Author Ju Zhiqin
Preface: This is Yangjia Mountain in Qingkou, not Yangjialing in Yan'an. The bells in Yangjiashan were shocking, and the lights in Yangjialing were shining. I remember it so much and I will never forget it yet.
Author Ju Zhiqin
A few days ago, an old friend from Qingkou Mountain called and said that all the rice on the mountain passed the inspection and could be eaten with confidence. Rice grown from the high mountain cold water fields of Longdongba, Longhua Temple, and Aojiachang (Longtou) is comparable to Fuling Longtan rice. It has always been the " tribute rice " of the old Fuling .
This phone call from Qingkou Mountain evokes my memory of the past more than 30 years ago. That year was very uneasy. In the first half of the year, a group of students and children were disobedient and were bewitched and staged a farce. There was a flood in July, and Gaofeng Bridge and Gaodong Bridge were all over the bridge. The third-year junior high school students who entered the city to take the exam were in danger. There was another severe drought in August, and the vegetables in the soil were dried up to death, and the bamboo in front of and behind the house were almost gone.
In early September, I set out from the gate of Baohe Temple and arrived at the farthest Qingkou Mountain in Dianjiang . The mud and stone road was flying, and the shuttle bus carrying an atmospheric bag was open with its windows. When I arrived at Qingkou, my face was covered in dust, fireworks, and only a few petals of front teeth were white. After reporting, Principal Yuan said you should go to Xiangqian Village School in Shankanjiao.
Teacher Yang Shouhuan from the Township Middle School is from Xiangqian Village and serves as a guide for the people who went to Xiangqian Village School for the first time. Xianliang, Xu Ming, and Dejun, carried mats, bedding and washbasins, and left Qingkouchang to Xiangqian Village at the foot of the mountain.
Teacher Xianliang is a young old teacher. He has a very unique personality that the principal likes. He has just been sent to Pei Xingchang. He was still happy and sang incomplete pop songs in yellow tunes:
The bell of lingering is still ringing my sleeplessness;
The dusty days will never be a cloud of smoke.
Author Ju Zhiqin
This is the most popular song of that year. The magical song " The sound of the waves remains " by Mao Ning is popular all over the country, and is sung everywhere in and outside the campus. Later, I visited Hanshan Temple in Suzhou and read 108 inscriptions in front of the mountain gate. I fell in love with " Fengqiao Night Mooring " by Zhang Ji . Later, I had a pair of Q names such as "The sound of waves remains" and "The cold smoke of Fengqiao".
Xiangqian Village Primary School is located on a ridge, and the foot of the mountain is Changshou Lake. I heard that this place is called Yangjiashan, and there is a small temple slightly higher than the land temple. During the Cultural Revolution, a bodhisattva was swept out, and the house was also pushed out of the four olds, and this three-faced school was built on these stones.
Xiangqian School was once very famous. Dianjiang No. 5 Middle School also ran a junior high school there for three years and rented a tea mountain to do part-time work and study. The year we went there, it happened that No. 5 Middle School no longer held classes here. The new Youth League Committee Secretary Li was so energetic that he brought the teachers and students to move tables, benches, and beds.
Under the veranda of the campus, a vicissitudes of steel pipes are hung, and the sound of the school bells is ringing with an iron rod. Comrades from the German army are the person in charge and have the exclusive right to ring the bell and call the order. For more than thirty years, the bell has still echoed in my ears, beating my heart all the time, and the bell has never been forgotten.
Local backbone masses Feng Yingwen and Tan Xuezhang said that Yangjiashan originally had a bell worth more than 1,000 kilograms, and the bells could be heard by Lijia Bridge under the Kan and Shihuakan on the other side of the river. Unfortunately, it was smashed during the steelmaking process and turned into a pile of scrap iron like honeycomb coal.
More than thirty years ago, in that mountain village primary school, my children and I spent a three-year unforgettable life. Although three years have passed in the journey of life, they are rich and worthy of eternal remembrance in our memories. For us, it is a precious treasure. That life has taught us how to face difficulties and setbacks and how to be a strong man.
Yangjia Mountain used to be an ancient temple. When it was late at night, I often fantasize about morning bells and evening drums. If that big bell is still there, we will chant with the bell in the morning:
, crows cry and frost are all over the sky, ,
Jiangfeng fishing fire is facing sad sleep.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City ,
Bell rings at the passenger ship in the middle of the night.
Author Ju Zhiqin
Thick bells and loud sounds of books resound throughout the mountains and fields of Yangjia Mountain. How harmonious and warm. I often feel narcissistic and masturbating. At night, we fell asleep with the bell. The moon is on the willow branches, and I am already asleep peacefully around me. Under that lonely lamp, I am still writing hard.
After leaving Yangjiashan, I have been back several times at the invitation of local celebrities Cai Si, Jiang Yaomao and other old friends. I remember their feat of "stealing dogs" and "stealing fish", the date of Xiao Luchun and a bouquet of peanuts, the gift of wild mushrooms and wild mountain fruit. I want to become a persistent little tree, rooted in Yangjia Mountain, listen to the children's crisp singing like larks, and look at their simple and honest smiles. What kind of charm is that, I will be intoxicated with it.
Every time I have to go to Xiangqiancun Primary School to take a look. My original colleagues have been changing for many rounds, and I don’t know any of them, nor do they know me. The steel pipe under the corridor is still there, and is still faithfully fulfilling his sacred dictatorship duties. The last time I went there was two years ago, with two classes left in the school, and the total number of students was less than 30. The teachers were looking forward to withdrawing the school as soon as possible so that they could get out of this remote and deserted Yangjia Mountain.
I used to be full of confidence and passionate, but now when I think back, I finally became a "desergeant".
The moon is falling and the crows are always the wind and frost of thousands of years, and the sound of the waves is still gone.
Author Ju Zhiqin
I miss you when you see things and think a lot, as if you are back more than 30 years ago: the sound of reading is resounding through the mountains and fields again, the children's laughter is still cheerful, and the children's smiles are still bright.
"I don't care about staying or leaving, watch the flowers blooming and falling in the courtyard; I am not surprised by favors and disgraces, and I am filled with clouds rolling in the sky." Hong Yingming The artistic conception of " Caigen Tan " sounds so poetic and picturesque, so transparent and free and easy. In fact, how many people can do it?
Today, how do you and me repeat yesterday's story?
, the old ticket, can you board your passenger ship?
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The bell of Yangjiashan often rings in dreams. Unforgettable to the sound of the bell, unforgettable to that time, unforgettable to those people and things.
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Time of the year of Renyin, morning of the 25th day of winter
