Wang Yimei
People who are a little older always like to recall the past: the old people who have not been seen for a long time, the past such as smoke, and the footprints of past growth will always come to mind inadvertently. A few days ago, when I bought a new bookcase and sorted out the collection, a yellowed copy of the "Composition Description Handbook" touched the nostalgic mood and triggered my memories of a reading experience in my youth.
In the early 80s, I was studying in junior high school at Hongxi School, and I was at the same age as I was dreaming beautifully. It was an era of "marching towards science", and the whole country was busy contributing to the "four modernizations". Studying hard and aspiring to become a talent was the only pursuit of young students in that era. Once, in order to improve our writing skills, Mr. Wang, the head teacher, specially recommended a book called "Composition Description Handbook" to us. It is a very simple social science book, 850✘1168mm32 format, 357,000 words, and the price is 1.35 yuan. But it has a lot of origin, it was reviewed by Xu Zhonghua, Xiao Jun inscribed the title of the book, and Ye Junjian and Lu Shuguo wrote inscriptions respectively. The masters were very inspiring, and the students rushed to buy them. I also wanted to buy a copy, and asked my mother for money when I went home on leave, but my mother, who couldn't get three cents a day after working in the production team, refused to give me money. I rushed back to school overnight in a hurry, and I passed by Xujiaao, which has many ghost legends, and I was not afraid at all, it was a place where I was timid and didn't even dare to pass alone in broad daylight.
About a week later, my mother came to see me at the school, and in addition to giving me some of my favorite food, she also gave me a piece of three cents and five cents. I can't wait to buy it from Mr. Wang, the book has already been sold out. In desperation, I had to find someone to borrow it, because I happened to know the truth that "books can't be read unless they are borrowed". My best friend Liu reluctantly lent me the book, limited to one week, and was not allowed to roll the corners. I was ecstatic, and vowed to copy it word for word, and memorize it to the fullest. One night, on the weekend, I was reading at home with a candle at night, and in the dead of night, in a trance, the candle poured down and burst into tears, and accidentally lit the book. The book burned a big hole, this is someone's baby, what to do?
I stayed up all night until dawn, and I decided to go to Lianyuan to buy new books. Being dishonest and trustworthy is not my style. With the hard-won piece of "huge money", I went to Lianyuan for 80 miles back and forth, and I measured it step by step with my footboard. When I bought the books back, I copied the burned words word by word, and sorted out the pages. According to the appointed time, I returned my classmates' books and also had my own "book". Although it was incomplete, it became my treasure ever since. For quite some time, it lay quietly under my pillow, and the faint smell of books accompanied me to sleep again and again.
More than thirty years in the blink of an eye. During this period, I subscribed to countless newspapers and magazines, and bought many books, most of which I glanced at and put on the shelf. Only this humble "Composition Description Handbook" has become the love of my life. It was hard-won, and it has been with me for so many years; It really improved my writing and left me with such good memories. I couldn't help but flip through it again, and a line of small characters on the title page caught my eye: "Read, good reading can cure foolishness; Seek knowledge, knowledge can change fate" is my handwriting when I was a teenager. At the same time, I was also surprised to find that the little girl Jingjing had also inscribed on the side, "Dad, this book is also my baby...... Passing on the torch from generation to generation, the story of reading is continuing, and I am full of emotion and gratification.