Huhai Literature (Phase I) (Phase I)

Novel circle

-Wang Zengqi, "The Old Man Picking up Rotten Paper"

-Memories of Shen Ping

-Sun Yiyan's "Pancakes in the Field"

Prose week

-Sun's "Salute to Sorghum"

Shiziling

-Pan Yuhong's "Waipoqiao"

Poetry garden

-Shi Yujie's "Yong Huai"

-Sun Maoshuang "March 3"

-Chen Qiulin's "Dew in Late Autumn"

-There is sunny snow in Xishan, "Niannujiao Pear Flower"

Novel circle

An old man picked up rotten paper.

Wang Zengqi

Barbecue Liu has long since stopped selling barbecues, but people around Hufang Bridge still call it Barbecue Liu. This is a very popular Muslim restaurant, with a large place, affordable food and big pot dishes. Stir-fried spicy tofu, stir-fried beans, stir-fried garlic sprouts, stir-fried cabbage. The more expensive is braised mutton, that is, a small bowl of money, which can be cooked later. Put it in a washbasin, pour it into several deep iron cans, and simmer it slowly. It is always very gentle. Sometimes they sell small spoonfuls of stir-fry dishes: stir-fry mutton with green onions, dry-fry meatballs, which look like honey ... The staple food is rice, steamed bread, sesame cakes and rose rolls; Sell noodles, pour fried sauce and marinate. Sell Zhajiang Noodles in summer. Selling stuffing cakes. The pancake stove is stuck to the son of the frontispiece. As soon as I entered the door, I heard the sound of oil in the pancake pot, and the cake was fragrant and attractive.

Liu has a good barbecue business. When it comes to eating, especially at noon, people are always full. There are several small factories nearby, and there is no canteen in them. Liu is having a barbecue in their canteen. The workers are all in their prime and can eat. At least five pies (half a catty), a bottle of beer and two glasses of white wine are needed. Most women workers bring a lunch box, buy a pie, or fry tofu and rolls and take them to the workshop to eat. Some retired workers don't like eating at home, but they like barbecues, "wild vegetables" and order whatever they like. There is a gentle advocate who used to be an accountant. He comes to barbecue Liu every day. He agreed with his family that the "selection fee" of two yuan a day would be thrown here. The assistant manager of a coal station is still working, and his nails are all black. He has been eating barbecue in Liu for more than ten years. Here he comes, with no seat. The waiter immediately took out a stool from behind and arranged him in a corner. When there is cannon meat, he always comes with a plate of cannon meat, three baked wheat cakes and two glasses of wine. This plate of meat is enough for him to eat for two others, because Liu pointed to the coal he wanted to ensure for the barbecue. These are old customers. There are also some floating guests, including those from Northeast China, Shanxi, Baoding and Shijiazhuang. Big bags and small bags are colorful. Men pick their teeth with their fingernails, and women feed with open arms.

There is a person who must come every day, and there are two meals at noon and evening, both of which are here. Everyone in this street knows him. He is a garbage collector. He is in rags, always a greasy rotten cotton-padded jacket, with a rotten hemp rope tied around his waist and no shirt. I can't tell what color my face is. It seems to be light yellow. I don't know how old she is. She is in her sixties. More than seventy years old? A mouth with seven long teeth and eight short teeth is incomplete. Why don't you eat some soft rolls and noodles No, he always wants three baked wheat cakes and chews them with his head tilted. After eating the sesame seed cake, he stood up, found a bowl used by others and said to himself (he didn't care about it): "Find a noodle soup to drink with them." Drink noodle soup: "See you later." No one paid attention to him because he didn't know who he was talking to.

One day, he shared a table with several young people. A young man looked at him and whispered something to his companion. He was too worried: "Who are you talking about?" The young man ignored him, put down the biscuits and ran to the store: "Come out! Come out! " This is a battle. Beijingers used to fight in the street, not in shops, so as not to damage people's things and stir up their business. "Come out! Come out! " It was a phone call, and no one advised it. Nobody paid attention to him at all. Fight? Such a bad old man? This old man is really bad, from the inside out. These boys, any one of them, will knock him down with one punch. The boys looked at him and ignored him.

Is such a bad old man really going to fight? Can he play? Did you fight when you were young? It seems that he has never been in a fight, so he is not an arm player! What is he doing? Bluffing? I don't know. No motivation. Nobody takes him seriously.

