The first time, in college, I used the money I earned as the first tutor to visit my junior high school classmates and girlfriends. The first time I traveled alone, I didn't tell my family. Although my friends took good care of me, I was still angry and stayed for five days. I had a broken mouth and a sore throat, so I had to set foot on my way home.
At that time, although it came and went in a hurry, it was not strange to the city, as if there was a connection. I still remember the clean and tidy streets; A group photo of eight women in front of the river relief; In front of the gorgeous flower bed, my girlfriend and I wore the same clothes and shoes, carried the same bag and smiled carefree; I remember the long and delicious shredded eel in all kinds of snacks my best friend bought me. I remember when I left, I cried with my best friend. . . Since then, I have forged an indissoluble bond with this city, and I have always had a deep memory of her.
The second time was 1978. I made an appointment with two young people who worked far away in Inner Mongolia to visit friends in Mudanjiang and agreed to visit Jingbo Lake together. As a result, I took the bus overnight, and when the appointed time arrived, they were more than half a day late. I forgot whether it was the car or the route, but they actually walked for most of the day to keep the appointment. This is very touching when the traffic is relatively developed. As a result, we didn't go to Jingbo Lake, even if we had a picnic by the boulevard of People's Park, we enjoyed it infinitely. Until now, our happy and bright smiles still appear in our minds from time to time. I remember that my girlfriend's family was vegetarian at that time. Because she believes in Buddhism, her five-year-old son said that eating fish would hurt. After listening to this, we were very distressed, but there was nothing we could do. My girlfriend is a person with many ideas. As the family of three are like-minded, we have to bless them. Although the heart is different, it is still remembered.
The third time was seven or eight years later. I went to Jingbo Lake with my husband and donkey friends. At this time, the girlfriends have converted to Buddhism and practiced in the three famous temples. We are just having fun. Jingbo Lake has excellent scenery, green pools, leisurely fish, thrilling diving, volcanic rocks everywhere, and smooth boulders that are sometimes flat and sometimes steep. . . I was shocked by the wonders of nature and excited to finally see this strange fate after many years.
I remember when I came back, dozens of people in the same car, only two people brought back many black volcanic rocks, large and small, full of holes. Now some are in my fish tank, on the windowsill, and some are in my friend's fish tank; There are also some strangely shaped roots found from the depths of the Grand Canyon. Some look like peacocks, while others look like antelopes. . . After the painstaking efforts of Mr. Wang, they have been vividly placed in my study and living room and become permanent memories. Because I thought I would never come to this city again, because the person I miss has left, although my heart is full of sadness; Until one day in 20 17, it seemed as if a bolt of lightning had pierced the sky. My eyes lit up when teacher Yifei landed in our group with Xiangyun! After a brief talk, the teacher's elegant charm, peaceful atmosphere and elegant demeanor completely conquered me. Talking with teacher Yifei is like a spring breeze, which is refreshing; Another example is the flooding of the sea, which is deep but not dangerous; More like a morning star, it cuts through the night sky of my lonely soul and guides the future direction.
Although I am no longer a newborn calf, although things are difficult and I still yearn for it, I have always felt lonely and confused, and I feel discouraged when I go on alone. Now I am suddenly enlightened and full of enthusiasm. I remember there is a saying in Yan Jiaxun Learning, "Young men are like the light of the rising sun; An old scholar likes to walk at night by candlelight ... "Although I am not old, I really wasted a lot of time and opportunities. Although I know that my learning ability is limited, I am willing to try my best to make a small step, a little star and a small window in my life. I am willing to read more books, think more about things and study Chinese teaching under the inspiration of teacher Yifei and other Chinese predecessors and rookies. . . Do something valuable and meaningful that you like. Maybe in the end, I will accomplish nothing, nothing. What does it matter? At least I have experienced it, and I have pursued it, so my heart is not barren. I am willing to take a small step and become a stepping stone for the latecomers; Willing to be a little star, emitting a little faint light to sweep away the haze for future generations; I am willing to be a small window, open a window to see the world as soon as possible for young people who are as confused as me, and find a narrow path leading to the ideal bright road. . . If, with our own efforts, we can spread enlightenment and make some contributions to the education in our hometown, then this life is enough.
For a long time, I feel that Damei Heilongjiang has unique scenery in the north, but it is remote and its cultural heritage is not deep enough. Some people have a sense of loneliness forgotten by the progress of civilization, and even feel inferior. However, as the land my feet have trodden on is more and more vast, my inner feelings for that black land are getting deeper and deeper. I want to know more about her, and I think I should do something for her. Just like people everywhere convey a common aspiration with their words and deeds, who doesn't love their hometown? I have always wondered, with teacher Yifei's talent and popularity, why did he stay in Mudanjiang, which is not very famous? It was not until I read her article recalling the story of herself and "Big Brother" that I suddenly understood that it was all because of her deep love and attachment to Mudanjiang, a small town! Think about such a woman, living in such a small town, and there is such a story. Isn't this a poetic dwelling? And I, the reason why I am no longer confused, the reason why I resolutely give up all concerns and work hard is not because of such a small town that I have an indissoluble bond with? I remember how excited I was when I learned that Teacher Yifei had come from Mudanjiang and still stayed in Mudanjiang. Suddenly, this city that I haven't heard from for many years has become my concern, which is more attractive and radiant, because there is a fairy sister living in it, and her heart is firmly grasped by her. I can't help but travel through time and space and look in the direction that has given me infinite beauty. My heart seems to feel that everything before is a kind of fate.
-Thank fate, Mudanjiang, I didn't lose you! Mudanjiang, Mudanjiang in my heart forever! Mudanjiang, once a warm feeling, is now a beacon and a beacon of future life!