My friend is a lighting designer, an amateur painter and painter, and especially likes mountains and rivers. The car passed by Changqing Reservoir, and his face lit up. He slowly parked his car in the open space on the side of the road and told me to get off, saying that he wanted to see the scenery of the reservoir first.
When I saw the green mountains and green waters, my heart lit up, and I suddenly remembered that Finch had said that her surname was Zhong, and she was a fellow villager with me, and her home was near Changqing Reservoir.
Finch, a girl, was my pen pal many years ago, when she worked in a strap factory in Shenzhen. Red geese pass books, swallows hold books, and we have been writing for a year.
Later, I didn't know what she was stimulated by in her work career, and suddenly announced that she didn't want to write to me again. This ended a frank friendship between pen pals.
Although we have never met, we can't understand each other, and we can talk very well. It is a pity to break off diplomatic relations from now on.
At that time, there were no smart phones, and many young men and women who worked outside the home liked to advertise in literary magazines and find pen pals.
It was in Zhanjiang literature at that time that I saw Finch's advertisement for friends and got in touch with her.
At that time, it was 1999, and our unit was in a state of almost stopping production. More than 90 managers with the status of national cadres only get half the salary, and sometimes they don't even get it.
"Ants have to eat," and colleagues with their own specialties will go their separate ways and put money in their pockets. Just like a tree falling apart, from now on, all talents will return to foreign units around the country, and this unit will be greatly weakened and will never turn over again.
Because I am an "official" who can stretch and shrink in the unit, but can reflect the situation to the masses, I have nothing to do except write some official documents, get official seals, manage enterprise qualification certificates and business licenses, or pretend to represent major leaders in various meetings held by government departments, issue certificates to the masses, apply for grass, and fill out forms.
If there is a bigger office building, besides the boss's office, personnel department and conference room, my office has more than 60 square meters. There were several assistants sitting in the outer room before, and I was alone in the inner room. Now that there is no figure, I am like an ancient concubine queen who was banished to the cold palace to live alone.
A person takes the stairs every day, once he goes up and down to the eighth floor, he stays for half a day. Then go home for dinner and stay for half a day. Every day, even Sunday is no exception. A unit as big as that is always looked for from time to time.
Fortunately, even my youngest daughter has graduated from college and become a middle school teacher. Although I don't have a table full of snacks at home, my life is still guaranteed.
Day after day, I manage some trivial things, and I have to go to work as usual without pay. When I was helpless, I suddenly discovered a new continent, and my spirit was entrusted and my soul returned.
Because every year 1 1 to 65438+early February, all newspapers and magazines are subscribed. At the end of 1998, the unit benefit was good. According to the above requirements, I made a plan according to the specific situation of each department, which needs to pay more than 6 thousand. After listening to my three or five sentences, the boss took the proposal, and with a stroke of his pen, he agreed, and his signature fell on the paper. I asked my assistant Allen to do it, which is logical.
Unexpectedly, the New Year's newspaper arrived and was empty.
Every day, I face a big stack of original 100 new newspapers and periodicals shared by everyone. I don't want to tell the reporter clearly, but I cry when I read it. Naturally, I feel uncomfortable.
No matter how sad you are, you'd better read the newspaper first. After browsing a page, I read the supplement. After reading it, throw it away, write it yourself and contribute to the newspaper. I was rewarded one after another, with a manuscript fee of 35 yuan, 10 to 20 yuan, which others looked down upon, but it was a big supplement to me. Once I collected 80 yuan, a provincial magazine, and put it in the drawer. That evening, one of my daughter's classmates borrowed it to pay for working in Shenzhen.
I am very happy to help a young man get out of a mountainous area with abundant vegetation and few human feelings, and go to a special economic zone to seek his dream of development.
I have also done a good thing in my life that is beneficial to others. As usual, I have done a good job, rest assured, relaxed, happy, and no longer take it to heart. Never asked my daughter and classmates to pay back the money? Her personality is similar to mine, and she never mentioned it.
I still read silently, browse newspapers and periodicals, climb the grid silently, and write letters to more than 0/00 pen pals all over the world.
Mr. Yu Dafu's "breaking the customs" is because of greed and laziness; Selling articles is buying books. " I sold my article to buy stamps. Every time I receive a notice of payment, I immediately go to the post office to change stamps.
1999 was not only a year when I was in a difficult situation and depressed, but also a year when I climbed the grid the most, scattered articles in newspapers and magazines and corresponded with my pen pals the most.
I don't have any special skills, but I cherish word paper. I write to my pen pal, and many of them keep my papers on carbon paper. After reading the letters from pen pals, fold them in the folder according to the order of the letters. When it is as thick as a magazine, it will be bound into a book and stored in a file box like a thread-bound book. Envelopes are packed in cartons, placed on bookcases and marked with words for easy inspection.
I don't know how my pen pals will feel if they know that I still keep their letters intact after nearly 20 years.
Every letter I write to them is no less than five pages, at least three times more than the letters they write to me. I wonder if any of them cherish the friendship of pen pals as much as I do, and still keep my letters?
Most of these pen pals work in the Pearl River Delta and some in Ningbo. They are generally not well educated, and it is ok to write letters. Some of them have received higher education. For example, a girl who signed Xiaofeng works in Guangzhou. Not only the content of the letter is good, but also her beautiful calligraphy makes me admire.
As the saying goes, there are tigers in the mountains and dragons in the ground. Even Pan's male pen pal, who works as a cleaner in Xiaolan, is concise and vivid. Therefore, we must never underestimate those working people. You should always treat them equally.
What pen pals tell in their letters are generally the environment in their hometown, living conditions, hardships in work, loneliness in their leisure time, helplessness in drifting away from their relatives and the desire to communicate with others.
I encourage them with my own life experience, life experience and reading income. I hope they will face life with a smile, inspire their courage, and expect them to work hard, learn a skill and create their own beautiful life with their own wisdom and hands.
After many years, their lives, their lives, must have changed a lot. They may have gone back to their hometown to develop. They have gone, but now these boys and girls are in a row. The vastness of the South China Sea and the North Sea makes it impossible for people to inquire about it, but this is the only name:
My former pen pal, are you okay?