Chapter 14 A dream of lakes and mountains is a life

In 1978, I graduated from Lichuan No. 1 Middle School in western Hubei.Half a year ago, this country had just resumed the college entrance examination, and it seemed that major events were happening every day.Before that, I was still thinking about where to go to the countryside—and started a tragic puppy love.People at that time seemed to be very simple. First, the female classmates handed over my love letter to the school, then I wrote self-criticism every day and went to the school office for punishment, then my parents scolded and beat me, and finally I attempted suicide. After waking up, in order to show that I was still a young man unwilling to be depraved, and for the self-esteem and toughness in my heart, I actually bit my finger and wrote a blood book.One line of words - if you don't get into Wuhan University, you will never be a human being in your life.

That year, I was 16 years old. As a result, when the notice came out, I was the only one admitted in the liberal arts department of the whole school.But sadly, he was only admitted to Huashi Enshi Branch (after changing its name four times, it is now called Hubei University for Nationalities).So, I refused to go.My father was afraid that I would fail the exam next year, so he sent someone to escort me away.Because I missed the university of my dreams, I became decadent and depraved early on. The three years of poetry and wine Meng Lang ended soon, and he was assigned back to the Lichuan Education Bureau after graduation.Fighting and forming associations in a small town in the mountains, often lying drunk on the street and being woken up by street sweepers in the early morning. When I was around 20 years old, I almost clearly saw my sad ending - from a clerk to a deputy section chief to section chief to deputy section chief to section chief.The final eulogy is - the comrade dedicated his life to the cause of education in the mountains, and was buried in the Guanshan Cemetery enjoying the sub-county treatment.

At that time, anyone who mentioned the word "Wu Da" would feel ashamed and ashamed. It should be said that my Wuda dream began when I was young.At that time, although it was popular to say that reading was useless, the whole country was learning from Zhang Tiesheng and Huang Shuai, but my grandmother who knew books and etiquette had been educating me on ideals.She is from the Jianghan Plain, and she can be considered a scholarly family. In that era when knowledge was guilty, she seemed to have glimpsed the future of this country.All she knows is Wuhan University, so I also believe that it is the only noble school.What's more, one of her nephews, the legendary strange man we call uncle, teaches there.To be precise, it was this uncle who aroused my yearning for this distant university even more.

Since 1979, I have started frequent correspondence with my single uncle.After finishing his career as a "rightist", he was transferred to Wuhan University to be the editor-in-chief of "Studies in Contemporary American Philosophy", and he kept borrowing and sending me various books that were not available in the mountains at that time from the library of Wuhan University.I often go to accompany him on holidays after work.He was a student of the underground party at Wuhan University in the early 1940s and a disciple of Su Xuelin, so he naturally loved his alma mater when he talked about it.At that time, Wuhan University had just entered the glorious era of Liu Daoyu, and my uncle kept telling me about the various changes in the school and encouraged me to take the postgraduate entrance examination.I know that I am not good at foreign languages, and I probably have no chance to inherit the mantle of my uncle.

At that time, Zu Wei wrote a reportage called "Happy Academy", which recorded the story of President Liu and a group of outstanding students. It really made me feel excited and full of envy.At that time, I never imagined that a few years later, these mythical characters and I would become lifelong friends, as if God was going to help me with this long-cherished wish. In 1985, my uncle sent an urgent letter, telling me that Principal Liu decided to recruit transfer students, and asked me to prepare for the exam quickly.In a daze, I finally saw a turning point of fate beckoning to me.

The exam is divided into cultural classes and social performance.Naturally, I am not afraid of cultural courses, but the performance depends on the published works.I came from the background of so-called "underground writing", and the limited number of people who have become printed, and also only write poetry, probably can't compare with those who write novels.Fortunately, Mr. Bai Yiqi, the dean of the Chinese Department, and Mr. Yu Kexun, the leader of the Academic Affairs Office, had good eyes and spoke for me. In 1986, I finally became one of the seven transfer students in the Chinese Department and entered the Luojia Dreamland.

The so-called transfer students are directly inserted into the third grade as junior college students, study for two years, complete 125 credits, and get an undergraduate degree from Wuhan University.What is really attractive is that everyone enjoys the same treatment, files are transferred to the school, and graduation is reassigned-in those days, this meant an opportunity to reshuffle life and start a new game.Otherwise, walking out of the mountains on a day when the personnel and household registration systems are extremely strict is really just a distant dream. Inserting into the third grade refers to attending classes. In terms of management, seven people form separate classes, with Mr. Ding Chen as the tutor.Mr. Ding is a disciple of Dr. Guanmen of Mr. Huang Zhuo, the fourth generation successor of Zhanghuang School, specializing in phonology and exegesis.Before I entered school, I had a little foundation in this area, and I was able to do a little bit in the collation of "Huang Zhuo's Collected Works", so my husband has always been tolerant to me.It should be said that the school spirit formed by President Liu at that time was freedom and tolerance.

