all the way

In November of the lunar calendar, there were several sleet and rain in Jiangcheng, the temperature dropped significantly, and the weather was humid and cold.

The first one who couldn't bear it was Mao Jianyong. He hardly went to class in the morning for the past week, and he was huddled in bed every day. Eating and going to the bathroom became a burden for him.

Then it was Yun Jian who started skipping classes frequently. He is from Kyoto. Except for Heideqing, his family is the northernmost. Everyone thinks that he should be more resistant to cold, but he huddled under the blanket and shouted: "My house has heating. No matter how cold it is outside in winter, just wear a sweater when you get home, the winter in Jiangcheng is really frightening, the house is colder than outside, I'm freezing to death!"

Liu Xia also had to struggle with his body every morning to get up. He lived in a cave dwelling that was warm in winter and cool in summer. He shared the same quilt. In summer, he would not feel hot when he exposed his hands and feet when he slept. In winter, it was covered tightly. It was warm and warm, and it wasn't until Rongze that he realized that living in an ordinary house was so painful in summer and winter.

And Jiangcheng is more uncomfortable than Rongze. Liu Xia's bedding is completely new. Liu Chuan bought things in Rongze and Sun Chang'e and Xiumei made it for him, but he always felt that the bedding was damp and had a musty smell. , Sleeping at night for a long time without warming the bed.

He wants to dry the quilt every day, but it is rare to have a sunny day in Jiangcheng in winter, and it is often gloomy, and there will be rain and snow from time to time. It's too late to get up.

One day, Yun Jian received a package from his home. Liu Xia had never seen or heard of the cotton coat inside.

Yun Jian patted the clothes hard a few times before putting them on, and sighed very comfortably: "Ah, the down jacket is so damn warm!"

Yun Jian's down jacket made Mao Jianyong envious. After lunch that day, he and Hei Deqing went straight to the largest shopping mall in Jiangcheng and missed a class. When they came back, they were wearing down jackets that were almost exactly the same as Yun Jian's, and they were comfortable even on their faces. His expression was the same as Yun Jian's, which made Liu Xia wonder, how warm is this down jacket?

Liu Xia is also very envious of the soft and beautiful down jacket, but he will definitely not buy it.

His current clothes are almost all new, they were made by Liu Chuan in Rongze and took him to a tailor shop, they are no worse than those worn by most of the students in the school, the reason why he and Zhang Fusheng, Sha Yonghe are dressed like others The army green clothes, but they look more rustic than others, mainly because of their skin color and temperament.

Clothing temperament is something that can be expressed but cannot be expressed in words. The same clothes will have completely different or even opposite effects on different people.

Liu Xia's complexion has become a lot fairer in the last few months of Rongze High School when he was lying in the classroom every day, but after he returned home during the summer vacation, he spent most of the time outside every day, especially going to Niujiazhai three times a day. Milk, his face was soon tanned again, which made him not look like a prince in a dragon robe, and Zhan Wei, who had a fair complexion, looked more foreign than him in the same army green top.

However, Liu Xia has no inferiority complex about this. There are not a few students in the school from the countryside, and everyone is similar. After all, Yun Jian and Mao Jianyong are very few. Even Yun Jian and Mao Jianyong often wear training uniforms during military training. wear.

On days when it doesn’t rain or snow, Liu Xia’s other things remain the same, except that he spends less time reading in the library every night. It turns out that they go there after dinner and don’t go back to the dormitory until after nine o’clock. Now the library is too cold, and they usually go to eight o’clock. It was so cold that I couldn't sit still and went back to the bedroom.

But everyone admits that the dormitory is really not the best place to read and study.

Hei De cleared the guitar for 3 minutes, and within a month his guitar was hung on the wall and became a complete decoration, but he cherished it very much, and no one was allowed to touch it. People who didn't know thought he loved music so much.

Zhang Fusheng is now proficient in playing several songs such as "Green Island Serenade" and "Grandma's Penghu Bay". Recently, he is going all out to conquer "Romance De Amor". His tinkling guitar sound.

