Prose picking up the shell of memory

There is always a period of leisure time, and our hearts need some rest in the busy rush, so we may flip through books and wander in the spiritual world, temporarily forgetting some secular troubles; Or go online to see what bloggers who have been friends for a long time are busy with and share their stories; Or tidy up some messy desks and bookcases, there are some books or letters, take my thoughts back to the past time, stroll on the beach of my heart, and pick up the shells in my memory. ...

I used to be the "trumpet prince"

I don't know why, but I miss playing the trumpet in a band more and more.

I still clearly remember the scene when I first joined the band more than twenty years ago. I was in a band for seven or eight years. Think about these seven or eight years, which is the most beautiful youth in my life. The life of the band has also become the most beautiful note embellishing my life movement, enriching my monotonous and boring single life. I remember when I first entered the factory, a group of young people were full of energy and worked harder in various jobs, and eventually they were young, not too tired, but their spare time was monotonous and really boring. Soon, I knew that the band of the unit needed to add new strength. At that time, I was quiet, shy and not very confident. Although I have played harmonica for many years and know a little guitar, I always feel that the band is out of reach and dare not sign up for the exam. It was my good friend who dragged me to be chosen. I gave a "trumpet" that was a little shabby but was crowned the king of brass music.

In order not to be eliminated, I carry a trumpet home and practice in a secluded place in the forest in the morning and evening. The master said don't play the melody in a hurry, first lay a good foundation, play long notes, and then run when you are stable. To this end, I really work hard and will soon be able to integrate into the band and play together. Every week, the unit should arrange the study and rehearsal of music theory knowledge. When a piece of music is practiced, it is often intoxicated by itself.

Band, it adds a lot of happiness to my life. I was a little lonely growing up. When I joined the band, the trumpet became my close friend. When I came home from work, I felt very happy and comfortable when I saw the trumpet on the music stand. In my spare time, I take it to the Woods to make it make a wonderful sound and make me feel unspeakable happiness. Of course, this kind of happiness is more obvious when performing on the stage. I am even more proud that the eyes of acquaintances fall on me. However, when I am worried about the hardships of life and sigh about the small burdens of the elderly, the notes of joy are getting farther and farther away from me. Even if I play the trumpet again today, I don't think I'm in the mood anymore. Happiness can only be a memory; That happiness can only belong to that era.

The band actually cultivated my self-confidence. This may be the most beneficial thing for me. This self-confidence comes from people's approving eyes and envious expressions. In this drama of life, when you are a protagonist or an actor, facing so many audiences, your mood is particularly different. I may be in the position of "propaganda" in the band, and I am gradually known and appreciated.

Now, when I sit in the audience and watch the band perform on the stage, I always think of the good times when I was a "trumpet prince" in the band. ......

I was picked up by the radio.

That winter was the warmest season of my year. Because in this season, I go to the radio to record. I put it in my personal yearbook.

That day, I was writing a news report on my desk when the phone rang and asked for me. The other party speaks pure Mandarin, has a sweet mezzo-soprano, and has announced that he is from City Radio. He asked me to record on the radio tomorrow and gave me a question. Let me think about it first. Put the phone down, I don't think it's true for a moment.

In my impression, recording on the radio is mostly the patent of famous celebrities. I have long been used to being an audience, and I never thought I could be the "protagonist" of the radio station. Such a thing always feels a little "blessed" and "overjoyed".

The next day, I arrived at the radio station as promised, and the host received me. She said: "You have written a lot of manuscripts this year, and the contribution rate is also very high, especially your prose. We invite you to join our column "New Rhythm on Sunday" today. Please ask some literary lovers to talk about your writing experience first; The second is to talk about how to improve the contribution rate.

I really don't know how to answer correctly. It doesn't hurt to talk about experience. As for writing an article, I'm afraid it's "not expecting anything". Because I was only a propaganda officer at that time, I could only be regarded as a "literature lover" at most; Although those two years were rated as "excellent correspondents" by the Metropolis Daily and the city TV station, when it comes to writing articles, there is always a taste of "teaching fish to swim". The voice of the radio station spread. Xiangtan is so big that there are many articles. What will happen after listening? After all, "art" is not high, so "courage" is not big. I only say that I write articles because I keep a diary, which is also due to certain objective environment. Keeping a diary exercises my writing style. Later, I became attached to Chinese characters because I was engaged in propaganda work, that's all. ...

Fortunately, although there are many musical instruments in the recording studio, there are very few people, only the host and me. Fortunately, the host is also quite easy-going and good at guiding, so he is not too nervous.

The next day is Sunday. Early in the morning, I turned on the tape recorder, waiting for the "new rhythm on Sunday" and expecting my voice to appear. At ten o'clock, I finally heard what I said yesterday. At the same time, I also broadcast my sketch "I am like Tom Chang", which seems to make people understand me more comprehensively. I pressed the record button to keep the sound and be my own "listener", listening over and over again.

