Once I heard that I would leave school from now on, and I immediately felt a kind of sadness spread all over my body. I don't know how to let my father know my mood at that moment. "That's it, 9 bars!" Father seemed to know what I was going to say, stressed it again and went out.
I can only obey.
I joined the township construction team. Life is heavy and tired. At that time, I was quite tall, but I was very thin. Moving stones, bricks and carts has become a very painful thing for me. Just as the construction team also set a slogan, it is called: 5: 30 in the morning, invisible at night. This is worse for me. I often stagger on the construction site because of extreme fatigue and drowsiness, and almost had an accident several times.
One day, the captain said to me, "Son, you'd better go home!" " If something really happens, we can't explain it to your parents. "I went back. My father scolded me as soon as he saw me: "worthless thing." I looked down and was speechless. Seriously, I'm really ashamed.
Just staying at home, but always doing nothing, the in the mind also pretty bad. Just look for the original textbook. After reading it, I felt dissatisfied and went out to find all kinds of books and periodicals. Gradually, even I feel that the "grade" is high, because I don't read any books except masterpieces.
Once, I happened to see an essay in a song magazine, so I scribbled a lyric and sent it out. Who knows this has become a major event that determines the fate of my life. That song seems to express the beautiful lyrics of youth, which was not adopted by the magazine, but was transferred to Wu Dawei, a famous political teacher in ci writers and shenyang military area command. Teacher David wrote me a letter, which said that I was passionate and talented, and at present, our country urgently needs a large number of new people to write lyrics, so let me stick to it. I was very excited when I received this letter. That is, from that day on, I had a strong desire to become a noun. I study hard and constantly turn my thoughts and feelings into lyrics. As soon as I finished writing the manuscript paper, I rode a rattling bicycle and trudged more than 70 kilometers to Shenyang to present the manuscript to Mr. Wu Dawei for review ... Slowly, the villagers looked at me strangely: the big guy didn't make money, but he was full all day. Father is also furious: "just write these useless things!" " I'll see what you can write in the end. "
On 1984, a lyric I wrote was set by the famous composer Sheng Mao and published in Tianjin Song. In the next few years, my name began to appear frequently in various newspapers and periodicals. Life opened her bright smile to a rural youth who didn't graduate from junior high school.
199 1 On the eve of "August 1st", a comrade of shenyang military area command Warrior Art Troupe invited me to write a lyric about the theme of "Guan Dong Qing" for the upcoming "August 1st" large-scale party. As the finale of the party, this song undoubtedly pushed the party to a climax. At that time, the applause of the whole venue was thunderous and the atmosphere was extremely hot. I know that the success of the song is not my own, but I really put a lot of effort into that lyric, and I am quite complacent after writing it. In the same year, I took this song "Guan Dong Qing" and another lyric to participate in the first national workers' song contest. I didn't expect that I won the gold medal twice. 1992, the second national workers' song contest was held in Nanjing. In order to participate in this competition, I went deep into the mining enterprises in Qinghe District of Tieling, visited many workers and technicians in the production line, consulted a lot of historical materials about Qinghe, and wrote four lyrics: Soul of Qinghe, Night of Qinghe, Legend of Qinghe and Please Come to Qinghe in Northern Liaoning, and sent them to the organizing committee of the competition. Finally, I won a first prize and three third prizes among tens of thousands of applications. These lyrics were written by famous composers Long Fei, Tao Siyao and Zhu Nanxi, spread all over Stone Town, and made into tapes by Jiangsu Audio-visual Publishing House for public distribution. ...
At the end of 1993, I accidentally received a letter from a girl in a county in Shandong province, which wrote: "I failed in the college entrance examination this year, and my parents, relatives and friends looked at me coldly. I felt depressed and tried to commit suicide several times to avoid being looked down upon. " A few days ago, I came across two lyrics "Yellow Land, Black Land" and "Capital" published by you in the seventh issue of Rural Youth. I was so touched that I immediately gave up the idea of suicide. You're right: life will eventually reveal colorful sunshine/after all, days are full of pigeon expectations/an old dream of hope/finally condensed in your fragrance ... I will continue to strive to pursue my own dreams. "
After reading this letter, I suddenly have a brand-new understanding of my creation. I will cherish this pen in my hand, write more and better songs and live up to those who have helped me and need my help.
