Inspirational novel: My suffering, my university (13)

Inspirational novel: my suffering my university

Chapter 4: "Friends", gave me the place of glory and dreams

[A rootless grass, it is very difficult to go upstream, if you want to take root, not only need the right water temperature and environment, but also need tough perseverance. I believe that perseverance can make the river rush into the sea, allowing water droplets to pass through the stone, which can make people bend their fate. 】

I always thought that "Ping" is a very beautiful name, and it is good to write and look good, but also nice. However, when I recalled my own experiences, I suddenly discovered that my destiny is Ping’s fate. The fate of Ping, who has been drifting all his life. From Jiangsu to Anhui, from Anhui to Shanghai, from Shanghai to Wuhan, going upstream and heading for the wind. And Pingcao, in general, can only go down the river, with the flow. But on the contrary, perhaps because of my retrograde character, I have reached the "upstream" of life. Every place I arrived was on the Yangtze River, which forced me to believe that I was destined to be inseparable from water and could not be separated from drifting.

This reminds me of a song by Andy Lau, "The Dream I and I Chase," and a few of the lyrics have particularly touched me - drifting for a long time / only a little stop in each port / mood and joy can not be by me ......

This song is a bit sentimental, but it is very in line with my mood. It was only that Andy Lau and his dream of chasing eventually "passed by", and I, but grasped the hand of dreams until it became a reality.

Now, I am drifting to Wuhan, where I know nothing about it, will it be my last habitat? Will I continue to drift? Everything is unknown.

And my biggest advantage is that no matter where you drift, you can immediately take root. It is very difficult for a rootless grass to flow backwards. If it is to take root, it needs not only the right water temperature and environment, but also the perseverance. I believe that perseverance can make the river rush into the sea, allowing water droplets to pass through the stone, which can make people bend their fate.

It was only in the "Friends" that I realized that the challenges I faced were much more serious than my imagination. The editors of "Zhiyin" are at least graduated from university, and there are not many graduate students. Whether it is professional knowledge or work experience, I am blank. I used to write, not edit, and no author. Everything must start from scratch. The trial period is only three months, and I must break through myself in these three months.

When I first arrived, the unit did not have a suitable dormitory arrangement for me. So, a "building materials guest house" diagonally opposite the unit became my temporary dormitory. My three meals a day are basically solved at a nearby food stall. The diet in Wuhan is influenced by Hunan and Sichuan, and it is a bit salty and spicy. At first, I didn't get used to it. I have to know that in Shanghai, even pickles should be sugared. But perhaps my nature is a life-saving life. I soon got used to the dry and hard Wuhan famous snack hot dry noodles, 1.2 yuan a bowl, a month, the weight increased significantly. I am scared to eat again every day.

I get up at seven o'clock every morning, wash it, and go downstairs to eat breakfast. Then I walked for two minutes and I went to the Zhiyin Building. The unit stipulates that it will go to work at 8 o'clock, which is subject to the sign-in. Get off work at 11:40, and go to work at 2:30 in the afternoon. Attendance has strict rules and regulations. Therefore, the strict management system of "Zhiyin" magazine is well-known in the journal industry. There are often some brothers who come here to learn.

My desk has been arranged in the large office on the third floor facing the stairs. The location is ideal, opposite the tall sycamore tree. In the next few years, I used the opposite building as the standard to see how much the phoenix tree grows every year. When I first entered the "Friends" to work, from my seat, I can see that the treetops of the phoenix tree are flush with the roof of the opposite guest house. After a year, they exceeded the roof of the guest house. I watched them grow up quickly and delightfully, and they watched me work hard.

At that time, the unit was not equipped with a computer. All the manuscripts must be copied after the revision. If the director has modified it, it must be copied again so that the editor can read it. Some editors can't copy them themselves, so they spend money to ask some college students and retired teachers to copy. Two dollars a thousand words. In those years, the editors of "Zhiyin" did not know how many hard-working students could provide a good opportunity to make money easily.

In the first month, I didn't have a manuscript. The head of the editorial department pointed me out before, and first read the book of the "Friends" in previous years, fully understand the columns, styles, requirements of the "Friends", and understand which manuscripts we have published, so as not to repeat the same manuscript. Low level error.

