I always wanted to write a primary school teacher. But every time when I desired to take up my pen, I felt it was trivial and ordinary too much. Finally, this wish was like a hazy dream.
直到我的女儿上学,后来又系上鲜艳的红领巾,那一些日子,我时常有一种奇妙的感觉 ,仿佛生命从古老的臃肿之中解脱 ,亦正轻盈 ,亦正青春,并长长地站在高高的晒台上 ,望着青灰的城郭 ,企图把这种情绪施加给那高楼低屋宽街窄巷。
Till my daughter went to school and then tied the bright and red scarf, those days, I often experienced a fantastic feeling as if life was liberated from the immemorial cumber, so light and so young, and long stood on the high drying stage, watching the caesious city walls and trying to exert this mood on the high buildings, low houses, wide streets and narrow alleys.
And flocks of white pigeons with a loud whistle flew past the blue sky. Thus I seemed to hear a call from remote or nearby. At first it was so loud and made the welkin ring. Then it was in a low and endless voice to make you listen carefully.
That day, I knew the teacher Shen Shangrou of Culture Primary School. Once a friend had told me, “It is very good if your child were taught by Teacher Shen.” So I indistinctly generated an expectation. However, the expectation disappeared when I looked her first sight.
Actually, the expression she gave me was too tired. And due to her scraggy body, it seemed that she would fall down immediately. Several times, I read that articles about her on papers. The waves of my heart were stirred again and again. I was more shocked than moved.
In fact, twenty years, thirty years, no, her whole life should live like it. She kept going to fall down, and yet kept standing up. Some poet sang: you stand on the earth, hence become an eternal stele.
而我呢,看着她那花白的头发,憔悴的面容,以及她那不可思议的四十来公斤的身躯,只能在心里默默地念着:你应该休息、休息,申老师 ! And I, watching her gray hair, gaunt face and her unimaginable forty kilos body, only silently murmured in my heart: you need to rest, rest, teacher Shen!
I dared not make a sound. The word of “rest”, which she didn’t remember how many times were explained toward her students. Yet she never truly tried it. Looking up the sweet spring, she could not taste and looking down the blanket, she could not lie down. It may be said a defect in life.
Prometheus could endure the fierce vulture plucking his liver day after day, but he got the fire which benefited mankind. Surely, Teacher Shen could not compare with Prometheus.
However, petty work that Shen had done needed to pay the price as well. Shen could persist in the defect, in fact, was also like the great fire-stealer who guarded the space of the sacred heart. We had no reason or even in mood to despise her contributions and carelessly violated her sacred wish…
One alone stood between heaven and hell and light and darkness which guided each other, but be independent of each other, such as the transitional bridge and distinguishing symbol.
That was the scene of poetry. And really, that was also the epitome of life.
Bending down and standing up, there were the repetitions of life. From the hungry sea seizing an ambitious hand to hold it upon the blue sky, these thousands of mechanical round actions made thousands of souls sublimated into the bright stars.
From the age of sixteen, the fresh blossoming flowers season, she stepped on the platform and stood there till she was fifty-four. One year later she would leave the platform. The narrow place had taken her thirty-eight springs and autumns.
那时候,县里有宣传队,白毛女的角色总是她扮演的,而现在,不要说跳 “北风吹”,就是温和的老年迪斯科,她也舞不动了,哪怕课堂四十分钟,时不时的,她还要依靠红参的帮助 ……
At that time, there were propaganda teams in county and the role of the White-haired girl was always played by her. But now, not only “North Wind Blow”, the temperate disco for the elderly that she could not dance. Even if a forty minutes course, she needed to rely on the help of red ginseng now and then…
However, the original intention never was broken and she still kept that simple wish. Her husband got necrotic enteritis by food poisoning and was hospitalized over two months. So she ran seven or eight times a day between hospital and school which were far apart four or five miles each other, yet did not delay any courses of students.
儿子伤寒病高烧不下,住院两个月,几次肠出血,她也没有请过一次假;Although her son had the typhoid fever and did not turn better, lived in hospital two months and was suffering from enterorrhagia several times, she had not asked for a leave.
老家的母亲去世了,她负责的毕业班正面临考试,她就让丈夫和儿子替自己回去处理后事……Her mom living in hometown had passed away, at that time her graduating class students were preparing for examinations, she just let her husband and son arrange funeral…
Something could be imaged. In those gloomy days, because of Shen’s unfortunate fate and her beloved Sun Dingkang who belonged to the child of “Five Black Categories”, so according to the original logic it caused the “double guilty”.
She hard went to countryside with eight months pregnant, mobilized parents to send their children to go to school by door to door. When teaching students, she needed to lumber trees, burn wood, smelt steels and “launch a satellite” at the same time. For Shen, those could be endured by gritting teeth.
