Chapter 14 13 I am also a "post-80s"

In recent years, recalling the 1980s has become a hot topic.Any era, once remembered, will always be covered with a layer of rose color, not to mention, it is often the right of a few cultural people to turn memories into words.Those who have the right to speak subconsciously decorate or distort an era. Of course, this is a common problem of every generation. I was born in the 1960s, and the era of the eight-character head belonged to me, from 1980 to 1989, which was exactly the ten years from the age of twelve to twenty-one. Graduated from college and went to work.Therefore, I typically belong to the "Generation 468", that is, a group of people born in the 1960s, educated in the 1980s, and now in their forties.Therefore, looking at other people's memories of the 1980s is also unforgettable to me. After all, it is where my growth and youth lie.

In recent years, people have invented a term called "post-80s" to summarize the people born in this decade.But I sometimes think: Perhaps those of us who grew up and were educated in the 1980s are more qualified to be called "post-80s", because that is indeed a decade that we have a definite perception of. Intellectuals beautify the 1980s in their memories, nothing more than evaluating and affirming that it was an era when spiritual pursuits were more amplified, and the banner of ideals fluttered in the wind.But behind this advantage, there are two features that are easily overlooked.First, the pursuit of spirituality was advocated because in the past absurd years, the spirit of ordinary people was suppressed for too long and went blank. In the 1980s, various trends of thought rushed in. And think that everything is delicious; second, spiritual abundance is relative, but material poverty is absolute.In the 1980s, there may have been many "10,000-yuan households" who were slowly getting rich, but China as a whole was still unable to stand up on the material level. Many young people diverted their attention from material scarcity by pursuing spirituality. It is inevitable.Of course, young intellectuals will regard material lack as a beautiful challenge, as long as there is spiritual harvest, no matter how hard it is, it will be a warm memory.What should not be forgotten is: for the vast majority of Chinese mothers in the 1980s, if they also had the right to remember, I am afraid that they would not be like literati and put too much rose color on the 1980s. After all, it is a coincidence The pain of being without rice is the most unforgettable thing for mothers.

The photo taken when I graduated from primary school was in August 1979, more than 30 years ago, which means that there are only a few months left before the era with the prefix "eight".At that time, I was one of the shortest people in the class, the third from the left in the front row.It also tells me: when I was about to enter the 1980s, what kind of body was I. The 1980s has gone far, but any era will not pass easily, a long shadow is destined to run through the following eras, you can find it if you are careful.The following are some trivial memories related to myself. They all stay in the 1980s, and they will still be generalized. There are only parts and no overall situation. These words are only a supplement, or let the real "post-80s" "90s "Later" people just smiled and passed by their backs.

The beginning of my memory of the 1980s is always stubbornly associated with the now priceless postage stamp—the monkey stamp.This seems to prove from another level that the 1980s not only can appreciate in memory, but in reality, it is also the beginning of the appreciation of material desires. In 1980, China issued zodiac stamps, the first one was a monkey designed by Huang Yongyu.Since I am a monkey, my elder brother, who had already passed the university entrance examination in Beijing in the first year, brought me a few cards when he went home to visit relatives during the winter vacation.In fact, when he usually writes letters home, he also puts monkey stamps on them. At that time, I, who was collecting stamps, carefully handled the monkey stamps on the envelope and kept one, while the rest were usually given to others. Postmates.In the pocket of my elder brother who came home during the winter vacation, the gift that really excited and pleased the whole family was not monkey tickets, but four or five catties of dried noodles.In the small frontier town at that time, it was difficult to buy dried noodles. I can’t remember whether dried noodles replaced dumplings as my favorite during the Chinese New Year, but what I remember is: Beijing, a big city, has such good things.

Many years later, the value of monkey tickets that were easily given away soared, while precious dried noodles were everywhere. When I was in junior high school, people began to bring back small brick-like tape recorders from Guangdong and other places, and by the way, there were pirated tapes of Teresa Teng and Liu Wenzheng.One afternoon, I gathered at the home of a classmate who owned such items to listen to Teresa Teng. This was a forbidden thing at the time, because Teresa Teng was a singer of the Kuomintang, an absolute negative image.However, the ears don't care about these, betraying the inner tension, and only feel that Teresa Teng is really the voice of nature.

But after that afternoon, the delicacy became a longing. Not every family has a tape recorder, and genuine Teresa Teng tapes are even more difficult to obtain.If you fall in love, you need to find a channel. The students have learned to search for "enemy stations" quietly on the short waves of the radio, just to find Teresa Teng and Liu Wenzheng.Once found, the boy's heart began to fly in the signal that was far away, near, blurred, and clear.At that time, we were not too afraid of this, because we often found that the adults in the family made even bigger mistakes. They actually quietly listened to the "enemy station" to learn about the news, and many of them seemed to be "reactionary" topics.

