It was 1990, and there was still a lot of fanaticism about poetry and fiction, and there were still many young people who were keen to do this kind of business, and there was still a bit of pride and vanity in saying it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is not like now, there are more people who write than there are more stinky tofu sellers on the street. What's more, the people who write now are a bit stupid, what years have they been, and they still do this kind of business! What kind of beautiful writers and body writers are they, and they have made the entire literary world a miasma. So, if you dare to call me a literary young man at such a time, or call me a writer, will I be ashamed and angry, and punch you all over the ground to find your teeth?

I remember that at that time, I first wrote a lot of poems, almost one a day, sometimes several a day, day and night, and then threw around, what "People's Literature", "Youth Literature", "Poetry Magazine", "Stars", "College Students", "Guangxi Literature", and finally only two poems, "The Smoking Mother" of "Star" and "The Image of the Night" of "Guangxi Literature", it was so difficult to publish works at that time! Writing poetry was so hard to write that I switched to prose and fiction. The first essay, "Refuse the Weekend", was submitted to both "Golden Years" and "Golden Age", and two months later, both of them came to the notice of submission at the same time, and I weighed it and felt that "Golden Age" was more famous than "Golden Years", so I personally went to "Golden Years" magazine to ask for a retraction - I still smacked hard when I think about this scene, why was I so stupid at that time? You don't want any money! After the article was published, the editor Wu Chunming asked me to write a manuscript, and later published several articles in her journal one after another, and I also had a two-year friendship with her, which I will not mention here.

The first novel was written when I was in high school, called "Mr. Bookkeeper", due to study tension, I never finished it, and the last draft was in the Spring Festival of 1991, when my girlfriend, which is now Mrs. Zhu Zhi's place of work, after her room in a mining bureau was renovated. More than 30,000 words, copied I don't know how many times, at least 5 publications, no news, and finally at the end of August 1991, I received a notice from "Guangxi Literature", saying that the work has been published in the ninth issue of 1991, and on the tenth day after receiving the notice, I saw the sample book, which was the first novella I published. Even now, it is unlikely that I could write such witty, humorous language. I was greatly encouraged by the publication of the novel, and I wrote several novels, essays, and even essays and poems, most of which were published. One of the novellas, "The Side of the Wall", was written after I went to my brother to experience life for a period of time after graduating from the Laogai Police Academy in 1991 and being assigned to a labor camp. From 1991 to August 1992, when I graduated, I published two novellas, five short stories, three poems, six essays, two essays, and several newsletters in official journals. Liang Xianhua, the editor of Guangxi Literature at the time, said that I should have been one of the college students who published the most works in China in those years. Because most of my works involve campus and love, Chen Ning, a fellow villager of Guangxi Radio, and Su Haifan of "Golden Years" gave me a nickname after drinking, called Guangxi Famous Salty and Wet Novelist, what ******a bastard!

In order to escape the loneliness and fight against the lonely weekend, I plunged headlong into literary creation, and I was very happy to have gained a false name and made money. What's even happier is that while I am cultivating, I have gradually become an expert in the class, and in the future, if they have any life problems or love problems, they will consult Mr. Zhu Zhi. In order to guide many brothers and sisters who hate the weekend, I also wrote a special article "Pointing out two or three places to go for your weekend", which was published in the third issue of "Golden Age" in 1992, and interested friends can find it to take a look, even today, I think it still has a strong guiding significance. The people in the dormitory were also happy, and Mr. Zhu invited them to drink and smoke when they received the manuscript fee! At that time, only 30 yuan a month for living expenses (my family only gave me 30 yuan a month, and my brother also had 30 yuan), sometimes, a manuscript fee was really a huge amount of money, I remember, the manuscript fee for "Mr. Accounts" was 351 yuan, after the treat, I bought a suit, 95 yuan, this suit was worn for four years.

It was a very special day, people who went to college at that time, do you now think back to your college studies, are you also like Mr. Zhu Zhi, full of helplessness and loneliness? Either way, it was a blessing that we were able to spend the four years of college largely carefree, and we are grateful for the policy at that time. Now, every time we hear those elites clamoring for international standards, carrying out the reform of the education system, and turning away many poor children like Mr. Zhu Zhi from the university, when I hear that some people commit suicide by taking poison because they can't pay the tuition fees, and when we hear that many people have to abandon their studies and work to earn tuition, I really want to take out the knife I used to kill pigs and sheep and stab him. Or, use the knife I used to use to castrate pigs and geldings, and solve him with one knife, so that he can be as docile as a castrated rooster, instead of like an aggressive rooster, and sing all day long: Reform of the education system! In line with international standards!

Four years of college have passed in a blink of an eye. By the time we interned in the second semester of our senior year, we knew that college life was already at the end of our strong crossbow. But I didn't have time to be nostalgic and sad, so I faced the problem of graduation assignment. According to the past practice, we generally return to the place of origin after graduation, that is, where you got in, you go back there. The animal husbandry majors basically return to the county animal husbandry, and then be assigned to the township animal husbandry and veterinary station. Unlike now, if you study veterinary medicine, as long as you have the ability to find a maternal and child health hospital to receive it, you can go; If you study early childhood education, as long as there are universities that want you, you can also become a lecturer.

What's more, in our major, we have to divide several to farms every year, and most of them are labor camps. According to the thinking at the time, this was the worst unit, so everyone was terrified, for fear that they would be assigned (not assigned) out. I talked politely to the head teacher and the head of the department, and I leaned over with a smile all day long. Now it seems how naïve our thinking is. Later, two brothers in our class were "unlucky" to make the trip, and one of them was so angry that he didn't even take his graduation photo. But when I met them two years ago, I thought they were doing better than any of my classmates. Some of the people assigned back to our class are still staying in the veterinary station, some have been laid off long ago when they are assigned to the feed company, and some have changed careers to do jobs that have nothing to do with their profession, like Mr. Zhu Zhi. And a classmate Yang, who is a leader in a farm with several thousand people, is said to have been inspected many times in the United States. The other person who was assigned to the labor camp farm, now has the rank of first governor, and when he wears a police uniform, he looks like a current department-level cadre. When the class reunion was held, they were full of emotion.

The biggest problem I faced at that time was that when I returned to my place of origin, I was separated from my girlfriend. But I don't have the ability to go to where she works - that's already across borders. I went out to all the relationships, but because there was no relationship, I finally broke off the idea. Some of the students who have the ability have found units in Nanning, and some have entered the region, at least the county unit, but I still have no land. Before graduating, I interned at a chicken farm in my county, and during that time, I asked my friends to help me find connections, and even Mr. Liang Xianhua, the editor of Guangxi Literature, helped me find someone to recommend me, and wanted to stay in the county, but no one could help.

I felt desperate and alone.

It's just that now when I think back to college, my heart fluctuates. Once, some classmates came to Nanning, several of them had not met for more than ten years, I was not sick at that time, that night, we let go of drinking, less than an hour, everyone staggered, talking about many details of the time of studying, full of emotion. I also saw female classmates, and I still ridiculed them with "I only hate the beginning" and "I dismantle a pair is a couple". But to be honest, female classmates in their 40s are already a bit miserable (I hope female classmates don't knock me). Not only them, but everyone is old, wrinkled, and gray-haired, which makes people sigh at the ruthlessness of time.