So, I went to Chen Qing’s poorly borrowed nearly three years of the "Friends" book, a piece of careful reading. In fact, when I was in Shanghai, I basically bought the "Friends" in each issue, and I have read them. But the current reading is not the same as the previous reading. In the past, reading was novel, and now reading is research. Take notes while studying. At the same time, I bought a lot of philosophical works and literary classics to slowly "digest". These will help me to edit the article to have weight and depth.

In the first month, I was basically reading and helping other editors to copy the manuscript. It is a good thing to help others to copy manuscripts, that is, to learn how to modify articles, including introductions, subtitles, and post-production. This is the easiest "stolen teacher".

[No sleep at night. I gritted my teeth and said to myself: You must hold on! You have no retreat! Your own head is only on your own shoulders! In this world, only you can save yourself! 】

Everything is difficult at the beginning, and it is really difficult at the beginning.

In the second month, the director of the editorial department took me out of the way and went to Shanghai and Nanjing, which I am familiar with. Teacher Guan introduced me to many of his authors to know me. I met a lot of people. Everyone humbly called the teacher and talked about the topic. There are also two authors who promised to give me a manuscript. It’s a pity that I still didn’t get a manuscript when I came back. Later, I learned that the authors did not trust the manuscript to be handed over to me as a new editor, fearing that I would ruin and waste their manuscript.

Once, I made a long-distance call to a teacher in Shanghai who had published many articles on "Zhiyin" and submitted a draft to him. A teacher didn't talk about the manuscript first, but asked me eagerly: "Xiao Zhao, I heard that your academic qualifications are not high. Is it not easy to be an editor of "Zhiyin"?" I immediately said modestly: "This is all "Friends" gave me the opportunity." A teacher turned around, "You have never done editing work before, will you edit the manuscript? Will you make a citation? Will you make a subtitle?"

At this time, I still don't feel any unhappiness. Although I don't hear much of this kind of question, there are certainly many people who have such questions. I said, "No one is born with anything. If you are willing to learn, there is nothing you can learn!"

At this time, I obviously heard a chuckle on the phone. The smile is different from the normal laugh. It is a short, "snap" with a nasal sound. It is the kind that people know and disdain. A sly smile. "When the singer goes on like this, can he do it well?" A teacher said this sentence as if he had said it to himself. If it’s true that he talks to himself, it makes me hear it. My face is "brushed" red, and I sighed and said: "A teacher, you are busy, don't bother." I was preparing to put down the phone, and a teacher's words passed over again: "Xiao Zhao, I am with Some of the editors in your area are very familiar. They are entangled in me and want to draft. You, I can't do anything about it..." I said, "Thank you, no," I quickly hang up the phone, I am afraid that I have no tears. Will fall.

No wonder when I first came, Guan said to me: Many people are watching you, you must do it well.

In mid-May, CCTV’s "Half the Sky" program broadcasted a feature film featuring me. For a time, my phone letter kept going. People are very curious, and without exception, I asked how I became a journalist and editor from a working girl who graduated from a reading school to a small school. These letters have further burdened my psychological pressure. Now not only a few people are watching me, but the people in the country are watching me. If I am dismissed by "Friends" because I can't start work in a few months, what is my face? Where is the back road?

No sleep at night. I gritted my teeth and said to myself: You must hold on! You have no retreat! Your own head is only on your own shoulders! In this world, only you can save yourself!

In the third month, I went to Beijing alone on a business trip. This is the first time I went to Beijing in my life. Beijing is too big for a stranger. It feels like an ant. It can only climb and climb in a small corner of Beijing every day. It is hard to do anything.

I am running to the authors of several pen meetings in Beijing and I have participated in Hong Kong and Thailand. We are intimately taking pictures overseas, and we are talking about laughing and laughing. We also agreed that I will have the opportunity to go to Beijing in the future. They asked me to eat or something. However, after I went to Beijing, I made so many calls. Some people didn't say that they were busy, that is, they didn't have a manuscript at hand. I am sorry... Only Yan Xinjiu introduced me to more than a dozen Beijing writers. I still remember that the teacher who can be my mother, on the phone, told me the phone number of the author, the contact address, etc., and personally helped me to call the author first. Although Yan Xinjiu did not write a manuscript for me, her enthusiasm helped me to remember. Some people, although only general, may have you remember for a lifetime. This is the charm of personality!

