Chapter 34 Chapter 10 Farewell to Alma Mater

In the three years of high school, apart from academics, another hard work and harvest is friendship.As people grow up, volunteering has gradually become an important part of friendship. There are only about 30 people who have shared weal and woe from the first year of junior high school to the third year of high school. Group. Generally speaking, people in the literary group are not good at science, but they may not be better at liberal arts.My Chinese and English scores are high, and I have always been selected as the editor-in-chief of the wall newspaper. I have won several essay competitions. old friends.

I go to the city to watch movies about once a month or two, such as "The Treasure Box of the Moon Palace", "Furong Out of the Water", "Wings of the Morning", "Forever and Forever"...etc.One time I was talking about Robert Taylor, who played Greta Garbo's lover, and I said he was just a jerk.Many of his fans were angry and asked me: "Then who do you think is the most beautiful?" I said Henry Fonda, and they called him "your little black face" in the future.Unexpectedly, when I came to Taiwan, I was quite sad to see him play the old man in "Golden Pond".I've also always admired his brainy daughter Jane Fonda for his sake.

Once I told the story of "Forever and Forever", which made them boo.More than fifty years later, I went to Beijing to reunite with them, and some people still mentioned the scene at that time.How many joys and sorrows in the world have passed in half a century, but they still remember the yearning for love in middle school.I dare not ask in detail how the girl in the dark dormitory got into the political storm and escaped from the Cultural Revolution. During those years that were really bedtime conversations.Yu Yuzhi and I often recite Teacher Meng's poems and sentences from Ci class one after another. Sometimes I will add the famous line from He Qifang's "Wreath" poem: "The flowers that bloom and fall in the deep valley are the most fragrant, and the flowers that no one remembers The morning dew is the most radiant. I say you are happy, little Lingling, the creek without shadow is the clearest." Sometimes I also chant Kazhilin: "You stand on the bridge to see the scenery, and the people who watch the scenery are upstairs Look at you. The bright moon adorns your windows, and you adorn other people's dreams." And so on.Ever since I knew that He Qifang graduated from the Philosophy Department of Peking University and Bian Zhilin graduated from the Foreign Languages ​​Department of Peking University, their poems have fascinated me even more.

Thinking about it today, the verses that surprised us 17 and 18 year old middle school students, such as "sorrow without a name" about the tears of a girl, were probably inspired by Alfred Tennyson (1809- 1892) in the famous poem (Tears, Idle Tears) ("Tears, Idle Tears,") the first line is "Tears, tears without reason, I do not know what they mean. ("Tears, Idle Tears l know not What they mean"). Of course, there are such artistic conceptions in Chinese poetry, but the expression of the new poetry is fresh and refined. In that difficult and closed era, it is like the sound of nature to us.

In the third year of high school, in addition to stepping up preparations for the entrance exam, the classmates also gradually filled with the divorce of graduation.For Nankai, I have indescribable and innumerable nostalgia, especially for my classmates and teachers. Because I live on campus, everyone has feelings. I don’t know how many days I cried when I thought of leaving school. When I was about to graduate, the teacher assigned me to write a grade song.I wrote: "Merlin Chaoxi, Xichi Muling...Now the spring breeze is far away in 1943, don't let your alma mater return..." It was all that a high school girl at that time could write after reading classical poetry for two years. A childish and sentimental song.Our music teacher made a score for it.Elegant and melodious, it was immediately sung in the female high school, and it was very popular. They treated me like a little hero.Unexpectedly, there are many teachers in the male middle school. They chose a boy who wrote "Several years of chords and chanting, flying labor and swallows drifting... Breaking the waves and riding the wind to encourage the present."

Later, when I sang the class song at the graduation ceremony, many girls were unwilling to sing, and several of my buddies even cried.Only we know that the mood at that time was half farewell and half angry.I have been coaching for half my life, so of course I understand that super songs of that era must be calm.Because graduating from Nankai is a very solemn event: unexpectedly, in the "43 Newsletter" publication 50 years after graduation, there is still a senior Wang Shize who remembers this event and wrote an article "About Class Songs). After graduating in the early summer, most of the students stayed in school to make final preparations before the entrance exam. The school did not provide any tutoring, and the teachers had already been on summer vacation.We lived in the dormitory, and the rules remained the same, and the wake-up call and lights-off were no longer painful.In the sixth year of the war, only Guizhou, Sichuan, Xikang, Qinghai, Xinjiang, and Yunnan remained untouched by the enemy. Every day, the battle reports were stalemate in the see-saw state of falling and defeating the enemy.Apart from being admitted to college, we have no hope. Little middle school girls do not have the scene of "riding the wind and waves" in their dreams.Just no encouraging words.

One night, I woke up from a dream and suddenly couldn't fall asleep, so I went to the dormitory and stood by the window in the corridor, and suddenly heard a singing voice from the music classroom not far away: "The moon hangs high in the sky, and the light shines everywhere... In this quiet late night, I remembered my hometown... The atmosphere was very sad, and I cried all the time. Half a century has passed, the sadness brought by that song. The pain of the family and the country, and the loss of my personal future, in my heart There is an indelible mark on my young heart. When I study, study, teach, and write review articles in the future, I will inevitably feel the sentimentality of that moonlit singing.