One day, an acquaintance patted me on the shoulder and said, "You are a good boy! I was on the radio for a while. " My heart crossed the winter ahead of time, like the spring breeze. ...

I was married once.

"I left gently, just as I came gently ..." When the car carrying my desk and my people drove out of the office compound where they had lived together for three years, Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge suddenly appeared in my heart.

That symbolizes that the emblem of the railway is getting farther and farther and more blurred. It suddenly occurred to me that when I was a child, I skipped school and ran ten miles to see the newly-built railways and trains, dreaming of becoming a train driver when I grew up. I still remember that there was a Korean combat film "The Train Driver's Son" showing at that time. The huge and majestic image of the train has occupied my dream town for a long time, which has strengthened my belief in being a train driver. However, people's ideals and reality always seem a bit awkward. After I learned the professional knowledge of steam locomotive, fire burning and oil supply, I couldn't look out and distinguish signals normally because of my poor eyesight. In the end, I missed the dream of a train driver and became a railway worker.

This time, I had to leave the traffic and the railway. I think this world is still a "fate" after all. Although I have been thinking that it is difficult to leave my hometown, I can't help it.

On the day of parting, there is always a feeling of being driven out of my mind. At the farewell party, my friend Kan Kan told me what I had done over the years, and I was all ears. The atmosphere is relaxed and dignified. What is relaxed is everyone's laughter, and what is dignified is my mood and parting. Yes, anyway, this is my boyhood dream, which is engraved with my eight years of youth. It was covered with my footprints, shed my sweat and left me with deep concern. ...

For several days, my friends, young and old, sent me words, flowers, articles and songs. Words are confident words, full of nostalgia and encouragement; Flowers are daffodils, relying on things to support their ambitions and place their hopes on the elderly. The text is the lyrics, the poem is the hymn, and the song is the song "Forever Friends".

The bus stopped and my new job arrived. My old and new leaders are greeting each other, and my new classmate jokingly said, "This is your married daughter!" " "In a word, it suddenly reminds me of the feeling of being in a daze in recent days. It was like the smell of my daughter getting married. Haha, I was married once!

I started "nameless grass"

Recently, my life is mediocre and lazy. I don't know why, but I always think of my magazine "Unknown Grass" several years ago. Those days, though not vigorous, were somewhat exciting.

At that time, students from two technical schools came to the factory to repair the railway. The monotonous work and boring life turned the colorful dreams of the students into memories. After all, people who have read some books are young and unwilling to be lonely. Therefore, the idea of establishing the publication "Unknown Grass" in the Youth League branch was unanimously supported at once. Named "unknown grass", naturally out of self-knowledge. However, at that time, there was nothing in my stomach except a few drops of ink. But on the one hand, I sought the support of the leaders, and on the other hand, I used my spare time to collect scrap steel as funds, so an old mimeograph marked "Revolutionary Committee" was used by me. Iron pens, steel plates, wax paper, white paper and ink are all ready. Soon, a thin book with ink fragrance came out. The cover is a few unknown blades of grass with a bright red chapter of "Unknown Grass". Although a little immature, we are still as excited as holding it in our hands, because this is our own publication after all.

Originally an empty-handed "career", of course, the hope can not be too high. We just thought that "nameless grass" had its own life and pursuit of nameless grass. Running such a publication can not only give yourself a world to express feelings, but also experience the joy of creation and success. I don't want to, but her appearance has attracted the attention and love of all parties. At that time, a leader was very sure and wrote an inscription for "Unknown Grass" approvingly: "Unknown is the name, ordinary is the name, the scale is small, and the ambition is unrestrained." The chairman of the trade union personally wrote an article for the publication, "What else should we do for them? ! "We are encouraged by this.

In order to make this grass grow sturdily, I have made more efforts. I made a quarterly magazine for her, and the cover, layout and illustrations of each issue were carefully designed. When engraving, the characters are neat, standardized and full of charm. I also designed a periodical emblem. Gradually, the "nameless grass" has matured a lot, much like that. Holding it in your hand no longer makes you feel shabby, but a sense of pride.

This lasted for five years. Although there is no payment, the source of the manuscript remains the same. In addition to the members of the editorial department and contributors of "Unknown Grass", there are also unit brothers in Guangxi. Although we all do lettering and printing in our spare time and have no overtime pay, we are equally energetic.

Later, as the reading achievement of the trade union, "The Unknown Grass" made an experience speech, and our league branch became famous and entered the ranks of the first-class league branch in the city. The article of "nameless grass" has also moved towards elegance. Some of them appeared in the factory newspaper and metropolis daily, some in the metallurgical newspaper, some in Hunan literature, and some stood out here, becoming the secretary of the Youth League Committee and the chairman of the trade union, and embarking on different important positions. ...

Oh, thank you-my nameless grass!

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