The habit of note-taking was developed by Wang Qingquan after joining the work, and this habit was also appreciated and advised by friends. But Wang Qingquan, who has his own personality and goes his own way, is not moved by these sensational stories, and still insists on writing a diary, and the more he writes, the more addicted he becomes, and the diaries he has written for more than ten years can fill a wicker box, and those diaries are the treasure of prices for him, which describes the trajectory of his life, the events that occurred, the care of the leader, and so on. One day, when I retire at home, I can settle down and write a novel!

The contents of his diary are all-encompassing, including meeting minutes, thoughts and feelings, essays, poems, reservations about dealing with problems, ideas for economic policy reform, plans for the implementation of the working hours and piecework system in the workshop, improvement of machining technology, practical experience in the process of large and medium repair of machine tools, etc., which is simply a social kaleidoscope.

More importantly, the box also preserves the correspondence between him and his wife Ruan Xiaohong before and after marriage, although the mandarin ducks after marriage are on one side, the letter text has become a link and bridge to connect feelings. In the lingering, the thoughts and love of both parties are entrusted. Wang Qingquan was influenced by his sister Wang Xinxiaoxuan since he was a child, and he liked to read prose and poetry, and he liked to read Tang poems and Song poems the most.

Later, the sisters and brothers often competed in their sister's boudoir to see who could recite more poems, and if they recited well, they could write some poems themselves over time. To this day, Wang Qingquan still remembers the poems he wrote in more than a dozen letters to his wife, several of which he still can't forget, and every time he thinks of those emotional poems that have a strong longing for his wife, he naturally feels the pain of parting between husband and wife. In a casual conversation with his wife at home, Wang Qingquan deliberately pointed to the wicker box:

"Xiaohong, don't underestimate this box, there is a diary written by me, it is a condensed experience of my life, including the ups and downs and the bitterness of our separation after marriage, I will consider compiling them into a novel when I am not busy with work, hehe! Do you remember the poems I wrote to you!"

"Izumi, how could I forget, those letters and I still have them! I remembered that it was still strange and ridiculous at that time, and I hid in my room and watched secretly, carrying it on my back, with tears in my eyes! I just miss you, although I feel bitter when I live with my parents, at least I have no emotional sustenance!" After speaking, he sighed. There are still tears in my eyes, and there are many memories of missing my parents who died of illness a few years ago.

"That red, can you still remember and recite the representative poems I wrote!" Wang Qingquan saw that his wife Ruan Xiaohong was missing her parents again, and in order to divert her mood, she shifted her mood to the first love and post-marital love between the two just now.

"Why can't you carry it! You dare to underestimate people!" the wife glanced at Wang with dissatisfaction. Ruan Xiao blushed and moistened her throat and recited aloud:

"From the blue sky

Rip off

Floating white clouds

Transformation

White rice paper

Sun God from Apollo

retrieve

The magic pen of love

for you

Write a long scroll of love

From the blue sky

Rip off

Floating white clouds

will be it

Spread out beneath you

Kiss you

That is, kissing the whole world."

Wang Qingquan came back to his senses in his wife's clear, mellow and sonorous recitation with deep feelings, raised his hands and shouted: "No, no, no, where did I write this, this is clearly a poem you wrote to me, why did you forget it! ”

Ruan Xiaohong blushed for a while, and slapped Wang Qingquan on the back:

"What was written by whom, if you think it's good, write it down, then how many poems you wrote to me can you write down, and can you recite them like me without stumbling!"

"Of course you can, you wait, I want to think about which poem is the best for you... ”

A minute of silence after the meeting

"Yes, my favorite poem to write to you is that in the spring of that year, shortly after you left on vacation, the magnolia flowers in the garden bloomed, touching the scene, stopping in front of the blooming magnolia flowers, smelling her fragrance that is different from other flowers, your figure appeared in front of you, and you felt that your skin was as white and delicate as the magnolia flowers, and your eyes were gentle and fiery. A few days ago, there was just a spring rain, and the rain moistened everything, and after returning to the dormitory, I wrote that short poem," Wang Qingquan snorted deliberately, swallowed his saliva and moistened his throat and read:

Rain, the rain of jade plate jumping beads

Is it the liquor spring brewed by the Heavenly Palace?

Instantly sparkling in the water

One fantastic sparkling cottage after another

I'm going to use a strand of longing for my hair

Make them into a jade necklace

Dedicated to under the linden tree

The magnolia tree that guards for me

Wang Qingquan seemed to be unsatisfied, and immediately bent down and pulled out the old wicker box from under the bed, opened the lid and found an old yellowed softcover notebook from a stack of notebooks, opened it and rummaged through a few pages to find the poem he was most proud of, and looked at his wife solemnly:

"This is my proudest work, and this one was written to you after that one, and you listen to me read it to you,

If I were a magnolia tree

By the will of God

For an unfinished marriage

Stand by the side of the road you pass

Quietly waiting for you

The canopy of the lush foliage of the magnolia tree

Shelter you from the elements

No matter how far the road ahead

The speechless sunset

The footsteps that silently left in spring

A magnolia tree in bloom

Accompany you on an endless journey

"You still have a good memory, and your voice is much stronger than mine. These diaries and our letters are indeed good material for future assignments. I've read some of your diaries, and they do have value to keep. And with your talent, I believe you will succeed, I support it!" Ruan Xiaohong choked up with excitement when she heard this, and leaned her head on his shoulder emotionally while holding Wang Qingquan, who had just finished reciting indulgently.