Gao San inspirational article: 1977, I participated in the joint entrance exam

Gao San inspirational article: 1977, I participated in the joint entrance exam

I heard the news of the resumption of the entrance exam, I was sweating on the land of a farm.

Our generation is an unfortunate generation. Shang Guo Xiaozheng caught up with the "life of the culture", and the middle school caught up with the "reverse resurgence", and then caught up with the countryside to "roll the mud and refine the red heart." Those who should not catch up have caught up, and none of the catch-ups have caught up. "Recommended to go to college" has caught up, but it happened to catch up with my "family problem." Going to college can only be a very distant dream for me.

On October 21, 1977, when I heard from the radio that the colleges and universities that had been interrupted for more than a decade had resumed enrollment, I was so excited that I could not sleep at night. The next day, I quickly told this message to a few friends, who knows they already knew. We talked together over the night, talked about the ideals of the future, and talked about the dawn. There are a few strokes in life. Only the entrance exams that change the fate of our generation are decided to go for a fight. Only one of the older students who were very promising to go to a major university but entered the factory early, got married and became a family, and was a few years old, said with frustration: "I also want to go to the exam, but I left this home to do it? At the full moon, my wife didn't work. I can't just drop their mothers regardless of their future!" Everyone sighed deeply and knew that he was a very kind person, and he could only pity him.

Our small town in the north of Henan is very occluded, and suddenly I have to take the exam. Many people have no mental preparation. In particular, I also learned that the entrance exam will be registered from November 18th to 24th, 1977, and the test will be held from December 8th to 9th. There is only one month of review time left, and people are even more confused. No one knows where the exams will be reviewed and what the focus is, and they are looking for review materials everywhere. The textbooks that went to school that year were not burned or sold, but fortunately, some of the textbooks I had when I was in high school had not been lost. I walked over ten kilometers in the night and ran home to find the boxes. I also borrowed someone else to use it for two people. After I finished reading it, I ran for more than ten kilometers and sent it to him. The mother copied all the books of more than 300 pages thick for five days and six nights for me to run less. When I took the thick manuscript from my mother, my eyes were wet. Unexpectedly, a few days later, an educated youth on the farm stole my review materials when I was out of work. I immediately took a coal car and chased it for seven or eight kilometers before catching him up. Fortunately, the person on the spot was "squatting", otherwise he would not admit it. What I still can't forget is that another educated youth has sent me several review materials. I saw that it was exactly what I needed. He said: "I don't take the entrance exam anyway. If you think it's useful, you can use it!", the former one was my good friend, and the latter one still can't name him.

Since there are files at the higher level, the educated youth who participated in the entrance examination will be required to work half a day and review for half a day. It didn't take long for the head of the cold spring farm where I was located to suddenly announce that we would get up at three o'clock in the morning to participate in the general meeting of the firewood factory organized by the Lulu Commune at that time, and deceived us that there was no "half-day labor," Half a day to review the rules. At that time, I was really anxious to die. The review time of one month was enough. Now even this pitiful time has to be deprived. How can we take the test? At this time, I am refusing to call the world, but what is the solution? From then on, every day at three o'clock in the morning, the sky was still dark and dark, and the fingers of our educated youth dormitory were slammed by one by one. Several cultivators pulled us to the six-seven-mile On a hill outside, our task is to dig this hill and build it into a "Dazhai-style" terrace.