Liu Jinwei was born in 1969. Deputy Manager, Development Department, Guangdong Jianlibao Group. He said people often feel guilty.
199 1 I was miserable on the eve of graduation. I almost ran all over the talent market in Beijing and was politely sent away. I went to various departments to ask my grandpa to tell my grandma and sell myself, but the HR director didn't lift his eyes several times. After running around in the hot sun for two months, I didn't even have the money to take the bus or buy popsicles. I was really desperate. In desperation, I wrote a cover letter to the general manager of Guangdong Jianlibao Company and took my chances. I didn't expect the personnel department of the company to reply soon. There are only two words in the letter: agree. You can imagine how I felt at that time.
A few days ago, a good friend asked me, "If a company hired you with a higher salary, would you resign?" I said I was absolutely not tempted. When I was desperate, Jianlibao took me in, and the grace of dripping water was rewarded by the spring water. My friend was surprised to say that I didn't expect the concept of Peking University students to be so trite. I said, China needs this "stale idea". To be a man, we should be loyal and filial. The company spared no expense to train you. Once the wings are full, it is immoral to use your own technology and customers to set up another mountain or find another job. Doing so will only lead the company to be afraid to train you, be wary of you everywhere, and you don't trust the company. In the atmosphere of worrying about yourself, what else can we talk about the development and growth of enterprises?
People who know me well say that Liu Jinwei has changed. Yes, I am a radical modernist on the campus of Peking University. At that time, some celebrities held various lectures, attacking China's traditional culture and calling for private ownership. I am one of the enthusiastic listeners. I don't quite agree with total westernization, but I think it is the traditional culture of China that stifles the development of China. If China wants to modernize, it must clean up these old things. I bought a lot of Confucian books, and I plan to study and criticize them. Later, I really didn't have time to watch it, so I threw it aside.
After entering the society, I have seen more people and things, and my mind is much more complicated. Once the company sent me on a business trip abroad, I saw an old man begging for food for his grandson at the railway station. The passengers' food bags are bulging, and it is enough for each person to give a biscuit, but no one wants to take out a biscuit. I couldn't stand it, so I gave the bread to the old man. A passenger told me that it was not that we didn't want to give it, but that we were cheated. I'm very excited about this. Due to the lack of trust between people, there is no sympathy at all! Over the years, I don't know how many such chilling events I have heard and witnessed: brothers and good friends turned against each other for money; For money, some people do not hesitate to try the law; For money, my own son dared to operate on his mother ... In this materialistic situation, I found myself vulgar, and I was like a donkey struggling for a few carrots.
In the face of a chaotic world, how can we be worthy of others and ourselves? After a day's work, I lay in the dormitory thinking hard. My head is always empty. I randomly took out the "Four Books" and "Five Classics" from under the bed, trying to dispel loneliness, but the more I read it, the more fascinated I became. What the sages said more than two thousand years ago was really incisive, as if it were aimed at us modern people. Confucius said, "People who are rich and expensive want what they want. If you don't follow its path, you will have nowhere to get it. " He added, "Ill-gotten wealth is as expensive as floating clouds to me." How well you listen, shining like gold. We used to think that Confucianism suppressed people, but it was not. Confucius advocated making progress in the world. He never objected to his disciples' pursuit of nobility, but only emphasized that he could not do anything against his conscience.
Studying the "Four Books" and "Five Classics" every day, I feel that I live a full life and have a backbone in my words and deeds. I began to re-examine the people and things I experienced. Like reevaluating my father. My father is a shoemaker. During War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's time, he made a living in Chongqing, just in time for Japanese plane bombing. The bomb shelter collapsed and many people died. My father risked his life to save more than 70 people from the bomb shelter. He lined up more than 70 dying people, cooked a little rice left at home into rice soup and fed it to the wounded one by one. No one ordered him to do so. After liberation, many of my father's apprentices became officials. Although my family is poor, he never goes through the back door. In his 70 s, he is still wandering around with a shoe box on his back. I used to respect my father, but I thought his life was humble and worthless. Now I don't see it that way. Father doesn't know a few words, but he knows how to put himself in the other's shoes and do things with benevolence and righteousness. He has a great personality.
He was buried in Wuhan. Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, I fly back to visit his grave. I think this is very important to me.