Nobody paid attention to him, so he returned to his seat angrily and managed to finish the unfinished sesame seed cake. The mood has calmed down-there is not much emotion. "Go and find some soup with them." I drank two mouthfuls of noodle soup: "See you later!"

I haven't seen the old man pick up rotten paper for several days. I heard from the assistant manager of the coal station that he was dead. After his death, he found more than 8000 yuan under his broken mat, piled together and tied neatly with hemp tendons.

What is he saving money for?

About the author:

Wang Zengqi (1920 March 5-1997 May 16), a native of Gaoyou, Jiangsu Province, graduated from The National SouthWest Associated University, a writer in China, a representative of Beijing School, and the founder of He Lixia Literature School. He is known as "a lyrical humanist, the last pure scholar in China and the last scholar-bureaucrat in China". His writing style is unpretentious, and his main works include Taking the Ring, Making Notes, Anecdotes, etc. He won the National Short Story Award. 1997 died in may at the age of 77.

memory

Shen ping

? These old people are over 60 years old, but today they have a whim to hold a party for the 50th anniversary of primary school graduation. Fifty years, half a century. The wind and frost of the years have already dyed their hair white and wrinkled. Now that they meet again, can they recognize each other? Do they bury their precious friendship in their hearts?

So I made a phone call and sent a notice. After half a month of tossing, I really got people together. Except for four people in the class who went to another world party in advance, all the other four1people agreed to come.

The party was chosen on the first floor of a hotel, with slogans and colored balls hanging at the door, which was very grand. Of course, the first batch came from several sponsors. They found that the service of this hotel was really good: there was a waiter outside the door to open the door; As soon as he entered the hall, the waiter handed me the hot towel; There is also a little old man with a basket, giving everyone a pack of paper towels. Obviously, this is for their tears. The promoter praised again and again: well, that's very thoughtful.

Students came one after another. Everyone's arrival will cause a thrill. First, everyone looked at the visitor quietly, and then suddenly someone called out his name, so there was a cheer and a warm hug. There are also some people who really don't know him, but when he reported himself, everyone realized it immediately. This kind of excitement is even stronger because it also contains surprises.

Think about it. Is it easy to get together once every 50 years? Will there be a second 50 years in life? Yesterday's teenager, today's old man, you hold my hand, I hug your waist, talking and laughing and crying ... that scene is really touching.

The paper towels that the little old man sent to everyone really came in handy and found that the little old man was moved by them and shed tears. He also often wipes his eyes with paper towels in the basket.

After the excitement, the organizer began to count the number of people and found that 40 people came and one person did not come. Everyone is asking: who is he?

The little old man with a basket suddenly put down the basket and came forward and said, it's me. You didn't recognize me!

With a swish, everyone shot at him in surprise: you? Who are you? Are you kidding?

Under the scrutiny of 40 pairs of eyes, the little old man was a little embarrassed. He quickly straightened up and said loudly, I'm Dr. Chen. Please look again and think again.

The sponsor checked the list in a hurry, and the name Dr. Chen did exist, but ... 40 pairs of eyes looked at him from head to toe for a long time, and one sponsor couldn't help but say, aren't you a hotel ... doing this? He pointed to the old man's basket. Then he said, you're kidding. We are classmates. ...

The little old man seems a little anxious: I know it's a class reunion. Who can pretend to be such a thing? I am clearly Doctor Chen, please keep your eyes open and recognize me! The little old man muttered a little injustice: I bought this paper towel for everyone myself-the hotel still cares about you!

So 40 pairs of eyes focused again, hoping not to see through his bones, but shook their heads in disappointment. The little old man is really anxious this time. He said, your memory ... why is it so bad? Think back carefully, who is the first person in our class to clean up every day? Think again. Who will show you the clothes and turn on the water in the school sports meeting? Who does the hardest work in organizing labor in the class? ...

Everyone is still dubious. Suddenly, a female classmate screamed: Oh, I remember, he is indeed Dr. Chen, he is our classmate!

They all looked at their female classmates together, obviously hoping that she would produce evidence. The female classmate said with a little excitement: Do you still remember that once he stole a farmer's sweet potato near the school and let people catch it and show it to the public at the school gate ... Oh! They all let out a loud cry, and the doors of their memories opened in an instant. Now look at Dr. Chen, who looks like their classmates.

But at this time, Dr. Chen was not excited at all. On the contrary, he convulsed as if he had been hit. He opened his mouth wide, his face twisted, and said in a trembling voice, God, you remember this! I have done so many good things just to make you forget, but you are so ... hurtful!