Fortunately, the sound of the guitar is gentle and comfortable, even if it can't play a tune, it's not unpleasant. Yun Jian said that he couldn't imagine that if Zhang Fusheng liked banhu, how would they live in their dormitory now.

Liu Xia and the others often sing along with the guitar, their favorite is Cui Jian's "Nothing", howling at the top of their voices, "I used to ask endlessly, when will you come with me, but you always laugh at me and have nothing... ..." I felt exhilarated.

As long as one dormitory starts to sing along, the other dormitories will respond in groups, and then the whole dormitory floor is full of majestic male voices of "vomit vomit, when will you come with me, vomit... when will you come with me" .

Liu Xia is generally not affected by Zhang Fusheng's piano sound, but he is often stimulated by Yun Jian's poetry recitation and wants to escape to the water room.

Yun Jian's current fascination with obscurity poetry is comparable to Zhang Fusheng's obsession with guitar.

After lunch that day, dormitory 219 was filled with solemnity, Liu Xia was forced to temporarily stop practicing calligraphy, and looked at Yun Jian intently.

Yun Jian stared affectionately at the opposite wall: "A generation... the night—gives me—black—color—eyes, but I—use him—to—search—find—light (raise, Emphasis)—Ming (prolonged sound).”

……

Liu Xia waited for a long time but couldn't see what was going on, so he could only ask: "What's next? You, forgot?"

Yun Jian glared at Liu Xia.

Liu Xia looked innocently at the others: "What's wrong with me?"

Yun Jian said angrily: "I haven't forgotten, it's over, the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light, this poem is just these two lines."

Hei Deqing shrugged and spread his hands, expressing that he really couldn't understand.

Zhang Fusheng hugged the guitar and said: "It sounds so beautiful, but it's a bit too short, just like a half-spoken sentence, which makes people feel strange." Zhang Fusheng failed to speak Mandarin in the first week of military training. Now he speaks his native dialect honestly, and everyone can understand his native dialect.

Yun Jian looked around for a week and said contemptuously: "Essence, understand? The essence has always been only a little bit, and if it is too much, it will become garbage. The brain is very small, just a little bit? But it is the most important thing, no brain People are walking corpses.”

Liu Xia disapproved: "The essence is fine, it doesn't matter if the essence is less or smaller, but you are too small! Mai Jiniao is also very small, but at least he has a head, feet and a body, right? Like you, it is The ass of a wheat season bird, with limbs missing;

The brain theory you mentioned is a fallacy. Whether the brain is the essence of the body is another matter. Even if it is, you can’t have only one brain in your whole body, can you?If you want the whole person to be a brain without arms and legs, wouldn't it be a pile of shit? "

Everyone in the dormitory and Song Yan who happened to come in looking for Liu Xia with a notebook almost died of laughter.

Yun Jian was discouraged and sat on the bed panting heavily, and suddenly cheered up: "I'll give you another song. If you still can't understand this one, it proves that we really don't have spiritual resonance and can't communicate. Listen to it." Go!"

The few people had no choice but to calm down again, waiting for Yun Jian to play.

Yun Jian stared affectionately into the distance again: "You...for a while—look at me, for a while—look at the clouds, I think—when you—look at me—far away—, you—look at the clouds— —when—very—nearly—.”

……

Liu Xia looked around in confusion, he didn't want people to think that he was the only one who didn't understand poetry, but he really didn't understand the meaning of this poem!

Hei Deqing took a book and walked out the door: "My villager has something to do with me, so I'll go first, hehe...Qi'er, didn't you say to see your brother's letter?"

A few people in the dormitory reported their ages a few days ago. Liu Xia was undoubtedly the seventh child. To everyone's surprise, it was Sha Yonghe. With a baby face, he was only two months younger than Zhang Fusheng. He was the second child, Hei Deqing He is two years older than Liu Xia and a few days older, ranking sixth.

Liu Xia casually grabbed a copy of "Advanced Mathematics" and followed him out: "Ah-haha, that's right, why did I forget, my fifth brother hasn't written to me for almost three weeks, Song Yan and I will go get the letter together .”