But quitted in those days, she cried until no more tears shed. Her husband knew her deep pain so that he taught her to play cards game. However, life was much harder with playing cards and they could not enjoy the real idle and relaxed.
Moreover, the rebel always visited this unhappy couple. The hair of her beloved Sun was grasped and stripped off, leading to his baldness when he was so young. And Shangrou, with thin and delicate, could not bear the torment between physical and spirit and was ill with psychoneurosis finally.
In the still nights, she lay on bed with a worried heart, tensely heard and stared at that heavy darkness, as if the danger was rushing from the dark…
In fact, that simple wish could not be deprived. Shen was so sensitive that she had to rely on sleeping pill to paralyze her. And eventually she would take a rest. Were there other choices?
从十六岁起,不,也许要早,心愿总在纯真的少女时代就建立,面对神秘的眨着眼睛的星，面对亘古的常新的太阳、月亮,面对风雨,面对云彩,面对山乡土小溪,申尚柔就想到做一名教师了。Since she was at sixteen, no, probably earlier, the wish always was set up in the innocent girlhood. Facing to the mysterious flashing stars, facing to the immortal renewed sun, moon, facing to the wind and rain, facing to colorful clouds and facing to the mountain, countryside and the streams, Shen thought about being a teacher.
尽管简单,但与那些电影明星,或者作家诗人的心愿比起来,却是一样地充满梦幻。舍此而外,那时候的申尚柔根本不可能有别的选择,这第一次的选择,也是她唯一的选择,最后的选择。Though simple, it was the same full with dreamlike as the wishes of actors, writers or poets. Besides, at that time, Shen hadn’t other choices at all. The initial choice also was her single and final choice.
Thus it was difficult to understand for commons that the meaning of that blackboard and that plat in Shen’s life. Some wisdom once said, “To persist a faith makes you be going to sacred.” Indeed, she loved everything about it too much. Classroom, the palace of resplendent life; students, the happy angels…
No, we did not write a poet but give a true comfort! She applied for the special-class teacher multiple times, but now it was not given response because of her insufficient educational background. She had become a teacher for thirty eight years, but now she did not obtain the intellectual subsidy. We truly should repay her something. But what could we offer to her?
Her responsible poor classes and students got the one hundred percent qualified rate of entering a higher school. She wrote articles while she tutored students in writings and published them on periodical throughout the country. For parents, they wanted to send their children to her class by all means so that she could become a special-class teacher.
Therefore, at New Year's Eve, the returned undergraduates and graduate students didn’t have the family reunion dinner beside their parents but visited her for giving a New Year’s greeting. It was her intellectual subsidy. And those advanced and excellent certificates of province, region and county could comfort her exhaustion.
So, we understood her and admired her.
这一切全因为简单的心愿 ,神圣的心愿、不可褫夺的心愿 ,至死不灭的心愿。
All of those were because of the simple, deity, non-deprived and immortal wish.
During the period of creating three-part series Out of the mountain, I once took the rewrite to ask for opinions on Middle Level Cadre Meeting of Meitan distillery. The prototype of leading character was the comrade Liu Youshou, the factory manager of Meitan distillery.
Naturally, the whole plot was constructed by referring to the history of Meitan distillery. The meeting would be held in the evening, I learned later that all meeting with uncertain agenda would commonly be arranged at night. Because that time was flexible and could be short or long, not as pinning by petty things like eating in the daytime.
That night, the leadership of the four groups of Meitan county attended as well. And people were all around the small meeting room soon. I had never experienced such occasion and didn’t know the leaders would pay so much attention on this thing. So I was a little nervous.
Therefore, after the deputy county chief Ren qixian comrade--I remembered she was in mandarine and declaimed with a high sound, very seriously--read off the script. while she was rubbing her slight uncomfortable throat, I eventually cracked my composure to make the following statement:
“TV series is a kind of literary form, after all. It is different from the real life.”
Fortunately, I didn’t not cite the view that literary archetype was a form of "patchwork" of Lu Xun. Or I would look much more stupid. In reality, it indeed none confused the reality of life and art here. All of them discussing the script, whether expanding plot or enriching characters, they gave me much advice.
But I couldn’t forget that speech of Liu Chongde, the vice director of Meitan distillery office.
“Someone took the three words of ‘Liu Youshou’ to consult a fortune-teller, getting an effect of roc.”
In fact, he only said this two sentences.
I didn’t believe glyphomancy and always considered it was a lot of far-fetched. It was unlike divination or reading one’s fortune whose basis was doomed and could not rechange, with the color of destiny. But the name of a person was just a symbol and regulation, which could be changed if it were improper. So it absolutely wasn’t a destiny.