It was also during such a special period that the "Voice of America", the Soviet Union's broadcasts to China and Taiwan's broadcasts really became the frequencies that many Chinese were privately familiar with.I guess: The 1980s should also be the golden age of broadcasts such as "Voice of America" ​​and Chinese broadcasts. In the early 1980s, my family lived in the east end of a row of bungalows, with one bedroom and one living room of more than 30 square meters. There was no toilet, and the kitchen was in the living room.My father passed away early, and my mother took us two brothers alone. My brother went to Beijing to go to university in 1979, and my mother and I were left alone. At the age of eleven or twelve, I was already considered the man of the family.

It was cold in winter in Northeast China. There was no heating at the time, and we had to light a fire at home. My mother was not off work, so I wrapped myself in a military coat and waited for my mother to come home.Under normal circumstances, the temperature at home at this time is below 5°C, and frost or ice is often seen in the corners of the walls. However, it is not a bitterness. Only water for domestic use was a big problem. At that time there was no running water, and we had to dig wells. Unfortunately, the water from the wells in our house was not drinkable.Fortunately, at that time, the relationship between people was close, and I could go to a friend's house two hundred meters away to fetch water.Summer is easy, but winter is the hardest. I first boil a pot of water at home and take it with me, pour it into the well of his house, melt the ice on it, and then press the water, bucket by bucket, take home with a pole, pour Into the big tank, twice a week, never dare to stop.When fetching water, I often sing for fun, but after many years, looking at the body of my twelve-year-old son, even though he is much stronger than me at the beginning, I still can't believe that I have fetched water for so many years at this age.

The first time I saw a TV was when I went to his father’s work unit with my friends in the early 1980s. The locks were unlocked, and the TV was in the deepest part of the cabinet. It was actually a 14-inch black and white TV, but I was shocked at the time. The TV is probably compared with the comic books that I often read. Although they are all black and white, there are more TVs. That day, I watched "Jie Zhenguo", an old movie, I didn't understand it very much, but I watched it with gusto, and I will never forget it. The first time I watched the Spring Festival Gala, I went to a neighbor's house to hang out, but I was used to it at that time.The neighbor is very fashionable, and the black and white TV is covered with a magnifying film, so the TV screen looks bigger, and no one is looking for the problem of deformation.

This is a photo of me at home at the end of the 1980s.Like any family, the TV occupies the core position and is strictly protected; but I didn't expect that after many years, I became the person in the TV.But the world is changing fast, and TVs have depreciated rapidly. At that Spring Festival Gala, the most impressive ones were "My Chinese Heart" by Hong Kong's Zhang Mingmin and "Universe Brand Cigarettes" by Ma Ji.In my impression, for the next six months, when I was carrying water, I sang "My Chinese Heart", but I was always curious: what kind of dress is it?What kind of place is Hong Kong?And how can Hong Kong people come to the mainland?What was even more unthinkable at the time was that many years later, I actually presided over two Spring Festival Gala.However, on this stage, I am destined to be a passer-by, because I can't add luster to it.

When I went to school in the 1980s, my homework was not as tight as it is now, and most of my memory was spent playing games.Fortunately, my family's accommodation conditions are average, but the surrounding environment is very superior.There is a large vegetable garden of more than 100 square meters in the front and back, and a wide square in the front, which is a paradise for teenagers. In spring, I have to work with my uncle and grandma to grow vegetables in the vegetable garden. From summer, the beans, cucumbers, peppers, and eggplants in my field are enough for the whole family, and there is no pollution. The big square in front is the playground for me and many of my friends. After school, we seldom stay at home and play collective games in the square. It is estimated that my ball skills and athletic ability were developed from then.The so-called game has absolutely no possibility of being charged with electricity. The gun needs to be self-made. Except for one or two balls, most of the game props are local materials, such as bricks and tiles.Of course, glass balls and cigarette cases are must-haves, but until today I have not thought about it: what is the glass ball for?Where did it come from? In the evening, when the smoke rose from every house, the shouts of "XX, go home for dinner" began to be heard one after another. The game did not end until one of the last