In the depths of the mountains, there is such a beautiful place, and the mountains and rivers are like the legendary peach blossom source.

The clouds are white and the wind is clear, the mountains are dripping green, and the grass and trees are verdant. The refreshing fresh air accumulates in the mountains and forests, by the streams, in the crevices of the rocks, and even in the rooms where we have never closed the windows, and the slightest sticky sweet moist smell rushes straight to the heart and lungs. Refreshes you and seems to be transcendent.

On the weekend, Yuan Jinpeng invited us to come to Fengling Township "Waterfall Xuan". This is an exquisite villa built by Feng Shida at a cost of millions of yuan in the middle of the mountain, and not far from the famous Haron Waterfalls. Last night, we sat around the "Ask Zen" tea room. In more than 20 years since graduating from college, we have not had such a hearty conversation. What did we do when we got out of school? It seems that every shot is worth recalling, lamenting that the past is like smoke, and sighing.

When we gathered again in the morning in the "Ask Zen" tea room, we all smiled from the bottom of our hearts.

Yuan Jinpeng asked, "How are you sleeping?" ”

"Of course, it's so comfortable. It was the most temperamental night I've had in more than a decade, and even my toes were asleep. Qiu Qingsong sighed, as if he had the urge to compose poetry.

Li Zhongfu smiled slightly: "Lead Hua washes all the essence of it." The night is like this, deep and quiet, no different from a thousand years ago. It's a pity that we destroyed it and injected too much bustle, hustle and bustle, and even calculation. ”

The late autumn sun is no longer harsh, passing through the mountains and forests, torn apart by green pines and bamboos, floating on the stream, falling among the green grass, and spilling into the houses shaded by green trees.

Zhou Ziyuan pushed open the window, exaggeratedly opened his hands to pick up a ray of sunshine, and sighed: "It's not the sunshine of the 1990s anymore!" For more than 20 years, it is like a white horse passing through the gap. How many twenty years can there be in life? ”

The room was silent! The years are invincible, and when it comes to talking about time, people will inevitably be helpless and even panic when they reach middle age. Who said only women are afraid of losing their youth? Men are also nostalgic for the years when passion burns.

"The 1990s? I was born in 1993, but I don't remember much about this time. What kind of era was that? Xiao Feng broke the dull atmosphere. He is the son of Feng Shida, the owner of "Guanpu Xuan", who has just graduated from college and is undecided in front of the multiple-choice questions of graduate school, employment, and studying abroad.

Yuan Jinpeng smiled: "What kind of era? At that time, we had just graduated from college and started working, and we were full of enthusiasm and unstoppable. If you read Ling Zhijun's "Change" and "Ups and Downs", you may be able to understand the background of the time. ”

Zhou Ziyuan took a step forward, shook his head and said, "No, no!" How can you read these two books? There is a skeleton but no flesh and blood, where can you feel the fiery life of our Qingchuan City, especially Ping'an County. I think it's a wonderful novel to record our working life for more than 20 years. Especially Jin Peng, after graduation, he worked as a teacher, a secretary, a township mayor, and a prince and a leader of an organ, with rich experience. Our experience and thinking are enough to benefit young people like Xiao Feng a lot. It's not just a reality with ups and downs and legendary elements, it's also a silhouette of an era. ”

"Yes, the times are worth recording, and our youth is worth writing. Maybe the materials I have prepared for many years can come in handy, Jin Peng, you are the protagonist. "I feel a lot of emotion.

"Huh. It's a complicated time, and it's not easy to get it right – even if we hand over the diary to you. Li Zhongfu's voice was high-pitched.

Yuan Jinpeng was silent, as if he was weighing and struggling.

Qiu Qingsong knocked on the coffee table, and his voice was thick and pure: "Compared with the current popular fantasy novels, realistic novels are more difficult to grasp. Because reality is often more exciting than fiction. The novel was written, and it happened. And there are still many unimaginable bizarre and wonderful in reality, which we have not touched or even know nothing, but you can't be imaginative and make things up. ”

Qing Song has a point. But it doesn't hurt to write about it, not to mention whether it is necessary to completely restore reality, it is not a big gain to be thought-provoking. At least let Xiao Feng, the post-90s generation, be able to experience the colorful life of the Qingchuan people and Ping'an people at that time when they read "Change". Thinking about the time when we graduated from university and stepped into society, it was the time when the peasants were the most miserable, the rural areas were the most difficult, and the workers who were laid off from the enterprise restructuring, we came step by step and experienced the pains of this glorious era. Of course, we have also been anxious and confused, just like Wei Yingwu's Huma struggled to move forward in hesitation, and finally got out of the way. Even if we are now middle-aged, we will inevitably occasionally have psychological loss, but fortunately, our experience is enough to support us to resolve and correct mistakes in time. Yuan Jinpeng said, slowly walked to the window, looking at the mountains and deep streams.

Li Zhongfu clapped his hands and sighed: "Huma! It's so apt. Huma is vigorous and passionate, and it is inevitable that he sometimes looks to the east and west to get lost, but he still does not give up and does not slack off, and strives to move forward and find a way out. Isn't this our freshly lost youth? When we become more and more thorough, we are dying, no longer confused, but no longer passionate. ”

I agreed, opened my laptop, and said, "Many times, passion has more to do with age, whose youth has not been confused and whose youth has not burned?" The wheels of history are rolling forward, and at that moment, the confusion encountered by these young people may be different from ours, but they will also strive to move forward and create the glory of their time. ”

Yuan Jinpeng nodded approvingly: "Yes, the times have the excitement and pain points of the times, and the turning points and highlights of people." For me, for example, the general election crisis in Ping'an County was a turning point in my life. ”

Zhou Ziyuan said: "It is not only a general election crisis, but also a tipping point for the contradictions at the grassroots level in the rural areas of Ping'an County. ”

The sound of the waterfall in the distance seems to be far away or near, floating in through the window.