Because there is no experience, even though I travel frequently, I still have no gains. Sometimes the group returned a bunch of manuscripts, and when they reported the questions, they found that they were all painless. Compared with the subjects of other colleagues, it was just a pile of rubbish. Three months to see, it’s going to pass, I’m so bad!

In the fourth month, I went to Anhui for a business trip. That is my hometown! I hope there will be some gains there. Sure enough, my hometown did not disappoint me. After returning, I found Wang Yongxiang, a teacher of Wuhu City Federation of Literature and Art, and Zhang Guojun, a judge of the Higher People's Court of Anhui Province. They also introduced Wang Changyin, who met Wuhu Political and Legal Committee. Teacher Wang Changyin just wrote a new case, and the subject matter is good. With intuition, I think it is a must. Sure enough, this is the case in my hometown that opened the first shot of my editorial career.

For editors, group drafting is like buying food. After buying it, how to process it into a unique flavor of delicious food is not an easy task. Edit a good article, not only the title should be concise, the quotation should be produced, the post-editing should be profound, and more importantly, how to extract new and noble themes. For me, it takes a lot of effort to learn. Fortunately, the leaders of "Friends" are very dedicated and easygoing. At that time, the head of the editorial department did not take care of me. During the monthly manuscript, he was very patient in teaching me how to change the manuscript, how to make a subtitle, how to write a book, how to make a novel but meticulously written The manuscript is a new idea.

The editor-in-chief of the same rural origin is also very fond of me. When the manuscript arrived at the third trial, he found that a manuscript editor was not in place. He would call the editor into his office in turn, patiently and meticulously explain to the editor where the focus of the manuscript is, and how to refine the theme. On several occasions, when I lost confidence in a manuscript, Ray always encouraged me: "Xiao Zhao, you can not be very easy today. We all believe that you will be a good editor. We discussed whether to hire you. At that time, it is also to look at the kind of hardworking spirit and your ingenuity in you. As long as you can work hard, I believe that you will do better. "The teachings are like the spring breeze, which gave me great Inspiration and confidence.

[I can imagine that under the pressure of our assault boat, under the pressure of deep mud and military vehicles, the young, handsome, and savvy warriors have been sleeping! They can no longer hear the enthusiasm of their comrades, and they can no longer see the tears of their comrades...]

Not long after I went to "Friends", I experienced the most memorable interview in my life. That was the rare flood in the summer of 1998. At that time, I had just arrived at the magazine for more than three months. Just coming back from a business trip to Anhui, if I come back two days later, then it is possible that the water will be blocked in the middle of the road and I will not be able to return to Wuhan. At that time, even the "People's Daily" used the title "Wuhan's head and a cylinder of water" to describe the worries of Wuhan's floods.

At this time, in order to cope with the flood-fighting and disaster relief throughout the country, the magazine decided to print a special anti-flooding journal, and urgently dispatched male editors to fight against the floods. Chen Qing is the first to sign up. I also decided not to miss the opportunity of this interview, rushed to the general office of Lei, and volunteered to ask for a frontline interview. But the general can not agree. He said that for safety, the female editor would not go on. But I am determined to go. In front of Ray, I showed stubbornness that I had never had before. In the end, it was probably impossible for me to get rid of it. After the discussion between Mr. Lei and Hu, they decided to let me join the interview team. The place that sent me to is the Pazhou Bay that has already collapsed.

At that time, I went to Meizhou Bay with the former Hubei Provincial Women's Federation Chairman Jiang Daguo. At the time of August, the outdoor temperature in Wuhan was as high as 40 degrees. I went to Meizhou Bay that night and fell ill. Damn The migraine has been committed again, the headache is splitting, and the throat is festering, and it is impossible to swallow the throat and drink water. I used a mirror to look at my throat and found that the throat was white, I thought it was diphtheria, and I was terrified. The local women’s federation cadres searched for medicine for me, but it did not help. The Women’s Federation cadres worried about my safety and advised me to rest in the guest house or go back to Wuhan to see a doctor. But this is my first interview. How can I be a deserter and return empty-handed! I ate a lot of anti-inflammatory drugs and ran hard everywhere.

At that time, there were several officers and men of a certain pontoon brigade of the People’s Liberation Army. I asked them to bring me into the water and cooperate with my interview. Under my soft rubbing, they agreed.