two people was also called away by this shout.So, many years later, when "Jia Junpeng, your mother called you home for dinner" was hyped up on the Internet, I always naturally thought: Jia Junpeng might be my neighbor when I was young, but he was separated for a long time. Many years later, I asked a "post-80s": "Have you worn filter pants?" In fact, after asking this question, even I regretted it quickly: how is it possible?Sure enough, the other party looked at me very puzzled, "What are filter pants?" In the early 1980s, when I started to grow my body, like most children at that time, I couldn't make a few sets of new clothes a year, let alone buy them.At that time, I was young and mischievous, and occasionally my clothes or trousers were torn, and I panicked like the end of the world. I tried to hide as much as possible, so that adults would not see me, because if I was found out, I might be beaten up.Of course, if the clothes are damaged, don’t expect to change into new ones. Usually, you just patch them up and wear them again. There are several patches on your body, which is a normal attire among classmates. As for the filter pants, they definitely belong to the scene of adolescence. Since they start to grow, and they grow not slowly, often a pair of pants is short, and the family will not buy new ones, so, under the short pants, another pair of pants is attached. Cut, the pants can be worn again, the appearance is like filter cigarettes, so they are called filter pants.The most excessive thing at that time was the pants with two or three filter tips, and there was no pair of the same color. Entering the eighties, cultural demands exploded, even in our small frontier city.At that time, some things could only be done by finding acquaintances. For example, in order to subscribe to "Novel Monthly" and "Popular Film", my mother took advantage of her status as a teacher and found a former student before she finally got her wish.And whenever my mother gets off work, I will habitually look through her bag to see what magazines and newspapers are coming, or what books I have borrowed, and then indulge in it.At that time, cultural consumption seemed to be regardless of adults and children. If there was one, it was happiness. Another thing that needs to be asked for is to buy movie tickets.In our small town, there are four or five movie theaters, and the theaters are almost full.Whenever my mother asks someone to buy movie tickets, it is a festival; and if you don’t ask someone, buying movie tickets is a scary thing, often there will be scenes of fights and quarrels, and the situation of being squeezed often occurs. The market is booming. Instead of asking for entertainment, it should be listening to storytelling.I remember that when Tian Fang was broadcasting, it was in the evening when I came home from school every day. Usually on the road, a few partners had to guard under the broadcasting speaker on a certain telephone pole, and then went home after listening.And in winter, hurry up and go home early to listen.From grandma to uncle to children, almost everyone in our family has been captured by storytelling and has become a fan of Li Yuanba or Luo Cheng.Grandma only cooks with satisfaction after listening to the storytelling, and we, who are hungry, never seem to complain.According to the police there, when storytelling was broadcast, the crime rate in our area was the lowest. When I was taking the high school entrance examination, I was catching up with the hit TV series "Zi San Si Lang". On the one hand, I was under the pressure of entering a higher school, and on the other was the temptation of the TV series.Weigh left and right, choose TV series.But I didn’t have a TV at home, let alone, I didn’t dare to watch it, so, on the pretext of going to school for self-study, I chose a way to enter the house of a freer classmate halfway to watch "Zi Sanshiro".One day, it was early, and it was just in time for the opening game of the 1982 World Cup. Argentina played against Belgium. Argentina lost that game. For the first time, I saw Maradona, the legendary god-man. Into the camp of die-hard Argentine fans.No wonder some people say: What game you watch in the first game often determines your lifelong support.Me, is an example. There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and the "evil behavior" of not going to self-study and watching TV was finally discovered by my mother one day, and I forgot whether I was beaten or not, but I should be glad that I reined in the precipice.When I took the high school entrance examination, I was only one point higher than the key high school score line. I dare not imagine what would happen if I watched TV for two more days!Where will you be today? However, the TV dramas at that time definitely had the charm of crowds, and it was these TV dramas that were actually not so good that the Chinese at that time regarded buying a TV as the highest family goal until the 1990s. I don't know why there are so many pictures of fighting in the memory of the 1980s, some of which I personally