In the last days of Dali Normal School

This time, Dali Normal School will really disappear completely. Three family buildings were suddenly listed on the demolition list. After several negotiations, an agreement was reached. Some teachers signed it and moved out within the next month. Maybe two months later, under the roar of the rumbling excavator, it became a pile of ruins, and then it became a construction site. Later, it was unimaginable.

It's complicated to say goodbye to the campus where I have lived for more than 2 years, the flowers and trees in the yard, and the neighbors who once helped each other. Perhaps this farewell, this life is a farewell, each going his own way, a long road to life, where is the home? A nostalgia, a reluctance, a heartache.

the house has been rented to others for many years, but I went to see it this time just to say goodbye to it.

when I walked into the yard, I smelled a long-lost but once familiar smell in my nose. The yard is a little messy. There are advertisements for collecting waste products, old furniture and buying and selling houses everywhere on the walls. Some cars are moving. I'm in a hurry.

A white-haired old man, Mr. Zhao Zhongxiao, walked right in front of him. His figure was still straight and stalwart. The wind and frost of the years left a deep sense of vicissitudes on his face, but what remained unchanged was his thick eyebrows, sword eyes, Chinese characters and a serious face. When he first arrived at the normal school, he was about fifty years old, and he was a "handsome uncle". He used to be the director of educational administration and was extremely serious in preparing lessons for class. In a short section, he can write more than a dozen pages of lesson plans, with neat workmanship and meticulous graphics, which is a classic. Year after year, day after day, I always see him writing at his desk. In class, he doesn't look at textbooks and lesson plans at all. He talks and writes like flowing water. After a class, a blackboard is just used up, just like a beautiful calligraphy masterpiece with pictures. The layout is exquisite and ingenious, which makes people clap their hands. I sincerely thank Mr. Zhao for his guidance to my wife and me over the years, which made us walk more steadily and further. Next to him is his granddaughter, a little girl who was four or five years old and often went to the office to find his grandfather. Now she is almost thirty years old. Innocence has become mature and steady. Time is really a knife. Talking enthusiastically with my grandfather and grandson seems to be going back to the past. The Buddha said that it took 5 times to look back in the past life to get this life passed by. What is the leading edge of our roommate's affair for more than ten years?

Further inside, I saw Mr. Ma Yixiang. Mr. Ma is over 8 years old this year. He is not tall, but he is steady and alert. He hurried forward to say hello. Mr. Ma still speaks slowly, word by word, clearly organized and full of confidence. He used to be a school-level leader, but he belonged to that kind of marginalized position. Fortunately, he was indifferent to fame and fortune, and he was peaceful. He has two degrees from Jiaotong University and Tsinghua. He is well versed in arts and sciences, wise and smart. I have always respected him very much and admired his integrity, honesty, approachability and optimism. There was once a dawn, the sky was full of stars, and I ran into him on a long-distance bus. There were no seats on the bus. We stood in the aisle. I felt aggrieved for him. "You are so old and qualified. Tell the school that it is not a problem to use the car once." He smiled faintly. "I am a private matter and don't bother others." During the chat, I found that we have the same view on some things, which is quite speculative. Many years have passed, and I still remember the starry dawn, the long-distance bus driving alone, and the scene of two people holding the handrail and talking slowly.

a casual glance at the concierge, sitting trembling on the stool inside, isn't that Mr. Sun Zhibin? He is also over eighty, and he is kind-hearted, but he looks a little slow. When I said hello, I stuttered and couldn't pronounce words clearly. When I asked, I realized that the old man had a cerebral infarction. In a sour heart, the old man is kind, diligent and conscientious all his life, and he is also familiar with massage. At that time, I once twisted my neck, which was unbearable. Thanks to the old man's free massage several times, the pain was quickly relieved. Nowadays, seeing the old man suffering from illness, he can't help but feel dejected. I have to silently wish all the old people peace and health.

There are children in the yard, too, but I don't know them anymore. Looking at me curiously, a Tang poem came to my mind, "Children don't know each other, so I laughed and asked where the visitors came from". The ignorant teenagers I once knew who cheered and jumped have already grown up and left here, roaming the ends of the earth. Are they in a wandering foreign land, returning to this paradise in a midnight dream, looking for the laughter of the past?

people who have lived here for half a life and left in middle age, will you remember this youthful time in a misty and rainy day, with your heart beating in the cup? Occasionally turn over the yellow photos and turn over the past scenes, will you have a deep sigh like me?

Farewell, the red brick under our feet is full of stains and green rust, and the weak one has long been fragmented. After decades of baptism by wind, frost, rain and snow, we can trample it mercilessly day by day and year by year. This piece of red brick land, we walked, children ran, old people fell, birds jumped, dogs ran, and cars ran over. It recorded our footsteps running for life, witnessed our hurried aging, and soaked our sweat and tears. Standing on it now, I still feel at home.

Farewell, the sycamore trees in the yard have long covered the sky, but unfortunately, after people leave the building, they will inevitably be added with axes. In the last days, enjoy the bright sunshine and warm spring breeze. I really thank you, for being old friends for so many years, for spending half our lives with us, sheltering us from the wind and rain, and holding up a giant umbrella for us in the scorching sun, bringing us a coolness. The bird in that tree, like a business girl who doesn't know how to die and hate her country, is still singing happily, saying goodbye to the flowers blooming warmly in the flower bed downstairs, which are as red as fire and as white as snow. Although I don't know who is watering and fertilizing you, I have enjoyed my eyes for many years.

Farewell, those old neighbors, no matter you used to be high-ranking and arrogant; Still unknown, flat and faint; No matter we used to be like-minded brothers and friends; Or colleagues with different aspirations and looks like passers-by. The sea of people is boundless, and it is also a kind of fate that God let us meet in this life. Don't forget that we once drank the boiling water of a boiler, and don't forget the old educated youth in Xi 'an who burned the boiler all day and was cheerful and loud.