Between the lines (36) Two or three things about Master Lu

I like reading, but I don't have any reading goals, so naturally I have no plans. I often go with the flow and watch everything I meet. Literary monographs, unofficial history Romance, political philosophy, and sometimes I read some astronomical geography. Although I don't know much about it, I still had a good time and enjoyed it.

Once I read an article full of emotion and strong rural flavor, which really aroused my * * *. Who wrote this? I can't help looking at the author. Luyanhe, or Xunyang people! It is amazing that there are such excellent writers in such a small place as Xunyang. When I saw Yanhe, I thought of Yan 'an. When I think of Yan 'an, I think of that vigorous and passionate time. This should be an alias, as I judged.

The first time I met the old man was entirely by chance. 16, the county organized an essay contest. Just at that time, dancing and writing were more frequent, so I got up the courage to vote for a manuscript. I didn't expect to win an award by mistake. For me, it's exciting and a little unintentional. So I went in person at the time of awarding the prize, intending to see the outstanding figures in this field. At this time, I was told that it was Luyanhe.

I finally met the writers around me face to face for the first time. I saw that he was about fifty years old, not tall, but very strong, red-faced, energetic and humorous. After the award ceremony, the old man specially asked me for the contact information of my colleagues and talked with us enthusiastically. I asked him: Is Yanhe your real name or your own pen name? The old man replied firmly: This is my name. I have been called by this name since I was a child.

After this incident, I didn't meet the old man for a long time.

Later, when I wanted to join the Writers Association, I thought of my father. I thought it was a little presumptuous to call, so I sent a text message to explain what I meant. In the afternoon, the old man personally called me back, made a final decision on this matter, and gave me great encouragement, which instantly swept away my inner anxiety.

What moved me most was the delivery of documents. It was a cold evening last winter, and when it was getting dark, the old man called me and said that he had brought me a writers association card and asked me to cross the street to get it. It's dark everywhere in such a cold day. I thought he must be riding a car, but I didn't expect people to ride their own cars. It takes at least two or three hours to get down from the county seat. Even as a young man, he managed to do it. The key problem is that it takes more than an hour from my town to where he works in the village. This spirit makes me feel ashamed in my thirties.

The old man took me into a restaurant on the street and ordered a bowl of mutton. We talked over dinner. He told me that my job is very important, so I should do my job first, and then do other things. Writing requires careful observation and in-depth experience of life; Writers need great feelings and keen observation ... the words of the old man, like a warm current, flow into my heart, and my heart is warm. I deeply feel the care and guidance of an elder to the younger generation. Such a person is lucky to meet one in his life. I am honored to meet him.

The third thing is to talk about the custom collection organized by our writers association this year. Once I went to Ping 'an Valley in Anyukou, Xi, and once I went to Ruanjiagou in Xicha. These two activities are organized by the elderly. Because there are many people, about twenty or thirty people, it is a very troublesome thing to organize. Including itinerary, route, food, transportation, time, etc. These trivial and complicated things seem to us that the old man has arranged them in an orderly way. When you go, you should worry about the process of collecting wind, and when you come back, you should also worry. The old man kept calling, and a series of instructions came from here: hello, XXX, where have you been; Hello, XXX, be safe; Hey, XXX is resting in the front service area to let everyone eat some western food ... The old man at this time, unlike an old man in his fifties, is obviously an energetic young man full of positive energy.

I don't know many things about the old man, but I know that he is an excellent cadre and a respectable elder. Fortunately, it's not too late to meet. I think I will learn more from him in the future. This is my honor and the honor of this era.

(Note 1: The old man in this article is Mr. Lu Yanhe, the worker of the United Front Work Department of the county and the chairman of the county writers association)

(Note 2: This article won the prize of the 9th essay contest of "Sanyue, Shuxiang Xunyang", which is hereby explained)