participated in, and more of them were as a bystander. There is a large square in front of my house, which is an important place where many young people in our area meet and fight.Some are single-handed, some are group fights, some are unarmed, and some are with guys.Occasionally when I'm at home, I'll see them whizzing towards them, in the dark for a while, and then whizzing away.Of course, there was an important feature of fighting at that time. If one party was injured, the winner would usually be responsible for taking it to the hospital and paying for the treatment, and even after that, they would reunite with each other. virtue.Later, I thought, perhaps life at that time was too dull and boring, lacking excitement, and there was nowhere to vent the anger of youth, so fighting prevailed. In college, I seemed to be a militant too. How can I not keep my fists in the court for a long time?In the past four years, I have done many such actions.Fortunately, most of them escaped punishment; unfortunately, it is not a good example for younger generations today. But these days, people are more angry than they used to be, as evidenced by the ubiquitous complaints, but there are far fewer fights.Perhaps it is the improvement of the level of civilization, or it may be that people feel that it is too worthless.Perhaps the physical condition is not as good as before, and the ability to fight has declined.There is a joke like this: A man from the Northeast went to Guangzhou and saw two people arguing on the street. The man from the Northeast thought there was an action scene to watch, so he went forward. Twenty minutes later, the two were still arguing. The man from the Northeast Disappointed and left with the next sentence: I am X, still noisy!He was hospitalized early in our Northeast! In fact, in the current Northeast, not many people have been hospitalized because of fighting! The banner in Jingshan Park behind me shows the time. It was the National Day in 1985, and I had just been in Beijing for a month. The school badge, long hair, wrinkled suit, and accented posture recorded the state of a freshman. Once in high school, his grades fell to the bottom two in the class. With one year left, he suddenly started working hard for some reason. In order to take the university entrance exam, he woke up nearly a month early to sharpen his guns before the battle.At that time, although the college entrance examination was not as eye-catching as it is today, it was still a big event. My uncle gave me a big gift: a lot of packets of instant noodles. At that time, this was considered a tonic. After the college entrance examination score, I went to school by myself to check the score. It was more than 30 points higher than the key line. I knew I had something to do, so I was a little excited. I rode all the way home and saw my grandma and mother at the door. Waiting, when I reported the score, tears were clearly in the eyes of the elders, so I took the opportunity to make a request: Can I give some money to see my classmates?Mom immediately agreed.It seemed to be the first time that he responded so readily to asking for money. As for why I applied for the Beijing Broadcasting Institute as my first choice, it was actually purely accidental.One of my mother's students came to her home to pay New Year's greetings during the Chinese New Year. She is a student of the Broadcasting Institute. In a few words, I heard that the Broadcasting Institute has time to read idle books and the exam is easy to pass. I immediately felt that it was heaven, so I applied for the exam. After being admitted, my mother and a colleague were surprised: Broadcasting College?Why did this kid go to Beijing when he was enrolled in a university of electricity?Obviously, she regarded Beijing Broadcasting Institute as a radio and television university. However, it was a fact that the Beijing Broadcasting Institute was not very well-known at that time, and we had bought original shares. When I first arrived in Beijing, I didn't understand many of the rules. In fact, in Beijing at that time, many of the rules were also chaotic. I went shopping in Wangfujing, saw the fresh fried chestnuts in sugar, bought a pack, and ate them while walking, and something was wrong, I always felt that there was an aunt behind me, but when I turned around, it was broken, and it looked like a cleaner, so I stopped eating the chestnuts and put them away. Seeing that I had collected the chestnuts, the aunt said: "Don't eat it? Then pay a fine. Spit out a mouthful of 50 cents, a total of three mouthfuls, one yuan and five." I'm stupid, my aunt has been protecting the crime scene, so I have nothing to say, one yuan and five, obediently hand it over. At that time, one yuan and five was a huge sum of money, and I felt distressed for a long time, but it was worth it, and I never dared to litter anywhere in the future, and I even didn't like chestnuts very much. When I first entered college, from today’s perspective, the food was not expensive. Kung Pao Chicken and Sliced ​​Pork were thirty-five