那么 “刘有寿”这几个字是怎么演绎成大鹏鸟的呢 ?我问刘崇德副主任 ,他原来也不知道 ,不过听人说的。
However, how the several words that Liu Youshou transformed into roc? I asked vice director Liu, but he also didn’t understand, merely hearing from others.
The event evolved it, making it consumedly interesting.
I wrote Meitan starting from a peasant. Twenty thousand words of literary report that Mountain Flowers didn’t ask for any donation and generously published it as a key article. It was well-received by readers after the article’s publication and was adapted into two series.
Afterward, that peasant became a representative of the 14th National Congress of the Communist Party of China. The village Party Organization where he worked in had become an advanced model of the construction of national grass-roots organizations.
Despite I would write him again in another article, in fact, he was not written as an ideal character even if he was real one. The ideal one was few in real life. As a writer, it was significant to maintain conscience. And the mirror of conscience was ideal. To seek and shape ideal characters could scrub our mirror to be brighter.
In the opening ceremony of that TV show as previous mentioned, a leading comrade introduced Liu to me, hoped me earnestly contracted with him and could write something out .
So I went Wuya dam. It was the hometown of Liu. In the long reportage Feat, I described this place in detail. If we said that comment about roc was unbelievable, but when went into that valley of landscape with mountain and water in Wuya dam, I really heard a sound.
Roc once stretched his wings, attacking the water three thousand mile, soaring up nine thousands miles, with magnificent and miraculous. However, it was not here. It was another sound that it could not be described and yet could be touched. It was like the clouds fluttering in the sky over rivers, forest and paddy fields. It was the source of all the beauty’s sounds.
An elder with nearly toothless narrated the story like parading his son—
Shou Er was lucky. His father passed away when he was at the age of seven months. His mother died when he was seven years old. So he became an orphan. He followed his grandfather and sister until he had a home by himself when he was twelve.
In transplanting season, he flailed the cattle to plow. He was so small that muddy water flooded his belly button. Understanding the inconvenience, he took his pants off and obstinately transplanted seedlings through the mud with his whole body.
In the market day, he needed to carry a bundle of firewood to go to Meitan. One day he came back too late, just took a rest in the mountain temple in PianYan pond and finally dazzledly fell asleep.
The next day, someone passed by and saw a python winded around him while he was sleeping soundly. It was so wizardly that the python never hurt him and later crept away, as if it specially protected him this night.
As the roc itself was a legend, Liu, a man who came out from WuYa dam was also full of the color of legend. Well, legend or tale was fine. It eventually was an expectation and explanation of human mind. So the expectation and explanation was the defect in reality, in spite of that root was grown in real soil.
I didn’t ask the fortune-teller for verifying that “Liu Youshou” whether could show a roc in life.
I considered that completely must be a folk fabrication. From a fabrication to a legend, although contained many subconscious elements, it was based on gist.
As we all knew that the Meitan distillery as the local leading enterprise developed to now. Its fixed assets were close to 300 million. Its production and sale incomes all broke through 100 million. Every year its tax payment was 30 million, almost accounted for two-thirds of local finance. In 1993, National Bureau of Statistics synthesized indexes, ranking Meitan distillery as one of the top 100 enterprises in China. The direct and indirect economic benefits brought obvious social benefit. Over twelve member distilleries of Meitan cellar group, there were more than 30,000 people in employment. In the urban construction, Meitan factory was the most splendent part in Meitan county. There not only were the quality inspection center, computer-controlled shelf starter-making center and tasting and blending center, but also the star-level hotels of wine city and the grand worker’s clubs…
It could say without the economic development pattern of Meitan distillery, there was not today’s Meitan.
Every historical period of nations and places almost certainly had its representative figures. Reality was full of discrepancy like a knot of unsolved entanglement. But people always were with longings, to hope everything better.
Hence, like a focus, they gradually came together their ideals and emotions in the classic character beside them. Those were both an expectation and an outpouring. As a result, the character melted and no longer was the original one. He existed between truth and falsehood, with substantial and spirit, with economic and cultural, and with historical and modern…
As the factory manager of Meitan distillery, Liu was truly the figure like that.
At dusk, I went for a stroll with friends, unknowingly came the hill behind hostel. Meitan city silently lay on the foot of hill, extraordinarily showing a charm to us. I recalled a Yugoslavic movie. Its ending was a German stood on the top of hill watching Sarajevo at the foot, unavoidably said, “Walter was this city.”
In a trance, I heard that sound again which I once heard in that valley of landscape with mountain and water in Wuya dam. And the Meitan city under my feet seemed to fly up…
Surely, roc could only be a moral.