2015.5.18）

Xiang Jun, whose name is Qiqi, has a pen name.

Xiang Jun and I are both junior high school graduates of Guzhen No. 1 Middle School in our hometown, and he is one year higher than me.

When I was in school, I knew that Xiang Jun also knew him. The reason for knowing him is that he has acted in skits, which is similar to the current sketches, and my first impression is that he is relatively tall and wears a pair of glasses, but I am not deeply impressed by how he performed in that play. But Xiang Jun didn't know me at that time, and I was just a small person with no outstanding name at that time. I just looked at Xiang Jun on the stage, but I never had close contact with him, let alone talk about verbal communication and daily interactions, I just knew that there was such a person and his name.

In that special period, Xiang Jun was in his prime, and he and a few classmates and friends also organized a literary group, mainly to write poetry, probably to guide the country and promote words.

His family is from an agricultural society, and I don't know the details of his family background. He didn't go to college, and he forgot what month and year he came to our school as a substitute teacher.

In addition to being in a teaching and research group, Xiang Jun and I are also college correspondence classmates, and we are both studying at the Hei Provincial Correspondence Broadcasting College. I remember one time, a few correspondence students went to the county training school to study, and in their spare time evenings they went to watch the Pakistani movie "Eternal Love". I don't know where Xiang Jun drank too much, and kept talking, and it happened that my seat was next to him. The heroes and heroines of the movie, Hamed and Rossi, they love very sincerely, in the end, they all died, their souls ascended to heaven together, love was eternal, this scene of the ultimate tragedy of love is still very touching, which is what I desire and envy, so, I am very devoted, but let Xiang Jun make a mess alive, after watching the movie, I even left the cushion in the movie theater.

On the way, a few of us discussed the movie, and Che An said: "Love is supreme." After Xiang Jun heard this, he said: "What kind of love is supreme, and there are fewer than a thousand cups of wine for a confidant." Sun Xiuying said: "You see, this great ambition is strange, but I am fascinated." Xiang Zhiqi, who did you drink with? Xiang Jun said: "Oh, iron buddy, there are more." Then, Xiang Jun kept talking, all of which were half-drunk and not drunk, and along the way, there was Xiang Jun, a big living treasure, and everyone was very happy.

Another time, when we came back from correspondence studies and got off the train, other female companions had husbands to pick them up, but I didn't, and I don't know why, of course I felt a little lost. Xiang Jun walked with me, and his appearance was very solemn: "You, give him home?" If I don't go back, I'll sit on the ground and cry. "I understood that he was reassuring me not to be upset. Of course I understand and comprehend his intentions, Xiang Jun's heart is still so delicate, he pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, and loves women.

During Xiang Jun's years in school, we were all in the prime of life. There were about a dozen people, and it was fun to talk and laugh together. I was silent and sentimental at that time, but I also liked to be lively and happy, and I really lacked happiness, and I was happy with everyone, and naturally I was very happy, and I naturally cherished this kind of happy time flying from the sky.

Later, these dozen young people Xiang Zhiqi, me, Chai Hua, Yang Shunji, Zhang Baolin, Jin Ziting, Guo Shiye, Wang Honglu, Zhao Chenglin, He Jianguo, Li Guiqin, Liang Xiuyuan, Fu Qun, Zhang Jufa, Sun Xiuying, Li Chunyan, walked and rose, there were not a few, and I couldn't laugh, that is, there was no one who could talk and laugh with me, I was very lonely and lonely. What's more, after a special baptism, people's primitive character has undergone earth-shaking changes, but I stayed where I was, and I felt even more lonely and lonely when I was not in harmony. In this way, I often recall the past scenes, and I naturally think of Xiang Junlai, who has a primitive character.

Xiang Jun, he is seven or eight meters tall, with a big back comb, his eyebrows are very dark, his eyes are not big or small, double eyelids, his nose is a little tall, there is a pair of big glasses on the bridge of his nose, the frame is black, the lenses are round, the size of the mouth and eyes and nose is very harmonious, under the nose, there are two small black beards, his face is pale yellow texture, the cheeks of the face have a faint crimson, his appearance is still very delicate, but not masculine.

