Chapter 98 spring grass like needles

1 When asking for directions, the stranger who answered had a look of fear of pointing the wrong finger... Thank you for your natural kindness! 2 That old man stood under the tree, raised his head, what was he staring at? It is a leaf with autumn spots. In the reflection of life, there are rainbows of sorrow and joy flashing. 3 I still firmly remember the fragrance of a bowl of wheat rice in the cottage. Blessed is your soul to be able to keep the aroma of this bowl of barley rice with you for a lifetime. 4 At old school reunions, you don't naturally go straight to the front of "successful people", cheering or joking...

You naturally hold the hand of the "unsuccessful person" first, and look directly into the other person's eyes with the eyes of those years, and smile sincerely... In the course of your life, another flower has bloomed! 5 are you fightingTo give up your seat on the bus to a casual acquaintance... cool wind blowing Walking past the big flower bed, someone called me: "Teacher Liu!" Turning your head, you can't recognize it, but you can guess it - sure enough, it's a student I taught. Fate arranged for me to teach in a middle school in Beijing when I was very young. It was considered a prestigious school. It was an all-boys school. The first time I walked up to the podium, the class leader shouted "stand up", and the students and I really "looked at each other". They found that I was too young, and I found that all of them were too big. It is conceivable how difficult it is for us to run in.

I was only seven years older than the first class I taught.They are all of the same age as the five-star red flag. I called my student to name him, and then reported the names of several classmates back then. Suddenly, the petals and green fruits of 41 years ago flew out of the memory bank... Do you still need to count?He and his fellow students are 55 years old.This is exactly the longevity celebrated by the big flower bed around us.If students of their class, including members of the girls' school at that time, could find a group of them to stand in this flower bed, or build a magnificent altar entirely from their flowers of life, it would be even more fascinating. Moan?

55, this is such a dignified number of life.In front of me stands a mature tree. "Autumn soldiers on the battlefield", the classmates counted one by one.He knows a lot, and I know a thing or two.Some became experts and scholars, some made a fortune in business, some settled overseas, one is now a well-known artist, and another is a bureau-level cadre...but most of them are ordinary people who support the above-mentioned successful people. social existence. Standing in front of me is already a senior engineer.He said that for this generation of people, the annual rings of their own lives more vividly record the flying trajectory of the five-star red flag than any other generation.I looked at him, the maturity after the wind and rain, the clarity after getting rid of hostility, the wisdom gained through experience, and the courage to never retreat in a benign breakthrough, are all subtly and subtly reflected in his bright eyes , the fishtails at the corners of the eyes, the bright smile, the tall and straight spine and the exuberant vitality overflowing from the whole body.Therefore, can it also be said that the fluttering demeanor of the five-star red flag also reflects more the rhythm of life of their peer group, and seems to transmit more blessings and encouragements to them.

Beside him was a young man.He introduced me like this: "The turning point of my destiny was almost exactly halfway through the 55 years of my life. Most of us in this generation are like this. Just after that turning point, my life also blossomed and bear fruit, and now this fruit is in yours In front of me..." It turned out that it was his son who was studying for a Ph.D. The young man nodded and smiled at me modestly, and shook my hand tightly.I looked at the father and son with deep thoughts.Yes, a single life will gradually grow old and eventually disappear, but a group of life will continue vigorously. 5, 10, 15, 20... 40, 50, 55... A healthy life will not only shine at every connection point, but also actively store memories and sum up experiences even in ordinary days and nights, Learn lessons, shout and sing, and trek endlessly.

Let's take a walk together.I came to Beihai Park unknowingly, went in and continued to walk and chat.The young man told me that what he is currently studying is the establishment and development of a basically perfect social security system.Although I often think about this issue and know a lot of related views and debates, I am surprised and delighted by his many scattered and random comments.What an urgent and sacred undertaking it is to build a social security system under the Five-Star Red banner.I know it's easier said than done, but if each of us can do some small things that are beneficial to promote this cause, such as the Foolish Old Man moving mountains, such as Jingwei reclamation, then the common well-off will not be just lyrics in songs and scenes in paintings, but will Evolved into a living existence on the land of China.

When we were leaning on the fence and looking at the water together, my old student interrupted my son's high-spirited talk, saying, "One piece, one piece, one piece, the way of civil and martial arts." We should appreciate the silent White Tower, and the one that always seems to be groaning. Singing Hubo, he hummed the song that has been sung by generations and may be sung down.He stopped humming to express his opinion: "The most epigram in this song is the cool wind blowing in your face." Sure enough, a cool wind was blowing head-on. For 55 years, various winds have blown our flag. At the age of 55, I hope that there will be a more stable and cool wind in the future, which will comfort and encourage the lives that are eager to engage in positive changes—individually and collectively.