Dr. Chen slowly turned around, picked up the basket and staggered to the door. He never looked back, even though he lost his voice behind him.

Brief introduction of the author

Shen Ping, member of Chinese Writers Association, national first-class writer, president of Guangdong Short Story Society, and special editor of Selected Novels. He has persisted in literary creation for many years, published more than 4 million words of various literary works in local newspapers and periodicals, and published short stories and short story collections 19. He has won more than 60 authoritative awards, such as the Golden Bird Award for Short Stories, the Bingxin Children's Book Award, and the first prize of the Chinese Miniature Fiction Society's annual selection. The film and television works "Hello, Silla Mulun" and "Fozhu Zang Wa" won the Flying Award and Guangdong Award.

Xixiang jade cake

Sun yiyan

This spring, when we were dining in a hotel near a scenic spot in Lanshan District of Rizhao City, the waiter brought a steamed bread and a pancake shortly after. Although it is not my favorite stone paste, when I met pancakes in a foreign country, I was amazed. I was the first to reach for a piece and chew it.

Manager Wang of a tourism company in Tengzhou, who eats at the same table, said: "This is not out of Shandong yet, nothing." Then, she told me about a pancake-related incident that she met during her trip a few years ago.

It's in the waiting room of a railway station in a provincial capital city in the south. Several of them were eating pancakes, pickles and salted duck eggs with relish when a middle-aged woman suddenly came up to them and stared at them intently. When Manager Wang looked up at her, she tentatively asked, "What paper are you eating?" When Manager Wang told her that this was our pancake food in Tengzhou, Shandong Province, she was surprised at first, and then almost drooled with envy. Manager Wang has been traveling with the team for many years, and this is not the first time he has encountered such a situation, so he reached for a pancake and handed it over. After receiving the pancakes, the lady thanked her several times, and then turned back to her seat in the waiting area.

Unexpectedly, after a while, the lady led a young man to come over and said to Manager Wang, "The pancakes you made for me are so delicious that I can't bite them. But I have given it to someone who can bite it. " After that, she stepped forward and pulled the young people around her. I heard that the young man quickly took the words and said, "OK, thank you. I am from Shandong, too. I have been working hard outside and haven't returned to my hometown for several years. I eat dream of eating pancakes almost every night. I wonder if I can have two more pancakes? " After some conversation, Manager Wang took out three pancakes from his travel bag without hesitation and gave him three salted duck eggs. After the young man took it with his hands, he bowed and thanked him again and again.

Since then, when traveling abroad, pancakes have become one of the standard items for Manager Wang.

Brief introduction of the author

Sun, a native of Tengzhou City, Shandong Province, was born in19611. 1980 After graduating from Tengzhou No.1 Middle School, he was admitted to the Air Force First Machine School. 1982 After graduating from the military academy, he was assigned to work in the Kong Lan Air Force. He has served as the ordnance division of the repair shop directly under the division, the political instructor of the ordnance inspection squadron of the aviation corps, the political instructor of the flight brigade, and the air force lieutenant colonel. 200 1 He chose to choose his own job and jump ship. He likes writing, insists on reading and writing, and has published hundreds of articles in military and foreign journals. Now he is a special commentator for Popular Daily.

Prose week

Pay tribute to sorghum

Sun yiyan

? Since 1978 entered the city to attend high school, I have left my hometown for more than forty years, but the lofty position of sorghum, an ordinary crop, has not been reduced in my heart.

? Sorghum is a tall plant. In the sixties and seventies when science and technology were underdeveloped and materials were extremely scarce, it was simply a "treasure" and was deeply loved by people. Not to mention the function of its food, list the following items.

? Fresh sorghum tea. In summer and autumn, members who work under the scorching sun sweat a lot and need to replenish water in time. The production team leader specially arranged for one or two team members to boil water in a cauldron and send it to the ground. Boiled water members don't like to drink, and tea can't afford it. Boilers often use local materials and boil red sorghum in water. Needless to say, the boiled red sorghum water is delicious, and everyone likes it. Especially in autumn, when the sorghum in the field is almost ripe, the water boiler will simply wash the newly cut sorghum head and put it directly into the pot to cook, so that the water tastes better. As for the sorghum rice in the water, not a grain can be wasted, all of it has entered the belly of the members. Red sorghum tea quenches thirst and satiates hunger, leaving people with a unique memory of that era. Unfortunately, no one applied for this "patent" that year!