He was dressed very plainly, similar to that of a peasant, and in winter, the padded jacket was placket with hand-sewn pimple buttons, and there was no coat on the outside of the padded jacket, and he wore a dogskin hat, but it was often tucked under the armpit, and he did not pay attention to trimming, and it may be because the conditions in his home were not very good, but it seemed to me that he was still an informal person.

Xiang Jun often has a black pipe in his mouth, and when he smokes, he chokes people and coughs, and he is still smoking, as if he is choking people on purpose. Everyone coughed more than once, especially me, the cough was even worse, because, when I was seventeen or eighteen years old, my father was old, and my younger brother and sister were young, so I took on the obligation to carry water, and I picked five picks in a row, a big stupid well, and the distance from home was 300 meters. At that time, as soon as he encountered the smell of smoke, he naturally couldn't stand it, but Xiang Jun didn't know it, he smoked harder, and his mouth opened and closed rapidly, and everyone coughed even more, but he was laughing. It seems to be Chai Hua, and he said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Hey, my mother, I said Xiang Zhiqi, Brother Xiang, your old man is okay, okay, spare a few of us, okay?" Xiang Jun heard this, laughed, he stood up suddenly, as if gloating and said: "Yes, yes, let you all bully me, this time, I will also retaliate against a few of your female colleagues who are ducks, hahaha......" I still coughed, and, as if I couldn't catch my breath, Xiang Jun felt the seriousness of the problem, he stopped smoking, quickly turned off the cigarette pouch, raised his foot, knocked out the fireworks on his shoes, and then, walked up to me, and asked: "Master Yin (at that time, he called me that), Why do you cough worse than anyone else, and you are still wheezing, are you sick? His tone was very gentle, full of concern, and also contained a hint of apology, and I explained, and he immediately put his hands together, bowed deeply to me, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know, hey, hey, why am I so lacking in fire (lack of virtue)." I was still gasping for breath, but I smiled and said, "It's nothing, you don't have to." ”

He had a lot of books at that time, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign. I didn't, my family's life has always been poor, so I don't have any spare money to buy books. Sometimes, I copied books by hand, and copied several books. Later, I learned that Xiang Jun had a book. Once, I borrowed him two books "Ancient Chinese Literature". Later, I stopped giving it to him, but said to him, "I won't give it to you, keep it as a memento." His eyes widened: "Don't give it, keep it as a souvenir?" Alas, what a rei. He was not angry: "Alas, many of my books are like this. ”

borrowed Xiang Jun's "Qiu Jin Anthology", and I copied it. When I copied to the last page, I found that there were two poems by Liu Yazi at the back of the book, which were written by Qiu Jin, and behind Liu Shi, there were two poems, which were also written by Qiu Jin, but there was no signed author. Overkill is a rebellion, and Kuang Ji is in danger. "Mo Dao Zhou Yan June frost, moth eyebrows are short-lived and do not need to be injured. In the ancestral temple to drive the road, the girl is chivalrous and heroic. ”

More than 30 years later, in early 2015, I sent these two poems of Xiang Jun to Xiao Shishu, the editor-in-chief of Nehe Poems, and asked him to include Xiang Jun's posthumous works in the book for publication.

Xiang Jun is a lively character, he is very easy-going, loves to talk and laugh, and is also a funny person, his wife's name is Li Guiqin, she is a housewife, they have two children, a boy and a girl. It just so happened that the teacher in our math group had a teacher named Li Guiqin, who had the same name as Xiang Jun's wife, and Xiang Jun made a joke about it. One year, we seemed to go to the wild together, Xiang Jun and Li Guiqin took a photo, black and white four inches, as soon as the photo came out, he showed it to everyone, he was still holding a wooden bucket Ke, talking and laughing. I also saw the photo, the background is a small road, there are trees and grass on it, Xiang Jun is holding a wooden bucket Ke in his hand, full of smiles, and two meters away from him, the math teacher Li Guiqin is also full of smiles, these two people are face to face, I don't know it, that is a harmonious and happy couple, no need to ask, this is which gay man Xiang Jun colluded to take a photo.