That is a tragic and savvy scene that I have never forgotten: the assault boat is driving in the flood, I am wearing an orange-colored life jacket, the soldiers are full of solemnity, the muddy and stinking water floating on the bodies of various animals, some animals The intestines have drifted out. From time to time, the waters swept over the tops of the houses. The tall Italian poplars had only one meter high treetops, and several undead chickens squatted on the treetops. I said to the soldiers: "Let's save the chickens." They shook their heads. "No, they are now covered with bacterial viruses. It is a curse to bring them back." I couldn't help but mourn for these poor chickens. Up, in fact, how many chickens are worth sorrowing!

When the assault boat opened to the levee, I heard the soldiers on the assault whispered the name of "Yang Delin" and "Ye Huawen", and the voice was sobbing. I asked them who they were calling. They said, "It is the name of the comrades we sacrificed. I hope they can hear and call, float up, and bring them back..."

My tears couldn't stop falling, it was rolling down. The soldiers also cried when they called the names of their comrades. There are four people on the assault boat, and the tears of four people are rolling in a string. In this world, there may be no more calls for more chilling bones than this, and even more tears! Under the surface of our assault boat, under the pressure of deep sand and military vehicles, the young and handsome, life-threatening warriors have been sleeping! They can no longer hear the enthusiasm of their comrades, and they can no longer see the tears of their comrades...

The more stinging scene is in a salvaged military vehicle. The side-turned military vehicle was filled with sand, and in the cab, an unopened "red gold dragon" cigarette was lying. A staff member of the Zhouqiao Brigade, who was on the scene, introduced me to tears: "This is the day of the August 1st Army Day. When the superior leaders gave condolences to the soldiers, the soldiers did not have to give up, saying that they must successfully complete the flood fighting and rescue. After the task, I took a good time. I didn’t expect that they would never be able to get it..."

For four days, I had a high fever, didn't eat a meal, and relied on drinking water. In the usual, I will definitely stay in bed if I am sick. But in that tragic battle, my illness was too insignificant compared to the officers and men who sacrificed for the flood.

When interviewing Xiao Jiangshan, a 6-year-old girl who survived the tree for more than 8 hours, I once again embarrassed the tenacious vitality of this difficult child. The little girl with a big brain may have been afraid of strangers because she was chased by reporters every day. She stood in front of me with a little naughty and curious. No matter what I asked, she smiled with a smile, no fear or sorrow. Maybe she didn't realize that her mother, grandmother and two sisters went forever in this flood. When I asked her, the last time I saw the impression of my grandmother, the little girl who just smiled suddenly snorted. Then, the tears hung on my cheeks. I regretted asking the problem of stinging the young mind, but in order to Work, I have to worry about "forced question" ah ... Xiao Jiangshan is watching the grandmother washed away by the water, the grandmother originally climbed with her on a tree, but the grandmother is old, after the flooding and soaking in the flood There was no strength. When Jiang Shan called her grandmother to climb a little more, a wave broke her grandmother into the water. In a flash, my dear grandma disappeared...

I can't imagine how this cruel and sad scene will be engraved in the young mind of a 6-year-old girl? The disaster is cruel, and even more cruel is that the disaster leaves us with spiritual sequelae.

I hope that Xiao Jiangshan can forget this nightmare as soon as possible, and hope that her life will be safe and happy!

Five days later, I returned to the unit from Meizhou Bay. When colleagues looked at me, they were surprised to say that I was black and thin. Chen Qing was also back. He went to the most dangerous public security county at that time. He was trapped in the water for 7 hours and almost "glorious". Later, I realized that the unit leader arranged for me to be in Meizhou Bay, which was already broken, but relatively "safe" compared with other flood areas. Several other male editors also went to different flood zones, and compiled a lot of good materials that touched the earth.

Soon, the article "Weizhou Bay, the heroic and tragic Meizhou Bay" was published in the tenth issue of "Friends" in 1998. When I read the paragraph I wrote, I still burst into tears.

At that time, both Chen and Chen were both rated as advanced individuals in the fight against floods by the Wuchang District People's Government.

This special interview experience has become the most memorable one in my journalist and editorial career. It made me understand what is the tension of life, what is the dedication of love, what is the truth of the world!