Liu Xia and the others ran to the library to occupy a place and started reading. After a while, several other people in the dormitory also came. They had no class for the first period this afternoon.

Yun Jian sat opposite Liu Xia and kept rolling his white eyes at him. Liu Xia pretended not to see, but after a while he really lost sight. His spirit completely entered those wonderful words and numbers.

Song Yan came to borrow Liu Xia's class notes. He skipped class on "Physical Gravity" yesterday and slept late, and Liu Xia's original class was "Introduction to Mao, Ze, and Dong Thought". I thought it was very fun, so I listened very carefully and took notes like my professional class.

Liu Xia didn't take the notebook of that class, but he could recall eight or nine from the book, so he wrote it down for Song Yan. .

A few nights later, after Liu Xia and the others returned from the library, they were forced to be Yun Jian's audience again.

Today, Yun Jian memorized Gu Cheng’s “Listen to Time” which he found to be very deep and connotative, to influence a few barbarians who don’t understand the beauty of modern obscurity poetry: Wearing glasses—, let me thank the—unfortunate—day…”

Zhan Wei was expressionless;

Zhang Fusheng stopped turning the tabs;

Hei Deqing shrugged, spread his hands, and looked around helplessly.

Liu Xia calmly raised the brush: "Crazy!"

Yun Jian was furious, and tapped one by one with his right index finger: "You, you, you, you, you, you must listen to me! Whoever dares to run away halfway today, I will break up with him!

Thank you for the early-morning approval,

I—have a red—house,

I have - black linoleum - board - shed -,

I—— have a jar of yuan dong dong,

There are - lazy - lazy flowers - flowers,

there are poems,

There is—Tide—(Suddenly raises the volume) The red flame—(

Accelerate) I thank you for listening to the… bottom-board…”

Liu Xia grinned, lay down on the table in pain, and muttered, "This problem is really pitiful. I like to touch the bottom of the barrel. I have four big wooden barrels and two big wooden basins in my house. Why don't I give him one to let him go?" Does he touch it every day?"

……

"...Uh...Ah...hahaha..." The people in the dormitory held back for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back their laughter.

Yun Jian jumped out of bed and rushed to Liu Xia, grabbed his neck and shook his teeth, "This is poetry, it expresses the pain and hesitation in the poet's heart, and expresses the deepest loneliness in the poet's heart... I won't tell you anymore. , too superficial, too thoughtless.”

Liu Xia rubbed his neck and looked at Yun Jian with contempt: "What kind of nonsense poems do you have, 'I think back then, gold and iron horses swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger', "The general never took off his golden armor at night, and the army fought in the middle of the night". This is called a man's poem, the one you read just now..."

"It's the one reciting!" Yun Jian corrected angrily.

"Okay, the one who recited it," Liu Xia followed suit, "The one you recited just now was purely made up by sitting in the room thinking about things when you were full.

What kind of lazy flowers, you go and have a look, the flowers are either blooming brightly against the sun, or they are wilting in the season, let the wind blow down, and then grow fruits, how could he say The flowers are still lazily dozing off, cutting, making up, and like touching the bottom of other people's barrels! "

Yun Jian looked back in despair and asked those people: "Do you guys hear the hope and joy, depression and hesitation in the poem?"

Zhan Wei and Sha Yonghe nodded hesitantly, then looked at Liu Xia apologetically.

Zhang Fusheng thought about it, he is the head of the dormitory, and he is also the eldest brother of several people. He is obliged to encourage the legitimate hobbies of each member of the dormitory, so he nodded: "Well, I think Gu Cheng's family may be better than me and Qi'er's family. If he is still poor, then he will definitely be depressed, and my elder brother and my father are depressed all day long."

Yun Jian looked at Zhang Fusheng silently for a few seconds, then silently climbed onto his bed and pulled off the quilt to cover his head. When the others were about to reflect on themselves, he suddenly roared: "If I give you a few more readings Poetry, I am a pig!"