Xiang Jun is familiar with music, he can read music, and can also write songs, he once composed a children's song "Riding a Little Wooden Horse", which has been broadcast many times on the children's channel of China Central Radio, and sung in the north and south of the river. Dake's name, in the hearts of children, happy voyage...... For this reason, he also reveled for a long time...... He can also play musical instruments, but I don't know what instruments he knows, I only see him playing the accordion and playing the organ, he teaches music lessons, and if there are any literary and artistic activities in school, he leads the rehearsals, and he is very serious, tireless, and his grades are also outstanding.

Director He of the school's teaching office and the teaching and research staff of the higher department wanted to help Xiang Jun become a regular and arrange a class, but they were all directed and asked him to be a puppet to come to the observation class, and the leaders and teachers of the whole school went to listen to his class. I sat at the back of the classroom, watching Xiang Jun lecture intently, secretly praying in my heart that he would succeed, which had a lot to do with his regularization. However, I see that Xiang Jun is very nervous, it is a lesson of ancient literature, and Xiang Jun actually gives the scores of the students who ask the question and answer questions, which is inconsistent. But his lectures were too arbitrary, and his classroom teaching experience was insufficient, and he failed, which had a great impact on him, and he was also very angry. He asked me privately, "Hey, Master Yin, I didn't speak very well and failed, right?" He didn't ask other colleagues, just asked me, I understand, he still believes in me, he and I are closer than others, I am afraid that he will be too sad, and seeing his sad and tangled look, my boss can't bear it, and said softly: "No, it's not as bad as you think, you don't care." Director He was very disappointed and angry, and there was still a minute to go, and he played the flute early to get out of class. Director He also said: "Really, let him be a puppet, he can't do it well, this Zhiqi, what a can't help Adou Wow, alas." Since then, no one has mentioned the matter of turning Xiang Jun right.

Actually, I have an opinion on this, of course, Director He's starting point is good, but, as far as his words are concerned, the content of a lesson designed by them and the associated teaching methods, etc., after all, it is theirs and not Xiang Jun's own design, Xiang Jun uses it, how can he be handy and not lame, they should guide Xiang Jun to design a lesson by himself, and the product he designed by himself is his own product, so it will not be strange and awkward, so I think that Xiang Jun is responsible for the failure of this class.

Later, the school transferred him and several teachers Sun Dekui, Zhou Shuqin, and Bi Yufang to other schools. After getting the notice, Xiang Jun packed up his things, and he said with a smile: "Didn't Li Chunji say it, Laha No. 1 Middle School will not fall, Xiang Zhiqi will not leave, this time, I will be transferred out, Laha No. 1 Middle School has not fallen." "Li Chunji, who was the number one in the Education Bureau at that time, we have all heard this. Xiang Jun was reluctant to leave our school, and so were several other colleagues who were transferred, our school, after all, was a high school, and the other two middle schools were both junior high schools, but the principal of the Zhao family at that time transferred them all to the second middle school. I am very disappointed about Xiang Jun's departure, and I feel empty and sad in my heart. But there is nothing we can do. Later, I can't remember if Xiang Jun came back or not, as if he was transferred back.

Xiang Jun is self-taught, knows medicine, can see a doctor, no matter who it is, as long as he asks him to see a doctor, he will not shirk, raise his legs to see it, do not take a penny, and is very serious and responsible.

My mother, with tracheitis, the main symptom is cough, gradually developed to the level of emphysema, before and after, probably for decades, her disease, the Northeast is common, but not unusual, the key is that since this disease, she has not been seriously treated. In those years, the living conditions at home were not good, and my mother was reluctant to spend money on her own treatment.

My brother and I finally persuaded my mother to go to the hospital to see her, and the day after the treatment, on September 15, 1976, Xiang Jun came to my house to give my mother an injection. Mother has not had an injection in the past few decades, so this time Xiang Jun gave her an injection, which is very effective, Xiang Jun comes every day, does not fall down once, and is very careful, and talks with his mother warmly, to comfort the old and sick mother, I can see from my mother's expression and words that my mother is very happy, and I also like Xiang Jun very much. After a few days, my mother felt much more comfortable and seemed to be much more relaxed, her throat and eyes were not so tight, her cough was greatly reduced, her internal organs felt much more comfortable, and her face became better and better.

