In a vague and hazy way, I only felt as if I heard the soft, familiar voice of my sister, and the affectionate and low call of my father.

Occasionally, when someone whispered my name, I half-cocked my head.

There seemed to be a familiar and kind smile on the principal's face in front of me, and I smiled, as if to say: "This is our principal, surnamed Jiang." Then, after a pause, he seemed to say an apologetic word: "Headmaster, you sit down first, I'm sorry, I have a headache." ”

The half-raised head fell back onto the pillow uncontrollably.

The cyan mist rose all around, misty.

Beijing Normal University? I seemed to be standing in front of my alma mater's towering blue door.

The one with the bag and the suitcase is me, right? Are you silently saying goodbye to your alma mater after living for four years?

The hot wind blew through the hair on my forehead, and the rich bitter taste surged from the bottom of my heart like a beer that had just been opened, striking my chest strongly, and the feelings of pain, confusion, loss, and perhaps a little hope immediately permeated me, surrounded me, and devoured me.

Remember the scene not long ago when we took to the streets and shouted "save the children" and "save China", but all this seems to have been a centuries ago, and we marched? Have we ever shouted? But I know very well that I shouted out my dream of the city and called myself back to my hometown.

Standing at the school gate, staring at the familiar but unfamiliar face of my alma mater, I finally realized the feeling of "speechless".

In a trance, I returned to my hometown, carrying my bags and riding a Long March truck-loaded bicycle, through the country roads, and into a junior high school far from my home and on the verge of the Yangtze River.

Several rows of classrooms, red walls and gray tiles, tall plane trees, lush metasequoias, crooked black locusts, green and black weeping locusts, shuttling a few zigzag dirt roads, one person high outside the red fence, due south facing an embankment higher than the roof, the other three sides are nestled in turquoise fields.

Outside the embankment, there is a large reed beach, which is reckless and green in summer, and the breeze blows and rattles; In autumn, the reeds are fluttering, stretching and winding, and the Yangtze River flowing eastward in the distance responds to each other, rendering a vast scenery.

I took the students to stand on the embankment, walk in the reeds, we observed, we cheered and jumped.

Hey, the boy wore a hat made of willow silk on his head, and his eyes under the hat were blinking, how cute.

I seemed to be in the office savoring his essays, and of all the children, his "Into the Reeds" was the best, winning first place in the class.

First place?

I saw myself standing on the stage, wearing a pink skirt and a lake-green hat, with a light brow on my face and a light rouge, and three other girls, stepping to the rhythm of the music, moving small dance steps, shaking my bare arms.

Who would have thought that a male teacher with a height of 1.75 meters would actually disguise himself as a woman and perform the artistic conception of Feng Feifei's solo song "Xia Yan" with the students on the big stage of the city's middle school students' entertainment performance? Who would have thought that no one would see my seven-foot man during the performance?

A few viewers over half a hundred years old actually gave me a thumbs up and praised me.

They complimented me on my slender figure, delicate face, and elegant temperament, and pointed out with some regret that among the four girls, my mouth was too big and my height was too tall, which was really a fly in the ointment.

At that time, the secretary of the Youth League branch of our school sat next to them, and he had already seen through my disguise, and said half-jokingly: "What are you worried about, people are so naturally beautiful, so good-looking than Chanjuan, are you worried that she will not be able to marry in the future and catch a golden beetle?" ”

That's it, I have a good look, hehe, the senior sister and sister who were eyeing me in college were already carrying a lot of buckets.

What I didn't expect was that this time, the dance choreographed by me actually won the first prize of the city's middle school students' entertainment performance.

I really want to thank that girl's father for his old-fashioned and stubbornness.

If it weren't for his resolute refusal to allow his daughter to come to the city to participate in the performance, what would it be immoral to wear a skirt and dance in winter, what would a girl squirm like in front of so many people, etc., etc., and when he found out that his daughter was about to climb the window and secretly go out to participate in the performance, he slapped her a few times!

Just when I was about to extinguish the confidence and hope of the other three girls, I stood up desperately: "Don't be discouraged, I'll dance with you, don't you just twist your fart, what's the matter!" ”

There are two more shows coming to us, but my beard is still on my lips.

Hurry to the barbershop, and say that a half-shaved man with his chin dripping down his chin is looking at me with a disgruntled expression. Maybe I was in a hurry, but as soon as the razor made intimate contact with my upper lip, my lip was scraped open with a big hole, and blood flowed straight down.

Come to the dressing room, change clothes, thrush, powder, and wear flesh-colored stockings.

A female teacher reminded me to pay attention to my hands when dancing, and it was then that I understood what orchid fingers were.

I just felt that there was a faint blue light in front of me, and when I looked closely, it turned into a flickering colored light on the stage. Holding the microphone in my left hand, I stood on the stage of the Tiandu Grand Theater in Binjiang City, singing the old song "Play My Beloved Tupipa" with emotion.

I felt as if I had stepped into the years of gunsmoke and war, and the microphone in my hand seemed to have become a lute, as if I had become a resolute warrior with chivalrous tenderness all over my body.

Standing on the shore of Weishan Lake, standing in the blood-colored glow, I played the pipa and sang.

Save deep when it should be deep, save it when you want to be bold, be lyrical when you have lyricism, and be high-pitched when you need to be high-pitched.

I interpret and interpret the classics with my own true and unique understanding, singing the love of the warriors in the sword and sword, the bloody wind and the love for nature, the yearning for a better life, the hatred of the invading enemy, and the loyalty to the revolutionary cause.

The sun is about to set in the west,

It is quiet on Weishan Lake.

Play my beloved earthen lute,

Sing that beautiful song.

Climb aboard the speeding train,

Like a galloping horse,

Stations and railway lines,

It's a good battlefield for us to kill the enemy.

We climbed the flying car and got the machine gun,

Break through the train and blow up the bridge,

Like the steel knife in the chest of the enemy,

The devil was terrified.

The sun is about to set in the west,

The end of the devil is coming.

Play my beloved earthen lute,

Sing that beautiful ballad,

Hi......

After the song is sung, the applause is thunderous, and the feeling of a star is about that.

As I walked off the stage and sat down in my seat, I still felt my heart pounding, pounding, pounding.

Excitement, nervousness, and even a suffocating emotion enveloped me.

I don't know what the singers in the back sang, but I only know what the beautiful hostess said, which violently struck my auditory nerves: "The exciting moment has come, who will be the champion of the 1991 'May Fourth' Cup Karaoke Song Grand Prix in Binjiang City?" ”

Maybe in order to mobilize the audience's excited emotions, or maybe in order to create suspense, the hostess made a short pause just right, and her voice was brighter, rounder and sweeter: "The champion is Chu Mingxi, a teacher from Luhuadang Middle School!" ”

I can't believe my ears, really won the first place? No way? There are so many masters.

It wasn't until the host asked the champion to take the stage again that I woke up like a dream.

Trembling onto the stage, trembling to receive the certificate and prize from the Director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau.

I stood in the dazzling colored aperture, as if I was standing in the clouds, on the top of a mountain, a little staggering, and a little intoxicated.

Suddenly, everything changed in front of me, and I seemed to have come to the Binjiang Workers' Cultural Palace.