In the 1980s, Wuhan University was indeed full of vitality.Various lectures, various student association activities, and a large number of active young and middle-aged teachers have attracted the attention of many students.Today, Yi Zhongtian, Yu Kexun, Zhao Lin, Deng Xiaomang, etc., who have become famous doctoral supervisors, were all lecturers at that time.Since we can take electives across grades and majors, we are eager to take any good courses.The teacher treats us married students with a somewhat extrajudicial favor—more freedom of movement.The teacher-student relationship at that time was also more fun, and it seemed that the legacy of the Republic of China University still existed.For example, Mr. Zhao Lin lectured on social psychology in the afternoon, and he came to my dormitory at noon to open a luncheon meat. We had a drink and then went to class in a hurry.During the cherry blossom season, the instructor will take us six men and one woman to swim in the lake, and then sing poems.Once, Mr. Ding and I published spring outing poems in the evening paper at the same time. After seeing it, Mr. Ding came to me and said——Your writing is more poetic.

Not long after I entered school, I was entrusted by a magazine to cover the Yangtze River Drifting with the team.After walking for a month, he drifted on the river every day, but the department didn't make any trouble.I took Mr. Shen Xianglin's ancient stylistics as an elective, and I only handed in homework, and I didn't go to a class. My classmates told me that every time Mr. Shen would ask—is that wild man here?I was a little apprehensive. I had to hand in one essay or poem in classical Chinese for the final exam. I decided to submit it in person and plead guilty, but my husband said——I just want to see you. student.You can't help but respect a teacher with such a heart.

I have a brother Wang Zifu from Beijing Renyi. We both took a drama art class at the same time, and the lecturer was an old gentleman with silver hair.Because most of the lecture examples are from Renyi's repertoire, the old gentleman knows that Zi Fu is there, and he will come over every class break to ask--I am right, please give me more guidance.This kind of open-mindedness of a great scholar made Zi Fu embarrassed to go to the lectures again. Mr. Yu Kexun and Mr. Yi Zhongtian, even if they were the ace lecturers of the Chinese Department at that time, they had no airs at all.Mr. Yu often invites me to drink at home and talk about topics that are inconvenient to talk about in class.He is in charge of contemporary literature, and most of the famous writers in China have had close ties with him, but under his elegant appearance, he is very bloody.Mr. Yi has known me for many years, and after two years of hard work, he forged a lifelong relationship with these teachers.

Because it was President Liu who reformed and innovated the admissions system and salvaged us out of society, many people regarded us as the "Whampoa Department" of Wuhan University. Of course, the president also had some preferences.At the beginning of each semester, transfer students from various departments will gather for a seminar, and the principal will come to give lectures in person.There are even fewer people in other departments, but they are the dragons and phoenixes among the people. Most of them are self-taught models set up everywhere. They are all grateful for being able to change their fate by the principal.Judging from today's development, most people have become highly educated and high-ranking cadres or executives. It should be said that without Wuhan University, maybe everyone is still in the mud. The principal's love for me can be described as high as the sky and earth.A few years after graduation, I hit a real low point in my life.The principal kept writing to me to encourage me, and even brought a few doctors to visit, donated books and medicine, and rescued me from the abyss of despair. Of course, there are also a small number of staff, teachers and students in the school, who are slightly critical of the transfer students, especially the Chinese department.Naturally, their theory is that universities do not need to train writers, and they always feel that these so-called literati who are undisciplined are just here to confuse their diplomas.When it comes to graduation, you have to defend your thesis, so some people inevitably want to see a joke.My dissertation advisor is Mr. Bai Yiqi, and the topic I chose was "A Glimpse of Zhou Zuoren's Late Thoughts"—I wrote a reversing article for this famous traitor.I first gave it to Mr. Yu Kexun for evaluation in private. Mr. Yu agreed with it in his heart, but he was worried that if he deviated too much from the mainstream discourse, he would be attacked during the defense.As a result, Mr. Bai actually agreed, and the thesis was successfully passed. It was later published in a university journal in the south. At the time of graduation assignment, it happened that Hainan was established as a province.Because I didn't want to stay in Hubei, but also wanted to catch up with the trend of the so-called special zones, I asked the department, hoping to be assigned to Qiongdao, or Tibet.The department tried its best to fulfill our dreams, so in 1988 I became one of the first batch of people who rushed to the sea.The fate in the future is like a crest and a trough, almost going through all kinds of bitterness in the world, so I won't repeat it here.But no matter how depressed and difficult I was, recalling the many teachers and friends I met at Wuhan University, I always felt that there was still strength behind me, still supporting me to face the miserable life.