Xiang Jun, who has been teaching for several years, has not been regularized, so he moved his family to Jiusan Farm. I heard that he wrote a history of the farm, and I also heard that soon he was transferred to the radio station as a director, even if he was prosperous, life was better, but what he did there, I don't know very well, all in all, it was much better than in our hometown. He came back, I went to see him, and the grade of his clothes has also reached a new level, no longer a poor look, wearing clothes and pants with a really good texture, that image is much more handsome than in the past.

It wasn't long after that, a year or two later, he died, and I heard that he had a sudden illness, and I can't figure out what the sudden illness was, and when he died. It was not until the afternoon of May 17, 2015 that I learned from the phone call of Xiang Jun's friend and colleague Jin Ziting: Xiang Jun went to Nenjiang Farm, taught in a middle school, and later became a deputy minister of the Propaganda Department. He died of esophageal cancer in September 1996. Jin Ziting's words are reliable, because they have never broken contact.

When I heard about it, I felt very sad, and my grief and regret could not be calmed down for a long time. I think his death is a pity, after all, he is talented, his character is not bad, he is not speculative, he is not flattering, he is not a bad person, he is kind, sincere, enthusiastic, and helpful. At work, I am still down-to-earth and willing to work. In terms of personality, it is informal, chic and dignified, and even a little cynical.

By August 5, 2005, it was already after I retired, and when I recalled the past, I naturally remembered Xiang Jun again. How many years ago, Xiang Jun took out his collection of "Qiaolian Divine Numbers", which is said to be a work of divination-telling methods written by Zhuge Liang. I wrote a poem "Huaiyuan" and ordered it, and the preface is written like this: In the past, a certain person who was good at his own Xiang clan with his colleagues looked at the hexagram of Zhuge Wuhou. A certain asked Xiang to be his own divination. Xiang ordered a certain book with three words, remember the things that were divined, and do not say it. A certain wrote "youth is far away", and it matches things. Xiang Buzhi said: "The pearl in the palm of the hand is buried in dung." "Words, Xiang Shizhi. He has a pipe in his mouth, his hair on his back, and his smiling appearance is vivid, and his person has been sick for many years. The vicissitudes of a certain calendar for 30 years, especially the number of lifetimes, are quite confirmed, and the sighs are especially great, and I can't help but be absolutely amazed.

What impressed me the most was that I, bowing my head and pondering, after a few minutes, only to hear Xiang Jun say again: "Shameful life, since ancient times, there have been too much, alas. I looked up and saw Xiang Jun looking at me intently, I was a little surprised: his expression was a little complicated, and I clearly read what was not something that could be concealed in a word. I kept my eyes on his face, and when he saw this, he turned his face away and smoked hard......

On February 4, 2014, I wrote another poem for Xiang Jun: "Remembering Xiang Jun Zhiqi":

Preface: On the fourth day of the first lunar month, I met by chance, Ni Lao Xiaochun, QQ space, Huaixiang a poem, amazed. Xiang Junzhiqi, my colleague, thinks back to the past, and gets along quite well. Pity his talents, cherish his people, regret his misencounter, and sigh his early death. The heart is quite pounding, and he is ashamed of himself in order to be ashamed of himself with Ni Lao. To pay tribute to Xiang Jun, may he have knowledge, forgive me feelings, and not be in vain.

Mourning the death of the monarch is thrown away, and the past is like a smoke ode to "Lisao".

Two black mustaches with a nose upturned, and a pipe with a mouth up.

The poetry is written and the song is long, and he can speak and dance well and hold a medical knife.

Fame and fortune have no flattering bones, and Geng Jiezhong is upright and disciplined.

It is not a matter of harming others and benefiting oneself, and it is not a pleasure to help others.

The heavens reward the souls, and the Yama Palace is also free.

Xiang Jun has been dead for many years, but he is the only lingering male colleague in my life.