Remembering the two dead in Dali Normal School

Gentle teacher Ji Yingfen left at the age of 85. Lu Jianhua, a tall and burly young master, followed, not yet 70 years old! In just one month or so, two old gentlemen from Dali Normal School left one after another to say goodbye to each other in this beautiful spring, which is regrettable. Since then, two familiar faces have never appeared again, but their names are forever engraved in the hearts of the masters.

Teacher Ji used to be the academic director of the school and the chairman of the trade union. His students are all over Eastern Qin, so he has made many old friends. I thought there would be many official or folk commemorative articles after his death, but I never saw them, so I was a little surprised. A friend asked me, you wrote so many articles commemorating Old Master Q, why didn't you write Teacher Ji? I said timidly, he is the leader, not my turn to write! Now that we have heard the bad news of Lu, we should learn from the bitter experience, or recall the days we spent with them, express our condolences and wish the deceased rest in peace.

In my impression, Mr. Ji is highly respected by his colleagues. He is a typical intellectual, wearing a pair of glasses. Although his temples are covered with frost, his hair is not messy. Clothes are also neat and clean, stable and elegant. Manners, modesty, caution, sensitivity, have the demeanor of an ancient gentleman.

Chairman of the trade union, this position is actually Shimizu yamen. No power, no influence, just do something to solve problems for everyone, help the poor, resolve contradictions and unite people. Not much money, but many trifles. Teacher Ji worked tirelessly, diligently, participated in competitions, weddings and funerals, and he was indispensable. People who have worked hard for everyone will naturally not be forgotten.

1992 When I first arrived at the normal school, I participated in the New Year's Day cross-country run organized by Teacher Ji, the leader of the trade union. The route is from the school along Dahua Road to Luohe Bridge and then back. At that time, all walks of life in Dali County were still very supportive of the activities held by Dali Normal School. It seems that people keep order along the way, and students are waving flags and shouting at the roadside. In the cold winter, I ran sweating and got good grades, at least in the top four of the teaching staff. This may be the best cross-country performance in my life! The most unforgettable scene is the triumph of teacher Ji and their warm welcome at the school gate. The crowd was crowded and the applause thundered. Everyone's face is full of bright smiles, cheering for us and wishing the New Year. In those years, the students were full of vigor and the school was full of vitality. Unfortunately, these activities gradually decreased, and everyone always felt that something was missing.

When I got married, there was no wedding company. I am a young man from other places, and my marriage is due to the full help of Teacher Ji. He carefully arranged several people to help me, which made me grateful. Zhang, secretary of the Youth League Committee, is in charge of me. At that time, he was just a young man in his thirties, with a bright future and brilliant talents. Unexpectedly, he will become an expert on Lu Xun studies in the literary world in the future. Under the auspices of Mr. Ji, he expressed sincere wishes and ardent expectations to me. His warm words made me feel deeply for life. Wang Yunxia, Ren Baohua ... and the young teachers in the math group have been busy helping each other, which has enabled me to successfully complete this great event in my life.

At that time, the master tradition was that one family had something to do and the whole school went into battle together. In the 1990s, drinking was the strongest in Dali, and drinking and boxing was the most interesting. Shouting is like water droplets splashing, like machine guns spewing, and gestures change as fast as lightning, but elusive. Fighting with wits and courage, not getting drunk and not returning, let me see the generosity and sincerity of Dongfu people. Every subsequent party was full of excitement and laughter. I dare not say that it resounded through the sky, at least it was a room full of acoustic shocks, which made people memorable.

What we admire most is Mr. Ji's indifference and tranquility. After retiring, he resolutely returned the apartment on campus and returned to the countryside. When many people tried to enter the city, he remained uncorrupted and returned to his hometown, living an idyllic life of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing the Yellow River leisurely". At that time, we felt sorry for him, and he was not short of money. Why did he return the house for future use? Maybe he is thinking about people who don't have a house, and people with different realms naturally can't understand it. His handwriting is good, distinctive and famous, and he has never heard of selling it. After he retired, he hardly came to school, and things at home didn't bother everyone. I only met him at the gate once more than ten years ago. Covered in dust, he called my name from a distance and approached to shake hands. He didn't forget me and didn't agree with me at all, which moved me very much.

Lu Shi is eight feet tall, strong, handsome and dignified. Although he is only a worker, he has worked as a cook on the students' stoves and as a janitor in the family courtyard, such as screws, where he needs them. No matter what work is assigned by the school, he is diligent and conscientious. His education is not high, but he reads a lot, knows more, is knowledgeable and thoughtful, and his mouth often bursts with elegant words, which makes me sigh. He has a unique view of human beings, but he always sulks about this life. There are many unfair things in the world, and who can do anything about it? After sighing, he was a little lonely.

Actually, I met his son first. It was the midsummer of 1992. I went to report for duty during the summer vacation. It was very hot, so I wandered around the campus. I don't know who told me that there is a bathhouse next to the boiling water stove. It opened after 2 o'clock today. I went there happily. As a result, there was only one child about ten years old. He was generous and began to talk to me. Tell me that his name is Yuan Yuan, his father cooks on the stove, his mother runs a barber shop at school, he goes to school in a nearby village, and then tell me about some people and things at school. Of course, he heard it from his father. When I first arrived in Dali, I just thought this boy's words in Dali were very interesting and clear, so I talked a lot. He finally said to me, "Uncle, you are a good person who fell in love at first sight", which surprised me, but this sentence also reminded me to be a good person at all times. In the later days, I had many contacts with this family and kept a very friendly relationship.

It's just a pity that Lu Shi left in a hurry. I heard that he was still there on the day of Ji's memorial service. He just left! I still remember that hot summer, he sat in a small chair at the gate of his yard, with his short sleeves open, his vest exposed, shaking his cattail leaf fan, and staring at passers-by. When he met strangers, he would seriously ask questions, as serious as a policeman who was doing business. Sometimes when chatting and arguing with us, he is often a little pessimistic, sighing and serious. Even when you laugh, it's a little astringent. His life burden is heavier than ours. After all, he has two children to support, and his wife is also a temporary worker, full of energy. I think he belongs to a kind of ambitious and untalented person. I can't help it! Such luck makes people have to bow to life!

The dead are gone, but the living will live. Now think about it, Zheng Banqiao's "rare confusion" is quite reasonable. Life is just a process, whether it is a trade union chairman or an ordinary worker, it is just a different role. Everyone is both an actor and an audience. Some things are seen through, so they are looked down upon. Some people can't see through it and forget it. The play is over, the play is over, and everything is gone.