In the morning, I just sat down at the computer desk and got a call from Zhiqiang. He told me in a trembling voice: Teacher Xie Guangde passed away! There was a black fog in front of me, and I almost fainted. Is it true?/You don't say. /You don't say. No, it's impossible! Zhiqiang is lying and cheating, but Zhiqiang has never lied, let alone cheated anyone! I hope Zhiqiang's words are lies, unreliable and deceptive. Can Zhiqiang really describe the unfortunate fact that the teacher's daughter cried and told him, and can't help but make people believe that my netizen Xie Guangde really passed away.
Just a few days ago, I had a long chat with him online, which was very speculative and very happy. Half a year ago, he suffered from lumbar disc herniation, numbness in his hands and feet, and it was difficult to stand in severe cases. But he just can't lie in bed, always thinking about netizens, and he has to turn on the computer from time to time to chat with everyone. I have repeatedly advised him to pay more attention to rest, but he always looks like an "old urchin", telling me happily that it's okay, but advising me to take care of myself. As soon as he was in good health, he got on a motorcycle and went to the county seat to handle affairs, and began to prepare for the painting and calligraphy exhibition of the township elderly painting and calligraphy association. This exhibition is of great scale. As the president of the township elderly calligraphy and painting association, he naturally works hard day and night and tries his best. The exhibition attracted leaders from all walks of life in counties and townships and painting and calligraphy lovers to visit and achieved unexpected success. He told me happily that I quickly opened his QQ space to see the exquisite calligraphy and painting. I saw that he was writing a photo of the word "Ink Edge", which was the joy and master of his life. The word "ink edge" is really vigorous and free and easy. At the same time, I also saw him standing in front of the flowers in the township government compound, surrounded by flowers, and he succeeded. He should be very proud, but his round face has lost his usual kind smile. He just looked into the distance. I think there is a bigger world in his mind-a bigger "Mohist" world. His road is still wide, he is still struggling and pursuing, and he wants to dress up a better time with sunset glow. However, in a blink of an eye, the world he yearned for was gone!
We met online, and then he came to visit me in Linfen. I accompanied him to Riverside Park. It was raining lightly that day. We walked slowly along the river bank and talked openly about their life changes over the past decades. The words are very speculative and feel very moist. Last year, Zhiqiang asked me to visit his home. His home is in wangzhuang township, Yicheng, a small village with an east-west street. Linlin Lang Lang is dotted with modern prosperity and civilization. He accompanied us around the village. When he came back, his wife was busy cooking authentic food in Yicheng-spring rolls. He accompanied us around his exquisitely designed yard on the second floor, then went up to the second floor and walked into his study. The study is full of ink, and the walls are covered with long, short, wide, narrow, horizontal and vertical framed banners. On a big table by the window, there are still the words that he just wrote. After dinner, we slept in a room next to his study. At night, I can't sleep in bed. Looking through the window, there is a bright moon hanging in the blue sky and the stars are shining. The breeze slowly brings the fragrance of crops in the fields outside the village, mixed with the thick ink fragrance in the study next door. I'm really fascinated by this situation. That night, I really had a dream. I dreamed that in a pink peach blossom, we talked about wine and poetry, and we were happy. I don't know whether the sky will fall or what year it will be. Peach blossoms fell, and we staggered to sleep on the thick carpet paved with peach petals. ...
The next day, standing on the balcony, from a distance, there were several silver burning clouds floating in the blue sky. Thinking about that beautiful dream last night, I felt that I was in front of the real "Peach Blossom Garden" in a modern society. Of course, my net friend is Tao Yuanming who picks chrysanthemums from Dongli. Although I have never seen the pink peach blossoms in the village, I envy this state. I thought there was such a good place where we could come more often, chat with friends, talk about Sang Ma, and enjoy the happiness and warmth of rural life that is hard to get in the city. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be our only meeting. Life is impermanent Think about how not to let people burn inside, sad!
At the beginning of September this year, Zhiqiang told me that Mr. Xie had celebrated his seventieth birthday and his family was reunited. Very lively, he is very happy. Although it is not uncommon in modern society, it is a great event worth celebrating in life after all. I am happy for him, so I wrote a poem for him:
I'm glad to hear that you live a seven-level life.
Pingyang holds a glass of wine.
Things are unpredictable, unpredictable,
White hair is ecstatic.
In the Peach Blossom Garden,
Dialects on both sides of Fenhe River have experienced many vicissitudes.
Long song, a song with high mountains and high waters,
The sunset at night adds luster!
He was so happy that he called me immediately and told me that his seventieth birthday was also the golden wedding year for him and his wife. It is not easy for the two of them to go hand in hand to today and taste the ups and downs. The children wanted to celebrate for them, and the family got together happily for a day. Oh, double happiness, double happiness, it's really worth celebrating, so I wrote him another poem:
Old age and golden marriage,
The sun, the moon and the heavy light overlap happily.
It used to be Optimus Prime.
Flying with me is a blue sky.
Children and grandchildren smile before them,
Holding hands is like alcohol.
I hope to live for another 50 years,
The sunset glow burns red every day.
Happy new year, happy family and happy family. I expect them to live for another 50 years, but now, it is unfair to live well!
Teacher Xie Guangde once wrote three banners for me, which I framed and hung in my study. His handwriting is really good, which makes my study radiant, especially the birthday photos, which will impress everyone. He once told me that he was born in Artemisia selengensis, and he had no ambition of swan, only the world of pen and ink. But he has a pen and ink in his chest, and Zhiqiang calls him an "old man dancing with ink." It is in this pen and ink world that he struggles, gains, has a realm and pursuit, and shows a pure and noble spirit in simplicity. I don't know calligraphy, and I never write with ink on weekdays. Encouraged by his spirit, I was also eager to try, so I bought a brush from the market and practiced writing with it. I am particularly fascinated by his birthday words, and I practice them several times every day, but no matter how I write and practice, I just can't write his round and vigorous birthday words. I think I will go to his "Peach Blossom Garden" again one day, and I must write this birthdates well when I ask him for advice. I want to send my beautiful birthday wishes to all honest, dedicated and kind people, wishing them peace, health and long life. Unexpectedly, God didn't bless him, but he suddenly fell down and quietly went to another world. God is jealous of talent!
It's heartbreaking in retrospect. Writing here, I can't sit still any longer, and my heart hurts like tears. Out of the hospital, I looked up at the sky, and the jewel-like star was still shining in the blue night sky. They have not disappeared, they have not fallen, they will not disappear, they will not fall, they will shine forever. ...