Liu Xia and the others calmed down immediately.

But within a few days, Yun Jian couldn't bear it anymore.

Liu Xia felt that he couldn't be too dishonest and didn't give Yun Jian a little revolutionary energy every time, so he sincerely put forward a condition in advance this time: "You read it to us normally, and I'll finish listening. expression."

Yun Jian rolled his eyes and agreed:

take my phantoms and dreams

in a long shell

boat canopy made of willow

Still lingering with the long chirping of Xia Chan

taut the mast line

The wind blows the sails of the morning mist

I sail

no purpose

rippling in the blue sky

waterfall of sunlight

wash my skin black

……

with golden straw

woven into a cradle

take my inspiration and heart

put it inside

Buttoned Wheels

let time drag

to greet the world

wheels roll

Herbs of thyme and chrysanthemums

crickets welcome me

shaking the strings

I dissolve hope into the fragrance of flowers

night like a valley

peak of day

go to sleep close your eyes

The world has nothing to do with me

……

I am walking

bare feet

i put my footprints

stamped all over the earth

the world melts into

my life

i want to sing

a human song

Thousands of years later

resonate in the universe

The Quiet Journey of the Soul The Song of Eternal Life

……

Several people listened very quietly this time. They still couldn't feel the profound meaning contained in that poem, but there was indeed something that moved them.

It was Liu Xia who couldn't help it first: "I like this one better, um, this is my favorite among the poems you recited, I like that line, use golden wheat straw to weave a cradle, and put your heart in it;

And that sentence, um... a boat made of willow branches swims in the river with the chirping of summer cicadas.

When I was at home, I would weave a boat out of branches and put it in the Fengxi River, put apricots, wild pears in it, and freeze it in the river for a while. It tastes cool and sweet, and it is very delicious.

The milk my cat drinks is also put in the Fengxi River to keep it cold so that it won’t go bad. "Liu Xia now knows that there is another thing called a refrigerator in the world. If he goes to work, he must buy one first, specially for cats to ice milk.

Although Yun Jian's surprise was somewhat discounted by Liu Xia's last two words, his hobby has finally been recognized by his friends, especially Liu Xia, a fool, actually said he likes it, which made him very happy.

He didn't know why, but he cared a lot about Liu Xia's opinion. Anyway, after Liu Xia's merciless counterattack against Mao Jianyong that day, and after seeing Liu Xia's calligraphy, Mao'er wrote to Liu Xia. He felt that Liu Xia's family was different from the ignorant and ignorant country people he thought before.

Liu Xia borrowed Yun Jian's "Selected Poems of Gu Cheng" to read, and memorized this "Fantasia of Life", but he only liked this one.

He was dragged by Yun Jian to listen to the recital of their poetry club, and he liked Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree" very much.

Liu Xia likes the smooth feeling of this poem very much, especially the last two lines "Love - not only love your stalwart body, but also love the position you insist on, the land under your feet!" trembling.

Liu Xia, who is still ignorant of love, felt the poet's emotions from the melodious and melodious modern poems for the first time. The poet's pursuit of freedom and equality in love left a slight trace in his heart.

But the reason why "To the Oak Tree" became his favorite modern poem in his life is the last line, which Liu Xia understands with full of light and affectionate patriotism.

Liu Xia likes Shu Ting's poems, at least he knows what Shu Ting is talking about.

As for the Ling Xiaohua that made Shu Ting disdainful, Liu Xia asked after asking what it was, and said: "Which one of you has it? I'll go and pluck out a tree in the future, plant it in front of our cave, and cover the outside of our cave. It's beautiful."

In the past week, Liu Xia has received letters from his brothers and family.

Liu Hai's letter contained a sketch of Liu Xia's head portrait. Liu Xia looked at the person on the white paper who was staring at him, feeling very strange.

Liu Hai drew from his memory the expression of Liu Xia, who is happy but with a bit of rebellious stubbornness, and his eyes are especially vivid. No matter what angle you look at, the people in the painting are looking at you.