? Warm sorghum shell cupping. Sorghum hulls with seeds removed can be used for cupping in winter. At that time, in winter, there was no heating equipment, and a small cupping was the snuggling of the family. The fuel in the cupping jar is sorghum shell, and the jar is an earthenware jar of the same size as the urine jar. First, put a proper amount of sorghum shells in the jar, and then put some plant ash with Mars on it. Use it to bake your hands and feet, and suddenly feel a warm current rushing all over your body. Before going to bed at night, it is also often used to bake the bed for the elderly and children and let them fall asleep. In fact, the biggest use of cupping is to put a baking basket on it and bake diapers for children, especially on cloudy days.

? Cheap and environmentally friendly household appliances. After removing seeds and hulls, sorghum ears can not only sweep the floor with a broom, but also brush pots and bowls with a broom. Using this brush to brush pots and bowls is just like using loofah, and there is no pollution. Now, it is still sold in the farmer's market, and my wife will buy it as always. Speaking of brushes, I can't help but think of the Torch Festival in Tengzhou. That is to say, every year on the Lantern Festival night, we children will carry the bald brush head accumulated at home for a year on the slope and ignite it and throw it into the sky. Torches dragged dragons one after another, some jumped up and some fell down, and the scene was spectacular. If a mobile phone is photographed and sent to a circle of friends, it must be one of the videos with a lot of clicks. Cut off the thinnest part at the top of sorghum straw, which is called beard. Clean the outside of the beard and arrange the upper and lower layers horizontally, so that you can make a round pot pat (pot cover). This kind of utensil is not only used as a lid such as a pot cover, but also used to hold pancakes, jiaozi, noodles, etc. A nephew who has been doing business in Jinan for many years brought it to Jinan. Before his death, he often basked in his circle of friends and held jiaozi or noodles. I never get enough attention.

Don't reduce the "pillar" of courage in the past. Sorghum straw is the backbone of sorghum. Sorghum still plays its greatest role after harvest. It's really "brave and fearless"! Sorghum straw can be used to weave foil, not only to make a bed (covered with straw and mats) to sleep, but also to dry and store grain. I remember watching my father weave tin foil when I was a child, especially when I started threading with tin foil pendants. I always carry those tin foil pendants for my father again and again, and I get a lot of praise from my father. The greater use of sorghum stalks is as rafters when building houses. To make a rafter, you must first bundle the sorghum stalks into a straw handle the size of a fist. This is also a technical job, which is usually tied by middle-aged and elderly people to ensure quality. When building a house, first arrange the rafters one by one on the beam, then cover them with mud (cover them at the back), and then cover them with straw or tiles.

? Sorghum straw can be used to weave all kinds of summer sleeping mats to meet people's different needs. Some mats are used to make beds for people to rest, some are used to dry and store food, and some are used to spread on the ground for women to wear quilts and cotton-padded clothes. There are even red mats specially woven for weddings and weddings, which can be used to make the bed for the bride and groom to kneel on and kowtow, or they can be wrapped around the wall connected to the bed like wallpaper, called circle mats. Stripping bamboo strips and weaving summer sleeping mats may be more detailed work. I have never seen them before. Mats used at home are all bought from the market.

? In addition, drying the leaves on sorghum stalks is delicious for cattle, sheep and other livestock in winter. Even the stubble left in the field after cutting sorghum stalks can come in handy. People dig it out, smash the soil clean and dry it, and then it can be used as firewood for cooking. Because of its many roots, people often use it to laugh at ladies who follow the fashion and perm their hair, saying that their hair is as vivid as overturned stubble.

? Pay tribute to sorghum!

Brief introduction of the author

Sun, a native of Tengzhou City, Shandong Province, was born in19611. 1980 After graduating from Tengzhou No.1 Middle School, he was admitted to the Air Force First Machine School. 1982 After graduating from the military academy, he was assigned to work in the Kong Lan Air Force. He has served as the ordnance division of the repair shop directly under the division, the political instructor of the ordnance inspection squadron of the aviation corps, the political instructor of the flight brigade, and the air force lieutenant colonel. 200 1 He chose to choose his own job and jump ship. He likes writing, insists on reading and writing, and has published hundreds of articles in military and foreign journals. Now he is a special commentator for Popular Daily.

Shiziling

Waipoqiao

Pan Yuhong

Waipoqiao

This is the most striking symbol in childhood memory.

March when the grass grows and the warbler flies.

Cooking smoke extends over the bridge.

Wake up the magpies in the branches.

Colorful wildflowers sway the spring dance.