cents a piece, and there was real meat.When we left the campus four years later, the same dishes had already reached 80 cents, and the meat basically had to be found through archaeological methods. For us who are growing up, one meal is one dish, one rice or two steamed buns, and we can't afford too much.Therefore, how to fight wits and bravery with the master chef and strive for him to serve you more time has become an important talent in the four years of university.Since the chef is usually a man, female students, especially beautiful female students, are suspected of taking advantage of the dish, but it is normal, in any era, beautiful women will take advantage. In fact, even if you pretend to be a little more, it is not enough for a young body.In the past four years, I have never stopped feeling hungry. I usually finish my meal after 5 o’clock in the evening and start getting hungry after 9 o’clock. I can’t afford anything else. Buying steamed buns for supper is a common thing.However, no matter how you hide it in the dormitory, nine times out of ten, when you return to the dormitory hungry after self-study and reach out to touch it, you will find that the steamed buns have been stolen again!It is too difficult to find the victim, not to mention, on the first day, maybe I am a stealer. Returning to his alma mater 20 years after graduation, he was secretly filmed while gobbling in the cafeteria.Seeing that I was eating too much, I actually couldn't eat too much. First, I was afraid of gaining weight, and second, my appetite became smaller.Life is really contradictory. When you have an appetite, you can't eat more when you are hungry every day, but when you have the ability, you have no appetite and dare not eat. In those days, when there was not enough oil and water, there were fewer fat people. There were good people in the class who set up a "fat belly association". Yes, mostly skinny.And many years later, when we got together, most of them were worrying about their huge bellies.Obviously, our generation has a lot of tragic elements, as if the body shape has never been normal and suitable. I often hear people say that in the 1950s, Chinese folk customs were simple and honest, and they did not pick up lost things on the road and closed their houses at night. In my opinion, it was the same in the early 1980s.It's not necessarily that the folk customs are simple and honest, but that the family is poor and there is really nothing to steal.But with the gradual improvement of material living standards, the folk customs are not so simple.For example, when I went to Changsha for an internship in 1986, I saw this slogan on the bus: "Learn from Lei Feng, prevent pickpockets." Obviously, with the improvement of living standards, thieves surpassed begging and became a popular profession again.Of course, there are also people who "work part-time", such as stealing books. In the 1980s, Wangfujing Xinhua Bookstore was a dream place for scholars. It was a big store with many books, so they often went there.However, at that time, most students were poor in their pockets and loved books but had no money to buy them, so book thieves appeared frequently.However, there is no good defense against stealing, and there will always be those who are caught.For the students of the Broadcasting College, once they are caught, when they are asked their names, boys are always called "Chang Zhenzheng" and girls are always called "Liu Jinan".Later, this trick didn’t work because the bookstore inquired with the school, and the director of the Broadcasting Institute was named Chang Zhenzheng, and the deputy secretary was named Liu Jinan. Many years later, at the 20th anniversary of our graduation, Dean Chang Zhenzheng was present. We collectively applauded and stomped our feet to express our deep gratitude to the "stealing" of Dean Chang's name. In the summer vacation of 1986, I went to Chengdu to find my middle school friends and took a trip to the Yangtze River.Along the way, due to the lack of money, you can save money, fare evasion, sleeping on the deck of the boat, eating bread... With the smallest effort, you have completed the feat of going from Chengdu to Chongqing, down the Yangtze River, and finally returning home in Nanjing.This is a group photo of our two brothers in Wuhan. In my memory, suffering is joy. When I was in school, I organized a book fair and went to many bookstores in Beijing to negotiate. They promised us 25% or 20% off books, so I brought them to the campus to sell, and anti-theft became the top priority.Among them, a classmate from the class came to the scene and put a few books into a bag while everyone was not paying attention. After being caught, he said confidently: "Do you want more money? Then I don't want it!" Many years later, he became a famous writer in Beijing. And because of our strict defense, we earned nearly 30 yuan in that book fair, a huge amount, and a dozen students spent this huge sum of money extravagantly by drinking yogurt. Going to college in the 1980s, if anyone didn't escape the bus