My "college dream" began in that "unprecedented" era. As the ancients said, life begins with literacy. I remember that my "college dream" began in primary school. Once, my uncle came back to my house as a guest, patted me on the head and said, "You should study hard and go to college in the future." He left me an old book box with his college textbooks in it. In this way, in my young mind, a distant "college dream" was deeply sown. However, this "dream" was quickly shattered by that "unprecedented". At the same time, it also turned my learning style into a "learning trilogy". Looking back on this history, it is difficult for young students to understand now. But this is a true, unforgettable and sad historical fact. 1966, I haven't graduated from primary school, and the "unprecedented" movement is overwhelming. Loudly posting posters and criticizing the parade in series are really "leaving with a mat"! Is the whole social ecology has become almost crazy. Of course, education and schools, the most sensitive parts of society, have also become the "hardest hit areas". Normal culture classes are not allowed. In addition to physical education, teachers can only get "quotations" and "poems" in class. After reading the "quotations" that can be seen; Recite the recited Poems; After "splashing ink and freehand brushwork" and "brushing" enough posters on the wall; Tired of this so-called "campus life", I envy the "pastoral" of the production team. That morning, I went through the formalities of dropping out of school on the grounds of difficult family life and insufficient labor force, and joined the glorious ranks of "we mend red soil with our hands" in the countryside without hesitation. I was thirteen years old. However, such a feat means that my budding "college dream" was ruthlessly killed in the cradle by the "ship of history". Since then, I have completely devoted myself to the vast world of my hometown. It's been three years. I was born and raised in the countryside, and I never stopped working in the fields. But these three years are my first step into society; This is my first real contact with life and experience the coldness of the world. In these 1000 days and nights, I really felt the hardships of survival with my body and the true meaning of truth, goodness and beauty in the world with my heart. 365 days of hard work throughout the year, the slave-like situation day after day, the cold and heat, the frost and the sword, "grasping the revolution and promoting production" after I fought with all the villagers who could fight; After I learned and finished all the farm work, I really "grew up". I have to re-recognize and re-examine the world. I have never stepped into an imaginary countryside. My "resolutely" and "dropping out of school" is tantamount to giving myself a death sentence for my life's study. From the day I began to "recommend workers, peasants and soldiers to go to college", my "college dream" was awakened again. But people say that you don't go to middle school, but you want to go to college, so go to hell. At that time, there was a huge sigh in my heart that "one small step will become eternal hatred"! However, as the old saying goes: God will not close one door, but he will open another. 1968, a middle school in my hometown recruited half a class of students, and the school went to the village to recruit students. So, under the pressure from all sides, I squeezed into the classroom three years later, crossed the threshold of junior high school and drove directly into the harbor of senior high school. However, it is not "pure" students who dream of "pastoral" at this time. At that time, it happened to catch up with the so-called "resurgence" in education. The teacher said that you can go directly to the college entrance examination after graduating from high school, and the students' learning motivation can be imagined. But who knows that "something unexpected happens in the sky", near the graduation season, an "anti-resurgence" knocked us back from the "peak" to the "trough", and my college dream was shattered again! Although my graduation exam results have ranked in the top 2 in the county, I have to leave the campus reluctantly and return to the old road of "repairing the soil". I am seventeen years old. Seventeen! My seventeen! This is the most brilliant last love affair in my life; This is the most precious time to study in life, but I am burdened with a heavy "college dream", plunged into the "vast world" and started a seven-year "dream-seeking" journey. "The road is long, Xiu Yuan, Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down." . In the past seven years, I have built railways, dug rivers, cast stones and later sold vanishing cream, not to mention ploughing in the fields. I used to sweat like rain in the cold river; I once fought shirtless in front of an iron smelting furnace around a 2200-degree ladle ... I reviewed the "hot water" of life with my heart and flesh. In the past seven years, I haven't waited and expected for a day: I am eager for the door of the university to open a crack for me. But what I see is that groups of "others" beat me to it, even if some of them have never even read the third grade of primary school! This made me wake up: at that time, "local emperors" ruled the whole country, and I couldn't go to college, not because I went to high school, but because I didn't have "Zhu Men wine meat" and "money beauty" to pay tribute to them. "College Dream" will always be my "daydream"! To this end, I have been sad from disappointment to despair, from helplessness to anger. But in that ridiculous era, there was no extra time to despair. I have an awesome body, a "developed brain", a youthful companion and a dream! In that historical winter, I "don't believe that the spring breeze can't come back"! Since the almost cruel labor intensity can't crush my backbone, the blank desert cultural life has given me a world of self-study. After drying my sweat every day, I silently opened the old book box left by my uncle in the dim light of the humble room. "My University" starts here! Among those heavy old college textbooks, what I never forget most is college Chinese. I greedily studied Lu Xun, Guo Moruo, Mao Dun, Ai Qing ... I studied medicine, goddess, contract worker, Dayanhe ... In the literary artistic conception created by literary predecessors with thoughts and language, I temporarily lost everything in reality ... in such a long time. I want to arm myself with the culture created by all mankind. I am in my own university. I didn't hesitate again, and I didn't beg the local tyrant to give me hope. From the winter of 1972, I began to sharpen my "clank" dip pen, depicting my inner voice and "cry" on tea wrapping paper, in the blank space of waste newspapers and magazines, and in cigarette cases. 1974, when my essay titled "The Horn of Baoqiuhe" was published in a literary magazine, I felt that my soul finally communicated with the world and my existence was recognized by the society. I have handed over an answer sheet to the motherland and people. The nightmare of "ten years of turmoil" is finally over. 1977 10, the good news of "restoring the college entrance examination system" resounded through China like silent spring thunder. This brief moment in the long river of human history left an eternal glory in the history of China, which changed the fate of a generation in one fell swoop. Together with hundreds of millions of young people, I have ushered in another spring of my dream life. I confidently signed up; I walked into the examination room with dignity, hoping to meet a new round of challenges entrusted to me by fate. On that sunny day, a notice was broadcast on the loudspeaker of the production team, asking me to get the admission notice. When I retrieved the letter and opened the letter of college admission that I prayed for for nearly ten years in front of my relatives, my heart was at a loss, my face was indifferent, only tears flowed silently ... I opened the diary of that day and wrote:
"I suddenly got the admission notice, and I was deeply touched and deeply touched. I finally became a song without a title. I skim the meaning: but spring buds sprout in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I hate the branches.
