Chapter 113 Chapter 9 The Mooring of the Soul

In the early autumn of 2001, the 70th anniversary of the September 18th Incident, my brother took me and my two younger sisters, Ning Yuan and Xing Yuan, by Both ends of the Pacific returned to Shenyang to attend the opening ceremony of the "Qi Shiying Memorial Library" of Zhongshan Middle School in Northeast China, commemorating the wandering souls of his generation. From 1925 when he followed Guo Songling to drink in the Juliu River, to 1987 when he buried his bones in Taiwan, Qi Shiying took his wife and children and made his home all over the world. There was no inch of tile on the top and no inch of land below. , My brother and sister filled in their hometown Tieling, Liaoning all their lives, and it was just a hometown on paper.

The fate of Zhongshan Middle School in Northeast China has been turbulent since its establishment.A group of homeless children and teachers started recruiting students from Baoguo Temple in Beiping and formed a big family connected by blood and tears. From Beiping to Nanjing, from Nanjing to Hankou, to Xiangxiang, to Guilin, to Huaiyuan, there are cars and no cars. Walking by car, trekking and wandering into Sichuan, entrusting himself to Jingning Temple in Weiyuan, he was able to settle down for eight years, and the string songs continued.After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, Xin Zai ran back to his hometown, but was suspended for 46 years and saw no light. It was not until 1994, promoted by old alumni from various places and overseas, that the school was resumed and saw the light of day again.

On the stage set up for the opening ceremony of the library, the local governors, school leaders, and Mr. Guo Feng and Li Tao, who contributed the most to the restoration of the school, were sitting. They explained the rough school history of the Northeast Zhongshan Middle School since its founding 67 years ago, and they were gratified In other words, in the past few years, due to the excellent teaching quality, it is now a key school in Shenyang.This day is also the day when alumni return to school.The new generation of students lined up around the playground and sang the new school song.Then there was the chorus of old alumni. The songs they sang awakened the buried memory. It was the song of my first awakening in life. It used to accompany me from Nanjing to Hunan, from Xianggui Road to Chuanqian Road. Heyue, the song of growing up in the crowd of refugees! In the morning breeze of early autumn, standing on the land of their hometown, these white-haired old people who used to take the school as their home and lived and died together, the white-haired Fengfeng, the singing is full of tears, Songhua River In the deep water, there is still the weeping of the Jialing River, but there is perseverance in the weeping.

Only Chu has scholars, although there are three households, Qin will perish! I come from Beixi and return to the north. After leaving the venue, I paid homage to the September 18th Memorial Hall, and then took the train to Dalian alone.As the car passed Yingkou, I remembered that in the winter of 1925, my father was ordered to enter Yingkou with the brigade commander Ma, and get off at the opposite bank of Yingkou from Goubangzi.Su Bingwen, the chief of staff of the brigade, led the vanguard to cross the Liaohe River. The river was not completely frozen, and the river was full of ice. Everyone took a small wooden boat and risked being washed into the sea.

I went to Dalian to see the sea flowing to Taiwan from the coast of my hometown.For two consecutive days, I sat alone on the stone steps of the seaside park, watching the Bohai Sea flow into the Yellow Sea, then flow into the East China Sea, merge into the vast Pacific Ocean, and sail more than 2,000 kilometers to Taiwan.Bypassing the whole island to Eluanbi at the southern tip, a few miles below the lighthouse is Yakou Sea. The bay is blue and quiet. It is said that the wind and waves have died down here. All return to eternal peace. (End of the book)