running around to exercise my body, or maybe it's because I have untied my knots. I didn't get sick this time when I went south, except for the occasional cough and no fever.I also got leisure to get up early every day, walk a few kilometers forward, record the scenery and folk customs along the way, collect many never-before-seen plants as specimens, and even take my time to make bookmarks for students.

The folk customs in Xiangxi are completely different from Beiping or Changsha. When passing through Guiyang, I saw the Miao women wearing Miao-style pleated skirts and various silver ornaments on their heads, and I was amazed at the vastness of China.

I have recorded a lot of folk songs in the Yunnan-Guizhou area. Most of the folk songs here are male and female duets, and the hidden feelings follow the lingering singing from hill to hill.

At night, I often live in the same tent with Lin Ximing. I am cold, and when the night is dew heavy, I will keep leaning on him. Guizhou is also a little cold at night. Once I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t sleep. Lin Ximing also woke up, I vaguely felt that he pulled me into his side, hugged me, I felt my breath spraying against his ear, I don't know which nerve was wrong, and I was in a daze. A joke, "The ebony steamer is wrapped around three times... Ask my sister if you are a man or if you are a man without a man".But I also heard a reply in a trance, but I was sleepy and didn't hear it clearly. Mingdan woke up and vaguely recalled this episode, and asked Lin Ximing. After I asked him persistently, he said a little helplessly, "The ebony steamer is wrapped in three ways. The man has a wife and a sister. I am interested in coming if you are in love. I will pack up and make a room."

I couldn't straighten up with laughter after listening to it, "You remember this folk song clearly. You even compare yourself to a wife, so you're ashamed."

"It's just singing to you."

During the 68-day journey, I filled three notebooks, got a little tanned, and became much more energetic.The ancients said that "reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles" and "the unity of knowledge and action" are true. It's just that after the [-] kilometers, I have strengthened my belief that an inch of China's land cannot be lost.Such a great river and mountain, standing on this piece of land called Huaxia since ancient times, it is impossible to change the name and surname in the hands of my generation and fall into the hands of others.

"At dusk, dark and cold, a group of Robinson Robinsons standing on the island

Lost everything, and staring blankly into the distance again,

The dangerous waves are surging, reflecting the ashes of the past red. "

I heard someone singing.

"Just raise your hand and leave like this. We are a group of young people."

I looked over and saw that he was a student from the Department of Foreign Languages. He had come to my poetry class several times. His name seemed to be Cha Liangzheng. This should be a poem he wrote on the road. I asked his name, and he said it was called Qiqi. , it's a good name, I like it very much.

On April 4th, the temperature in Spring City was already warm. When I walked into the city, there were still people coming to welcome them. They were singing songs. I listened carefully for a while, and I should have heard them clearly. They sang, "Goodbye At the foot of Yuelu Mountain, return to Guiyang City. After a long journey of more than 28 miles, we arrived in Kunming today.”

I saw the people who came forward looking at us with hope in their eyes, I saw the Zhuo Yi on the faces of the young children, the singing was like a turbulent wave crashing on the shore, and the generosity and solemnity was like an eagle flying into the blue sky. Unshakable determination in the face of adversity but unwavering faith in justice.Thinking of the last sentence of the last lesson, "There will be times when the wind and the waves cleave", the student's firm eyes were like a rock, and seeing the newborn and vigorous indomitability of these children, a wave of enthusiasm surged in his heart, and his eyes felt moist.

"very nice."

Lin Ximing held my hand, "You and I chose to teach and educate people in the end because we can see such results."

"Confucianism, when you hear goodness, tell it to each other; when you see goodness, show it to each other." I looked at the students in the sunlight against the light, "Teachers are also Confucianists."

So I lived in Kunming like this.

The school building is in the north of Kunming City, all of which have just been built. The classrooms made of wood, bricks and tiles are not big, but they are large enough to accommodate a study desk.Principal Mei invited Liang Sicheng and Lin Hui to plan and design the school building, but it was changed again and again due to funding. It is heard that the three-story brick and wood was changed to a second-story, the low building was changed to a square, and the brick wall was changed to an earthen wall. Even the tin roof cannot be completely covered, only thatch will be enough.

I heard Huang Juesheng, chairman of the Construction Committee, say that Mr. Liang would cry every time he revised his manuscript, but he was so helpless in the current national crisis. President Mei promised him that if he returned to Peiping in victory, he would let Mr. Lin design a world-class design for Tsinghua Park. building.

When I was standing in the thatched classroom in class, I saw the sunlight passing through the tiny cracks of the thatch. Under the sunlight, the dust was curled and loosened with the cyclone, and occasionally fell on the student's desk. There was a small circle of light, a kind of Peaceful beauty.

Due to the shortage of funds, the school buildings for professors and students are very simple. Several wooden boxes are put together, and the mattresses are used to make beds. Clothes, sundries or books can also be stored in the wooden boxes.

But it doesn't matter. I listened to the sound of the students outside the window for the promotion of the new association, the sound of vigorous reading, and the sound of the pace of the military training team running past, so I was relieved.

If there were such a group of young people, perhaps returning to their hometown would no longer be an unreachable nightmare.