Grandma took my hand with a vegetable basket.

Walking on the bridge

Toward the misty vegetable garden in the distance

Our reflection in the river is clear and rippling.

Fish spit naughty bubbles.

Hot June

Golden wheat waves call for maturity.

A cart full of wheat

Golden waves surge on the bridge.

A starry night

Waipoqiao has become a cool boat.

Walking by the river in the moonlight

Grandma and I sat in each other's arms.

Watch the stars blink and the moon is hidden in the clouds.

Slate is generous and warm.

That's grandma's temperature, that's the temperature of the earth.

I fell asleep listening to beautiful folk stories and country songs.

Grandma took my hand and crossed the bridge.

Accompany industrious cows through spring sowing.

Walking through the autumn harvest on the rustling leaves

Go through four seasons

The four seasons are warm as spring.

Walk through the wind, frost, rain and snow

Every day is fresh and pleasant.

My head is getting higher and higher.

Grandma is old.

Now I can only walk on the bridge alone.

Grandma's footprints are faintly discernible.

It's hard to find the time as the river runs away.

Brief introduction of the author

Pan Yuhong, male, Han nationality. From 2000 to 2007, he served in the South China Sea Fleet of the Chinese People's Liberation Army Navy and was engaged in news propaganda work in the Propaganda Section. Since 2008, he has worked in the Federation of Trade Unions in Junan County, Shandong Province. In his spare time, he is engaged in poetry and prose creation, and his works have been published in Hometown magazine.

Poetry garden

Express one's feelings in the form of poetry

Shi Yujie

Despicable nature is a child and forgets the world.

Always point to the moon, wave your hand and the wind will come.

Because of me, I am quiet, and the mountains follow me.

I don't know him at all, and I live in the west.

Brief introduction of the author

Shi Yujie, pen name: Jianwu Jushi, was born in Wuxi, Jiangsu.

March 3 rd festival

Sun maoshuang

In the early morning, birds are singing in the depths of trees, and the wind sends fragrance into my home.

After a bird's eye view of MC Davi in the countryside, I picked Sophora japonica in the mountains in twos and threes.

Brief introduction of the author

Sun Maoshuang, born in Zaozhuang, Shandong Province. Graduated from Shandong University of Arts and Crafts, majoring in traditional Chinese painting and landscape. He is currently a member of China Poetry Society, a member of China Cifu Society, a director of Lunan Cifu Society and a vice president of Lunan Confucius Poetry Society. Professional poet and painter. His poems have been published in China Lianhe Zaobao, China Cifu Pianwen Newspaper, China Poetry, China Poetry Monthly, Lishan Poetry Garden and Ganquan. Published a collection of personal poems, Leisure Life in Yun Xin.

Dew in late autumn

the Chen Dynasty

Acer truncatum leaves are red in autumn, and sleeping in lotus barrels is cold.

The seepage is crystal clear and moist, and it is crystal clear.

The breeze is round and the jade falls, and the drizzle is far away.

Tomorrow morning, the morning sun will shine brilliantly.

Brief introduction of the author

Chen Qiulin, pen name: quite picky. Retire. Jiangsu native, member of Xuanzhou Poetry Society, Anhui Poetry Society and China Poetry Society, and special author of Kyushu Metric Poetry Society. His works are scattered in poetry publications and online platforms, such as Wanling Poetry Society, Jingtingshan Poetry Society, Jiangnan Xinyun, Xijiang Mingyue Poetry Society, Sun Poetry Society of Chinese Writers Association, Huiyun, A Pot of Poetry and Dream Poetry Society, Anhui Poets' Home, etc. Many awards.

Niannu Li Jiaohua

There is sunny snow in Xishan

When it's sunny and snowy, seeing friends and neighbors, jade flowers admire each other. On the twelfth day, Bai Mei sighed. Last night, the East urged the wind and rain. Wan Xiu thousand branches, empty butterflies drunk, gently wipe the new makeup tree. The breeze meets and asks who the flowers are for.

Love the innocence of bald head, the beauty of Juan, and the eternal gift. Regardless of the good scenery in summer and autumn, love is only poured out in spring. It is a metaphor for leaving sorrow and shedding tears, which means that the flowers have gone home. Teach you life and death with the brilliance of spring.

Brief introduction of the author

There is clear snow in Xishan-formerly known as Wang Qiang, a member of Beijing Haidian Writers Association, began to write old-fashioned poems on 20 16, and has created more than 470 poems such as quatrains, rhymes and epigrams.