I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't help laughing in tears.
It's hard to start a business, and my heart will be broken. I look back and cry in my dreams.
Ambition cuts a thousand tears, and laughter is better in this life. This seemingly poetic "poem" is naive, but it truly reflects the mentality at that time. This poem was soon discovered by my uncle who had been transferred back to work in this county. The only reader who has seen this poem criticized me and said, "This poem is wrong. Who do you hate? "Don't ..." Yes, we should indeed adopt the views of Su Shi and Old Master Q: "There should be no hatred. Why should we leave if we want to be round?" Everything in life, everything in life, as Mr. Pushkin concluded: "Everything is instantaneous, and everything will pass.
And what has passed will become a permanent memory. "Should thank life! The depression and pain of my heart tempered my strong will; Hard and almost cruel physical labor has honed my strong body. At this moment, I suddenly have a feeling of "the legendary swordsman": when I have experienced the ups and downs of life, when I have tasted the "hot water" of the world, all the dangers in the future journey will be "once the sea was difficult for water, except Wushan is not a cloud". The ancients said "Heaven rewards diligence". At this moment, which is called "the turning point of the country and the times", the CPC Central Committee has made a wise decision. The brilliant light of "fair competition", "science" and "democracy" has made our generation once again reflect its "life value". Thanks to the providence of fate, I became the best among the 300 college and technical secondary school candidates in the national 1 1.8 million candidates' "grand contest". The door of colleges and universities has finally opened for me. Let me round the "college dream" that I have been looking forward to for ten years! This day will be remembered by me forever. I am twenty-four years old. The flowers are bright and the sun is shining. Sitting in a strange university classroom for the third time, it is inevitable to have another taste. Excitement and excitement exude a sense of urgency and pressure. After ten years of catastrophe, we know that learning opportunities are hard to come by. Time flies, most of us are no longer "teenage boys". The Gang of Four robbed us of the most precious golden years of our lives. At that time, there was a slogan: "Take back the time lost by the Gang of Four! "We brothers and sisters who can be called big boys and girls today have long known the value of time and the importance of knowledge. On that unforgettable day, we met sweet milk like a hungry child, like a dry sponge meeting boundless sea water, almost greedy, desperately sucking and swallowing, and spared no effort. We study day and night and stay up all night. We have no weekends and holidays. Self-study is a kind of rest. We seem to be a group with extraordinary energy. Every time after dinner, in the study room, a pot of water at the table and a steamed bun at the stove accompanied us through sleepless nights. In the study room under the endless light, half a room is filled with brothers and sisters who have been studying by themselves until dawn every day, and then they return to the dormitory to wash their faces and start a new day's course in the light of the morning ... Curiosity and self-motivation summon our sense of responsibility and mission against time, urging us to cast tomorrow's glory with the excellent achievements of various subjects ... My son said in Sichuan: the deceased is like a husband! Thirty years have passed in a flash. Looking back on the spring and autumn of 30 years, our students have already bid farewell to their alma mater and crossed the "year of knowing destiny" in the long river of society and life. Or "early birth" or "all layers of forest are dyed". We realized our wish in those days: we didn't ask for high officials and dignitaries, and we didn't ask for success in official career. We just wanted to idealize those lofty ideals into reality with the spirit of hard study in those days and repay the party, the country, the people and the times doubly; Redouble our hometown and hometown, make contributions in our respective jobs with the knowledge treasure we have gained against time, and strive to fill in the perfect answer sheet facing life and society. I don't want fame, I just want to have no regrets in this life. Work hard and contribute silently. Looking back, we just want to be worthy of the love of the party and the people, the upbringing of our hometown elders, the revolutionary pioneers and future generations, and the history and times that allowed us to grow up. Worthy of our "college dream". Time is like a song, life is like a dream, youth has no regrets, thank life. After 30 years, my "college dream" has now come true: but it is already a sweet memory and gentle review of that happy campus life. ...