ticket, he is probably lying. The more crowded the car, the greater the possibility of fare evasion, after all, it is difficult for the flight attendants to move.However, the success rate of fare evasion is not high only by relying on a large number of people, so drawing monthly tickets has become the most important method. In a dormitory, people usually buy one to two monthly tickets collectively, and then take turns to go out, taking the borrowed monthly tickets. The method is to put on their own photos, and on the corner of the photo, draw the bus stamp vividly, and then put the monthly ticket holder , It can almost be faked, so there was a folk selection among college students at that time that "there was no accident in a hundred days of car riding". However, there is always a gap in the secrets, or it is so fake that the counterfeiters are too careless. A man in this dormitory went out and took the modified monthly ticket, and got on the bus with a relaxed expression. When checking the ticket, he showed the monthly ticket, but the conductor was not relentless. , It turned out that he didn't hold his own photo, and slipped out of the monthly pass folder, making it easy to see that he was not the same person as the photo on the monthly pass. The man never admitted the falsification, insisting that he was in the photo, and the reason why he looked thin , because the bus is too crowded.After a long time of sophistry, he was still dragged back to the bus terminal. At that time, there was no such thing as "civilized service". Therefore, the man in this dormitory confessed.In the end, he was fined half a month's meal money, returned to the dormitory in despair, and ate pickles for two weeks. In the mid-to-late 1980s, Jin Yong Cologne began to spread wildly. Someone bought a set from family or friends, because they couldn't afford it on weekdays, so everyone passed it around without sleeping or eating. A set of Jinyong Gulong, usually four or five copies, dozens of people are rushing to read it, it is very difficult to follow the order, so you can only read from whichever copy you get first, as for whether the next one is connected to the hand , to see luck. Therefore, when we read Jinyong Gulong, we mostly read three, five, then one, then four, and finally two. The reading order is different, which leads to different understandings of the same book.As for the viewers, if you have the conditions after many years, and then read it again in order, then you can make your own choice. However, we all think that Jin Yong and Gu Long are good-looking, which is probably related to this kind of confusing reading, because the preface does not match the afterword, adding suspense and imagination out of thin air. College students in the 1980s, especially liberal arts students, did not necessarily love reading, or even disliked reading textbooks and serious books.But after all, it is youth, and the energy of the whole body always has to find an outlet. There are too many boring days to pass, so, apart from playing football, other forms of entertainment have begun to emerge in endlessly. In the mid-to-late 1980s, mahjong entered the campus and became popular overnight.Of course the school must catch them, but it is impossible for students not to fight them. The game of cat and mouse is played out every day, and even classmates have to fight wits and courage.For example, before dinner at noon or at night, I was afraid that I would not have a place for myself when I came back, so I took a few mahjong tiles and put them in my pocket.Due to the management of the university at that time, there was a power outage at one o'clock at night, and it was difficult for the mahjong players. We have done the feat of playing mahjong in the toilet in the corridor, because there is light there.Because of this, there are often dudes who get up in the middle of the night, while urinating, while turning their heads, "play five..." The 1980s was an era that advocated pretending to be cool and putting on a serious posture. Every day, a hippie smiling face would look very level-headed. So, when I look back at my photos at that time, most of them pretended to be serious.And anything, pretending for a long time will become a habit, so it seems that I don't like to laugh until now.It seems that this belongs to the "sequelae" of an era. Gambling money is meal tickets, and the basis is a few cents. If someone loses a meal ticket worth four yuan a day, it is a little bit of money, and they will usually hold an empty rice bowl and follow the winner to eat. Apart from mahjong, he also drinks alcohol, but he lacks money in his pocket. This habit cannot be formed, and it can only be done very occasionally.However, there is still a man in this dormitory and a man in another dormitory, bet, share a bottle of alcohol, drink it, sit on the bed to see who will pour it first, and both of them lose consciousness in the end!We checked afterwards: Alcohol is used for medical purposes. What's more, it's just arguing, as long as there are enough three people, the debate will