There was 20 yuan in Liu Ling's letter, which used to be ten yuan. Liu Xia told Liu Ling in almost every letter that he could not spend all the money, but it was useless. The money he sent was for Liu Xia to spend on a daily basis.

The letter from home is that the whole family is safe and healthy as always, and told Liu Xia to study hard, eat well and dress warmly, and don't worry about the cat.

In Mao'er's letter, besides describing his studies and missing Liu Xia, he wrote "Happy birthday to my uncle!" in the end, which made Liu Xia tremble.

In the rain, snow, cold, humidity, in the dormitory, classroom, library, in the sound of the piano, poetry, and longing, Liu Xia spent his 16th birthday.

New Year's Day came in a continuous rain and snow. At the New Year's Day Gala, Liu Xia's contribution was to write a banner of "Surveying and Mapping Shuangxiong New Year's Day Gala" on the big red paper, and hung it at the entrance of the small auditorium, attracting countless eyeballs.

Jiangcheng University of Surveying and Mapping is a national key point. Although it cannot be compared with Beijing University and Tsinghua University, but in terms of surveying and mapping, Jiangcheng University of Surveying and Mapping can be regarded as a small place in China. Geodetic surveying and engineering surveying are the trump card majors of the school. , there is no objection to the so-called duo in the school.

Liu Xia’s counselor is a young Jiangcheng native, Han Tong, who graduated from school and stayed in school. He held the small drum for drumming and passing flowers and looked at the banner for a long time, and asked Liu Xia: "After school starts, I will ask you, what are the contents of your basic materials?" Did you write it, and you said no, that it was filled out by your brother for you, because your handwriting is not good, so this is your bad handwriting?"

Liu Xia looked at the words: "Well, except for my fourth brother, everyone in my family can write better than me. My third brother's handwriting is not as good as my father's, my eldest brother's and fifth brother's, but it is better than mine."

Liu Xia found that he couldn't pronounce the word "Bo" well in Mandarin anyway, so he simply replaced it with the more rural word "father". Anyway, in the Wangning area, when parents grow older, many of them call "father" and 'mother'.

Han Tong looked Liu Xia up and down several times: "Your family can't be some minister or prime minister who was in trouble and lived in seclusion in the previous dynasty, right? This word is written, and I guess that's what the former number one scholar was like."

Liu Xia scratched his head: "No way? When you read novels, the ancestors of this kind of family in the movie will put an ancient box in the corner of the bed. When any children and grandchildren are going to travel far, the ancestors will take out something that looks inconspicuous but actually Very valuable gadgets come out, our family from my elder brother to me have all traveled far away, my mother never gave us anything, and according to my observation, not to mention gold rings and jade bracelets, there is not a single copper plate in my family."

Han Tong and the group of people around were amused by Liu Xia and laughed.

Although they were all engineering students, and although the total number of girls in the four grades was less than fifty, the New Year's Day party was still lively and exciting, because it was more free than the welcome party, so the content was richer.

Zhang Fusheng accompanies "March [-]rd" to a schoolgirl, and the effect is quite good.

A third-grade senior played with an organ, and everyone danced in a circle. Liu Xia was pulled by Zhang Fusheng and Yun Jian. Yun Jian was already very skilled. Been on the wrong beat all the time.

At the end of the party, the tape recorder played dance music adapted from popular songs such as "Let the World Be Filled with Love", "Nothing", "Xintianyou". Everyone danced ballroom dancing, and none of the first-year students could dance.

Both had just jumped out of three years of highly intense high school life, and this was something they hadn't even thought about before.

Yun Jian and the boys who are obviously from the city are more bold and open, and they take the initiative to run over to look for those senior girls who are more pleasing to the eye, while the other first-year boys are all on the sidelines.

The few girls who didn't break through single digits in the first grade were invited by more than one senior, no matter how beautiful they were, and a few boys who really wanted to learn but didn't have a partner simply paired up with each other and danced by themselves.

Liu Xia's first New Year in the Gregorian calendar in the outside world, came slowly with the singing of "Tomorrow will be better" full of expectations.