Chapter 30 Section 6 The Literary Youth Under the Bomb

In the summer vacation of 1940, I read the rankings and knew that I had passed from junior high school to senior high school, and the pressure of homework was temporarily relieved.long summer.I often cross the campus of CUHK to find a small rocky corner by the Jialing River to sit and read a book. That place seems to be hanging on the river alone, with no trails, and the river is quite clear below. I read a lot of classical novels, I read them twice, and I am still not tired of reading them for the sixth time, because the men and women in the books are beautiful and lovely, and they are in a different world from war and escape.The people here are not good-looking, I think only my father can understand...

After entering high school, he took off his boy scout uniform and changed into a long cheongsam; light blue in spring and summer, and indanthrene cloth in autumn and winter.Psychologically it also seems to be quite affected.Even walking is different, knowing that she is a girl, sixteen years old.Since then, homework is not just homework (mathematics is still), but knowledge, and I feel that all the subjects in the world have begun to inspire me from the shallow to the deep. The happiest thing was that in the second year of high school, teacher Wu Zhenzhi took the turn to teach my class on world human geography. That class integrated the important origins and changes of world history.Teacher Wu seems to focus more on history and current developments. Sometimes she draws a world map on the blackboard, including Greece, Rome, and Carthage; And the backwardness and mystery of the Middle East and Africa... Every class is like a legend of Yinghai deeply attracting our attention.The content of the textbooks was already quite rich, and the teacher often brought some rare large foreign books and pictures to us to pass around. Her voice was low but full of feelings (just "feelings" are not enough), and she often seemed to be examining the vicissitudes of the huge earth. .Perhaps our class of girls understands that the young teacher who is twenty-three or four-year-old has just experienced the most painful experience in the world, so she has such a deep voice.Reading such a course in my growing years made me have appropriate expectations for reading and traveling in the future. With the knowledge base and desire of my teenage years, I can explore the depth of other people's cultures, and I am not willing to rush blindly.

It was also in this happy year that Mr. Meng Zhisun taught my Chinese class, and I chose the "Anthology of Poems" he created for the first time. After calculation, there are seven lessons from him in a week! He was about fifty years old at the time, which seemed very old to us.He wears long and light long gowns all year round, which are neither beautiful.Nor chic (occasionally changing into a black or white tunic); his voice has a rather dry Tianjing accent, but when he starts lecturing.Immediately grabs attention.His language is not streams, but rivers, the content is deep and wide, and it flows freely with the articles and poems he teaches.Fifty years later, most of the books written by students from Chongqing Nankai to commemorate their alma mater were Chinese lessons, and almost all of them were written about Teacher Meng (Luqiao also wrote a long essay on "Slim Love Letter" more than 30 years ago), and there was a male classmate The title of Zhu Yongfu is "Passionate Mencius". Remember in detail that the success of our Chinese textbooks is due to the attitude of the editor-in-chief of Mr. Meng. The lectures are "vivid and brilliant. Full of passion, anyone who listens to his class will be attracted by him, and his emotions will follow his Guided by reverberations and ups and downs. Entering the realm of Tang and Song poetry and prose, after the get out of class bell rang, it was like waking up from a dream and returning to reality." He also said that it is a pity that the momentary passion of Teacher Meng expressing emotions, laughing and cursing, cannot be seen by the girls' class. .

Even so, I was an adult at that time, and when the country was in trouble, I could understand why Mr. Meng said that if you don’t have time to read the entire "Historical Records" and want to read the best, you should first read Sima Qian’s biographies of unlucky people. "The Benji of Xiang Yu" is much better than "The Benji of Liu Bang". The exile experience of thousands of miles from Nanjing to Sichuan also made me deeply understand why Teacher Meng burst into tears when teaching Du Fu's poems. The classroom was filled with The anger and sadness in the stock will last for a long time.

I immersed myself in Mr. Meng's poetry class for two full years, reciting and appreciating all the works mesmerized, and they still remain clearly in my heart.In addition, I also recited more than 100 English poems in the English poetry class of teacher Zhu Guangqian of Wuhan University in the future. The profound meanings and realms of the Chinese and English poems, which are different but similar, have stirred and echoed in my heart for four years.In the early morning of life, a person like me is integrated, such as the verse of "Golden Mask" by Mao Zihao: "So sad, so happy, so unique".