start. International and domestic events, Nietzsche, Sartre and Schopenhauer, as long as you dare to start, I dare to follow.In that era, the reason why philosophers’ books were so popular was probably related to everyone’s need to talk about them. They didn’t have any knowledge reserves, they couldn’t participate in topics, and it was hard to find girlfriends. A lot of boring days are filled with a lot of ideas. At the end of graduation, people who are too lazy to use their brains start playing flying chess and checkers, filling the passage of time with throwing dice.After many years, all this has become a beautiful youthful scenery in my memory. On university campuses in the 1980s, lectures were an important class. When celebrities are coming, the campus often puts up posters in advance, and everyone goes early to occupy seats with books, so that they can fight with them in the evening.No one let him go just because he is a celebrity, but it got worse, thinking about asking more provocative questions to compete with the celebrity, and few people went to the celebrity to sign a photo afterward (of course, because there was no camera), but if you really tell Well done, back to the dormitory, related topics must continue until dawn in the form of a sleeper meeting. In order to invite celebrities to give lectures, I went to the home of Teacher Liang Xiaosheng. I didn’t know him before. After asking clearly, I opened the door and walked in. After chatting for a long time, I decided on the time of the lecture. After that, Teacher Liang really came. I also went to invite Liu Suola, picked him up and down, and forgot what to talk about, but I felt very relaxed, and he really talked to me. The lectures at that time were full of sparks. Zhang Xianliang called on college students to join the party in his school and transformed a peasant party into a party of intellectuals. The audience applauded and became the content of some media reports. Many years later, I talked to him about this matter in Ningxia, and he said: After that, he had a serious exchange with Hu Yaobang. At that time, there was no Internet, text messages, or even phone calls.When I was in my hometown, each unit was afraid that they would not be able to find someone, so they had to arrange employees to take turns on duty on days off. If they wanted to find someone, they would go directly to the door to find someone, without leaving a note at home to explain.Therefore, at that time, it was normal for colleagues to know where each other lived. When I went to college, I mainly communicated with my family and classmates through correspondence.I remember that during the small student movement in 1986, a middle school classmate of mine who was studying at Sichuan University wrote me a letter of more than ten pages. , and my reply seems not short. The shorter and shorter letters were written to the family, and the later function was mainly to ask for money; in order to cover up a little, the purpose was to report on the study situation, and the purpose was to pave the way for the final request for money. Letters and money orders were the things I looked forward to most when I was in college.At that time, the classmate in charge of such affairs in the class was very angry. Every day after lunch, seeing him come with a letter was like seeing Santa Claus. If there is a more urgent moment, you have to go far to send a telegram, and the charge for telegram is by word, so in order to save money, you have learned to use short expressions and spend a small amount of money to accomplish big things.Later, the telegraph withdrew from the stage of history, and indirectly created a long-winded style of writing, which can be regarded as a "sequel". In the 1980s, due to technical factors and poor material conditions, the piracy industry was not as developed as it is now. Occasionally, it is a video tape version. There are almost no first-hand ones, and most of them are after three or four hands. We call it "grandson version" or even more. Juniors, this version makes most color movies look like black and white.But even so, getting a videotape of a good movie is a big event among classmates. For example, "Field Platoon" was vaguely watched, but the impression was very deep, and it will definitely become a topic of discussion for a long time in the future. So much so that the beauties on campus were no longer attractive during those few days. In the Broadcasting Institute, I had a special experience of watching movies.When foreign movies are shown in the small auditorium, all dubbing work is undertaken by a simultaneous interpreter on site.I remember the deepest impression is to watch the former Soviet movies that already have some rebellious colors, such as "Repentance", "Forgotten Flute Music" and so on.In China at that time, the reflection on history and the questioning of authority in such films gave us a sense of suspense and suspense.The translator is a female teacher at the scene. No matter how many characters there are in the film, she will translate simultaneously on the