At that time, most of the educated youth were only seventeen and eighty years old. They usually had poor nutrition. Each meal can only eat two cornmeal heads with enzymes and salt water for cooking. There is only one or two pounds of fine grains per month. I don't dare to enjoy it alone. I dare to take it out when my classmates or family members come to the farm, because I can't let the guests eat the yellow hair of the enzyme. At the beginning of this "leveling land conference war", in order to let us speed up the progress, in order to win the top in this "conference war", the farmer head had improved the food for one day, that is, the white scorpion casually. Usually I can only eat a half full of poor, educated youth, crazy, licking the white noodles that I only had when I was in the past. I saw a young, thin, educated youth who had eaten nine or two meals. The multiple embarrassment, almost killed him... The first look, let us eat casually, eat too much, and the next day, I will resume the days when I can only eat two enzymes per meal. Under such nutritional conditions, the physical strength of such a heavy work is so early every day, and the labor intensity can be imagined. When we were exhausted by the shovel, the iron shovel, and the flat car on the hill, the chicken just started to scream... This scene reminds me of a famous cartoon "The Midnight Chicken".

Every day, we sweated on the hills and continued to work until the night fell. In the evening, it is our review time. At that time, the farm often had a power outage. I and two educated youths in the same room were sitting around a dim kerosene lamp. Due to the cold weather, the biting north wind smashed into the house, and the house was like a hail. I had to put on my old quilt with cotton wool. After a long time, the kerosene lamp of the kerosene lamp was very large and unpleasant, and I had to wear a big mask... My two companions were holding books and watching them all on the table, they called When he was asleep, he still held the textbook in his hand. I am afraid of falling asleep, washing my face and pouring water with cold water again and again, so that I can strengthen my spirits. Once in order to understand a problem, I walked for more than ten kilometers to work for a middle school teacher after work at night. I just ran back after night and the door was knocked again. Strong physical labor, every night to review, physical and mental exhaustion, has reached the limit, if the door at three o'clock in the morning is not led by the cadres, the door has been smashed, even some doors have been smashed, is It is difficult to wake up the educated youth who are asleep. Once, an educated youth in the same room saw that I slept too late, and I couldn’t bear to wake up and sneak away. I woke up and was shocked. It was a political issue without participating in the "General Assembly War", but it was safe. The original team leader lied that I was sick and the band leader was over.

In order to squeeze out a little pitiful time, on the "fight" site, I specialize in the work of those who are unwilling to do the boring dozing, in order to smash others into the car for a short few minutes. Can quietly take a look at a book, write a word, or put a formula on it. I also copied some of the review points on a small piece of cardboard, inserted it in the bulldozer's car, strolling along the back of the cart, and once I fell in love, almost even drove the car down the deep ditch. Soon, the film opened a critical meeting and stopped working for a long time. All the educated youth came to the venue early in the morning. I was sneaked out with a companion, sneaked into a nearby melon shed, lying in the haystack, and rarely reviewed mathematics for half a day. Later, a small head found that when I was working, I always had a book. I was not able to engage in a "combat battle". I was very dissatisfied. I had to tear up my book when I took it. I immediately rushed up with him. Desperately, he had to return the book to me. One day, the two educated youths who worked with me quietly pulled me aside and said to me very seriously: "In the future, if you work for us, both of us will do it for you. You will save some. Time to read more books!" "No, you are not going to take the test? This is an opportunity to change your destiny!" Who knows that they actually said: "Oh, anyway, our hopes are not great, Everyone is wrong, it is better to help you!" As soon as I heard this, my tears burst out. At that time, the lamp oil on the farm was quantitative. Several educated youths saw that I was not enough to review the lamp oil all day long. Then I sent my lamp oil to me quietly. At this point, the lamp oil was nothing at all, but it made me burst into tears at the time.

At that time, some people who had a way out, either sick or looking for other reasons, quietly left the farm to go home to review. I really envy them, no need to do heavy physical work, and have plenty of time to review at home all day. . Because I am a "black five" child, I dare not "pretend to be sick", and I can't get "best". I have to be careful. Because the main leaders of the farm had announced at the audience's youth conference: "Whoever is not doing well in labor, as long as I say a word, he will not be able to go to college!" Under the political situation at that time, "political review" What is important, what the current people can't imagine. At that time, let alone go to school, that is, to publish a four-line poem in the newspaper, and the newspaper should also give the unit a letter to investigate whether the author has political problems. Two months later, the “Registration Form for Henan Senior Recruitment Candidates” was also set up in this column: “Is immediate family members and major social relations in the eleventh line struggle with arrest, law enforcement, custody review , isolation review, naming criticism, etc."

