Chapter 78 31. Go to Xinjiang (2)

During the farewell parties, Mr. Wang Jingshan invited us to eat at Cuihualou, and Mr. Shi Wuji invited us to eat at Hunan restaurant. He is from Hunan.Mr. Zhong Jingwen, whom I met through the reading club, hosted a family banquet. He is from Cantonese and knows Qiu Yun well. When I was farewell, Fang, Qiuyun and Yin Shoushi also came.Mr. Zhong has some calligraphy vertical scrolls in his home, one of which is a poem, describing a kind of hazy emotion. Huang Qiuyun sighed while reading: "Zhao Huiwen (the character in my book), Zhao Huiwen." Another life. I found some books about Xinjiang, and the more I read, the more fever I got.I ran to the Xinjiang restaurant outside Fuchengmen to taste the taste of Xinjiang first.Especially when the movie "Guest on the Iceberg" was being released at that time, exotic customs, mysterious nature, singing and dancing, poetry and dreams, can you not be fascinated?I can't wait to fly to the foot of Tianshan Mountain.I learned a lot of movie episodes, for a while, "Why are the flowers so red?" The singing of "A Snow Lotus" resounded throughout the house.

After confirming the request to go to Xinjiang, I proposed it to the relevant leaders at the reading meeting.First, Comrade Liu Zhiming expressed his "strong support", and the Chinese Writers Association also supported and assisted in completing the transfer procedures.It proves that the general direction of going to Xinjiang is correct.I told Comrade Wei Junyi that this is also "if you are poor, you want to change".At the time of criticism, there was a saying that if you are poor, you will change; if you change, you will become better;This kind of statement gives people a sense of fate that becomes more and more unpredictable.

The wife of the deputy squad leader who worked together in Yidan Shigou labor field also teaches with Fang. Her name is Zheng Zhaonan. She used to work for Beijing Daily. She is an extremely active and enthusiastic person.Not long ago, the branch of 109 Middle School passed her application for joining the party, but the district did not approve it, apparently because of her husband's hat.In order to give us a farewell party, she worked all night, piled up all kinds of dishes in the narrow house.Both she and her husband gave enthusiastic speeches, encouraging us to make great achievements in Xinjiang.I thanked them, but also felt their naivety and—sorry, I say "ungrateful" words—almost ostentatious.I think they still maintain their customary high profile.They still speak roughly the same language as we did in the early 1950s.Sure enough, I later learned that a group of haters in the Beijing Daily, including Cong Weixi, entered the Great Wall, which was related to the deputy squad leader. Maybe he was just naive?And innocence can also harm others and oneself.And Zheng Zhaonan's fate during the Cultural Revolution was even more tragic.

In order to attend Teacher Zheng's farewell dinner, I came to the family courtyard of Beijing Daily, and I visited the home of the cartoonist Mr. Li Binsheng by the way.The place where he lives is a concierge, about seven square meters. Things are stacked on top of each other, furniture is on top of furniture, and people are almost stacked on top of people.It was a sardine-can type home.Days like that should not be forgotten. Fang and I are also extremely excited about going to Xinjiang.Before leaving, I had my teeth repaired at a dental clinic in Wangfujing, and I bought a Chinese-style silk padded jacket.Fang wore a coat and a pair of woolen trousers, and took a group photo with her mother and sister.

In late December 1963, on New Year's Eve, we broke our boats, sold the furniture we couldn't carry, and set off for Urumqi with a three-year-old and a five-year-old child.There is no through train, so I went to Xi'an first, stayed overnight at the Jiefang Hotel near the station, visited the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and ate sloppy fire, (due to too much oil and stomach discomfort, but so much oil shows that the agricultural situation is improving rapidly ) for another four days and three nights by train, walking slowly on the Lanxin Road where the roadbed has not yet been fully compacted.Zhangye Wuwei, Wushaoling Hongliuhe, Jiayuguan Yumen, these place names make me very excited.I chanted a poem:

In front of Jiayuguan, the wind blows the wolves, the sky is vast and the sea is boundless, and the mountains and mountains are far away from Beijing and Huayuan. Ask with a smile when you will enter our territory. Wushaokui Peak walks the iron dragon, the Yellow River is wide and wide, and the Changhong is built, and the old man is affectionately smiling, and his own man is better than the old man. The time difference of the sun and the moon changes greatly, the cold temperature changes and the appearance becomes more and more thousand rivers. I seem to have known the snow in the Tianshan Mountains, and I have been looking for it several times.

... After I arrived, I sent some poems to my colleagues at the former Teachers College, and they responded that I still had some ambitions. Thirty-two, the red flag is like fire I was well received and taken care of by the comrades of the Xinjiang Federation of Literary and Art Circles.I was assigned to be the editor of "Xinjiang Literature" magazine.This is the first time I have really entered a literary and art unit. We first lived in the South Gate, which is very close to the People's Theater, People's Cinema, Bayi Theater, and the Yellow River Theater of Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps.Soon after I arrived in Xinjiang, I had the opportunity to watch performances in these theaters, and I felt very happy.

Although we are from the north, we still feel that the winter in Xinjiang is unbelievable. Going to the toilet or public taps to fetch water is like going to an iceberg.Walking on the street is always slippery, because the road is like a layer of jade cake, a layer of snow (and then part of it turns into water and then turns into ice) pressing a layer of ice and snow, and there is a layer of black stains on each layer of ice and snow. It comes from coal. Urumqi burns good-quality industrial bituminous coal in winter, including households, and black smoke is everywhere.People joked that in winter, the sparrows in Urumqi are also dark brown.Especially bicycles, when riding on ice and snow, there are small grooves carved on the ice and snow-the wheel track, if the rear wheel enters the groove, you can struggle out after shaking it, but if the front wheel enters the groove and enters the rail, you can only fall down.It's not bad for sons Shan and Shi, they can play ice skates while walking on the street.