spot by herself, taking us into one art world after another. Except for this kind of "extreme enjoyment", another kind of "viewing" movie experience at that time has disappeared to this day.That was the weekend morning, when everyone woke up and didn’t get out of bed, turned on a radio in the dormitory, and “watched” movies together with their ears, that is, listening to “film recordings and clips”.One role after another is played by one distinctive voice after another, which makes us sigh the charm of voice.Nowadays, this "enjoyment" is as rare as taking a bath in a public bathhouse. As for Zhang Lixian, the producer of "Reading Library", when he recalled the 1980s, he talked about watching A-movies, but we "could have it but really didn't", and never experienced it once in school.I am two years higher than him, and it seems that in just two years, the times have fallen or improved a lot. Going to school in the 1980s, it was almost impossible not to talk about politics without caring about politics.At that time, there were also many trends of thought, and various academic expectations for political system reform were also great. However, the era that had been frozen for a long time was suddenly warm and cold after thawing.The Four Cardinal Principles and anti-bourgeois liberalization were key discourses that were often mentioned at that time. This photo was also taken behind the main campus building during my freshman year.What is worth mentioning is not me who is putting on airs, but some key words in the big brands behind me: "both red and professional", "resisting the decline of decay...the influence of ideas", obviously, it is a warm and cold, It is also an era in which people's minds are often tightened. Anti-bourgeois liberalization and the removal of spiritual pollution are the campaigns that are often carried out in that era. But college students naturally care about these.The reason for this is firstly because of the characteristics of the times. Politics still drags a long shadow before the advent of the market economy. Talking about politics is like talking about the future of the nation; , does not conform to the image of the new generation of college students, not to mention, girls also want to talk about politics with you; third, the unique sharpness of youth determines that what is stiff will become the object of rebellion.In addition to talking, sometimes, some performance art with political color is also involved. On January 8, 1986, the 10th anniversary of the death of Premier Zhou, a group of us boys dressed up in unified army coats and went to Tiananmen Square to commemorate.In fact, it is also a kind of curiosity.Sure enough, shortly after entering the square, plainclothes followed us, and finally turned into cameras following us.We saw it in our eyes, panicked in our hearts, and stimulated our blood vessels, but our steps became even more unscrupulous.回来之后兴奋了很久，有种与体制作战的快感，全然忘了，自己，还不过是一群孩子。所以，那个年代，大家都讲政治，不过，和今天的讲政治不太相同罢了。 八十年代的城市，不知为何流行跳舞，大学校园里也不例外，估计是因为这是当时接近异性最合理的方式，不像现在，钟点房都有了，民间的舞会也就淡了。 那时候办舞会完全自由主义，到了周末或节假日，找一个小录音机，开一间教室就可以开始，反正对灯光要求也不高。跳来跳去不过两种舞姿，一种迪斯科一种什么舞曲都跳成走路一样的两步。偶尔有人大胆地贴面，几天中，都会成为人群中议论的话题，议论时，有一些艳羡在其中。 最疯狂的舞会，是我们三年级实习归来，有点儿久别重逢的感觉，于是元旦期间，连着办了三天舞会，最后连走路都不太会了。可我们依然不困，男同学只好通过清晨的一场足球赛，将剩余的荷尔蒙排空才收场。 最奇妙的舞曲，是1989年春夏之交，一切已无法更改，而毕业分手又在眼前，我们竟可以在崔健的《新长征路上的摇滚》中，跳起伤感的两步。每当想起，总是热泪盈眶。那时的舞会，已不是为异性，而像是相互温暖、依依不舍却又各自迷茫不愿放手的亲情相聚。 上了大学，不写诗，几乎是混不下去的，而且诗歌的盛行不分文科与理科，估计都是北岛舒婷和顾城闹的。当然也与那一代人的表达方式有关。诗，又含蓄又直率，总能击中心头，于是成了时代语言。不像现今的人们，都藏着掖着自己，诗歌般的表达就不合适，所以流行“啥都不说，都在酒里”。 刚入学，写诗之前，搞了一个小调查：你最喜欢的座右铭。没想到，全班七十多人，近四十个都写了“走自己的路，让别人去说吧”！这个结果让寻找个性的我们很受伤，于是，真开始走自己的路了，写自己的诗就是一个开始。 1989年夏天，我们最后一个暑假，我与中学时的两位好友在家乡的合影。表情都有些沉重而不够欢快，但发型、耐克与彪马鞋加上背带裤，则从另一个侧面证明，八十年代即将结束时，物质生活已开始繁荣，也似乎预示着，从九十年代起，中国正式进入物质时代。 所以当时大学宿舍里常见的场景是，半夜总有人不睡觉，憋诗；而白天也时常见哥儿俩对坐，中间一瓶二锅头，下酒的菜，只有诗。 摇滚乐的到来，击中了我们另一种需求，也似乎成了专属于我们的表达。憋闷需要释放，抗争需要方式，又不能那么直接，摇滚乐就很合适。我在北京，买的第一盒磁带，是英国威猛乐队在北京的演唱会专辑，不过磁带封面上写着“英国瓦姆电子乐团”。据说九十年代，有记者问威猛的主唱乔治·迈克尔：“你经历过的最不可思议的事是什么？”乔治·迈克尔回答：“是1984年在北京办演唱会，北京的观众听我们的音乐，竟然无比安静。”然而乔治·迈克尔不知道的是，两年之后，这种安静就不见了，当崔健登台唱起《一无所有》，成为了一个时代的开始，而那场演出的票，是我和同学一起去买的。 在北京，我买的第二盒磁带是迈克尔·杰克逊的《Bad》，一盒磁带5.5元，是咬了一星期的牙并省了一个星期口粮才买下的。二十多年后，杰克逊告别这个世界，生前围绕他的一切争论都烟消云散，他再度成了神。而有趣的是，从他离世的那天起，我儿子真正走进杰克逊的音乐世界，并多次感叹：“《拯救地球》，是我听过的最美的歌曲。” 这可能是八十年代留给新世纪的又一道光影。 又过去了十年，1999年，我抱着刚刚两岁的儿子回到了母校。在这个记忆中曾经枪林弹雨的大门前，孩子若无其事地开心着。回忆，只是身处其中一代人的事情，对下一代来说，那不过是冷冰冰的历史，与他有何关联？ 大学毕业于1989年，是一种前无古人怕也后无来者的体验。一场特殊的风暴，让我们的离别，无人相送。 那个时候的我们，已然很累，累到骨子里，前途未卜，校园里除去毕业生已无他人。 还好，每一个时代，都为告别准备了旋律。属于我们的，是齐秦的《大约在冬季》。 一次又一次地唱起，一次又一次地哽咽，一次又一次地看着火车开走，一次又一次结伴回校园。先走的人是幸福的，带不走希望，起码还可以带走温暖，苦了最后走的人，只剩孤独陪着上路。不幸的是，我是最后那一批。 该扔的都扔了，好像带走的行李都不多，最大的行李是记忆以及沉沉的心。我的同学中，有放弃中央电台工作以及推荐研究生资格的准夫妻，双双选择离开北京去广东安家，他们说，那里更暖和。还有的，转身出国，再无音讯，不知今日身在何处；而更多的人，还在国内，我们常常联系，共同守望着共有的记忆与情感。 整整二十年后，2009年春节，我带全家去成都过年，在一个茶室喝茶时，顺便逛了逛旁边的旧书摊，突然看到一本《河殇论》。一本旧书，一本二十年前很火的书，看起来如今几乎没人理睬，混杂在言情和健康或励志类读物中。是的，它早已被时代劝退，我拿了起来，里面都是熟悉的内容，我没怎么翻，问了价钱，发现几乎没涨，并没有升值。其实，不贬值已然不错。于是，交钱，带回北京，此后，再也没翻过，只为让它不在那旧书堆里寂寞难过。 然而，这本书，却让我瞬间安静下来，如同二十年前，那个八字头时代的最后一个冬天。当时，我在北京郊区周口店乡锻炼，天天打牌打哈哈，一年之中，书只读过两本，和《大气功师》。心中没有希望，也谈不上绝望，常常不知身在何处，总困却又时常睡不着，贯穿着整个八十年代的激情与理想都已不知魂归何处。 那个冬天，空灵而平静。 一个喧闹无比的八十年代，就在一片寂静之中戛然而止。