Only a few days before the entrance exam, the head of the farm refused to let us go, and let us get up and work like a farmer at three in the morning. Fortunately, the above notice was given in time, so that all the educated youth who participated in the entrance exam went home for three days, and I had a three-day gold review time. But after three days, it was too short. I really couldn't do it when I wanted to review it. At this time, I thought that if someone could give me a month of review time, I would rather exchange it if I let him give him two years of work. On the day of leaving the farm, the educated youths helped us to take the entrance exam and intercepted a large truck pulling coal. I was about to climb a coal-soed truck and set foot on the road for the first time and the last time of my life. Suddenly, a little girl of eight or nine years old appeared in front of me: "Uncle, you are gone, you will Come back?" I saw that it was the little girl who came to our farm in the neighboring village. She often told me to tell her stories. "I will be back!" "That can wait for you to tell the story to you, your story has not finished!" However, I have not gone back for 30 years.

The first joint entrance exam after the "Cultural Revolution" in the past ten years, there were a lot of people who applied for it. At that time, there were more than 4,000 candidates in our very small city, the youngest being sixteen and the oldest being thirty. My admission ticket number is "3165", which is a number that I will never forget in my life. On December 8, 1977, when I stepped into the Hefei City No. 4 Middle School test center, I looked at the large and disproportionate candidates who had rushed to take the exams. It was difficult to calm down for a long time. At 8:15 in the morning, a crisp ringing bell rang through the campus, and an exam that the people who tried to test in the past would not forget for the rest of their lives began. I remember that there were two essay questions in the Henan language test paper that year. One was "Clap the Hand for the Good Situation of Governing the Country" and the second was "My Heart flew to the Chairman Mao Memorial Hall." The composition is over 70, accounting for more than half of the language papers.

During the two days of the exam, I got up every day when I was not bright, and I couldn’t eat it. The kind mother always heated the meal over and over again. I often read a few mouthfuls while reading a book. The heavy physical labor in the long period of time made my body extremely weak. On the second day of the test, my feet were swollen and unable to walk. My father used the bicycle to push me to the examination room. When I was sitting in the back seat of the bicycle, I saw that the aging father was pushing me step by step into the examination room in the cold wind. When I couldn’t tell the sorrow and grief, I found out that my father had so many heads. White hair. At the entrance to the school, the bicycle is not allowed to enter the school gate. There is still a distance from the examination room. It is time to see the examination time. The father has not said anything. When I pick up, I will go to the examination room. I am over a hundred kilograms. Sweaty, I still feel the father's gasping voice from time to time.

Shortly after the entrance exam, the message came that more than 100 of the more than 4,000 candidates in the city had taken the admission scores, and I was among the best. But I didn't excite for a long time. Until the end, when I learned that I was completely smashed into a secondary school with the university, it was like pouring water into a basin of water. I didn't return to it in an afternoon. It seems that the world has overturned this day at this moment, a day that I will never forget in my life. A child of eight or nine years old is often beaten and insulted; later, he joins the group, joins the army, recruits and returns to the city, and has no share. Now that the old wounds have not gone, the new pain has come again. I really want to cry without tears and cry out. I used to take the train to the relevant departments of the province to ask for a clear understanding. I could go to the gate but stopped, and my feet could not go in like a root.

So far, nearly 30 years have passed, I still have a letter from Peking University to me:

Comrade Lu Hongjun:

Your urgent need to further study the spirit of contributing to the motherland is truly commendable and worthy of praise.

Our school cannot directly recruit new students. It must be handled by the relevant provinces and cities under the unified leadership of the party committee. Therefore, the admission of the new students is incompetent. Please understand...

Sincerely

Peking University Chinese Department

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