C60 (1/2)

It was the 20th of January, and it was freezing cold. The snow covered the sky, the wind blew strongly, and the temperature dropped.

Today, Rural Party Committee hosted the Spring Festival Gala. Participating in the joyous event were: the Secretary of Branch, Deputy Secretary-General, Village Head, Deputy village chief, Director of Women, and the cadres of the armed groups; all the cadres of the township organs. There were Branch Secretary Wang Peng s, Village Head Deng Chunming s, Vice Village Chief Wang s, and women in the Taoyuan Village.

Above the main platform, there was a white paper and red lettering on top of it. On it was written: ”Erdaojiang Rural Party Committee's Celebration of the Spring Festival Gala”.

The content of this joyous meeting was: drawing lots to answer questions, testing questions, and having fun together. Every village's Secretary of the Party Branch would draw lots to answer the questions, Wang Zipeng was no exception. If you can answer a question after drawing a lot, you can sit down and give a souvenir. If I can't answer, I'm sorry, I have to do a show. The performance was done in an irregular manner, with nothing to lose.

The drawing of lots started from Erdao Village's Secretary of the Party Branch. When it was Secretary of the Party Branch of Taoyuan Village's turn, she drew the number one question. The content was: When and when was the youth movement born? Zi Peng thought for a while, but didn't answer. Thus, he had to produce a program. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to pass this trial. Zi Peng thought: I can neither sing nor dance. What program was it? He thought for a moment. Therefore, he took a glance at the venue and said:

”Leaders, I am lacking in literary and artistic skills. When I sing, I am tongue-tied. ”How about this, I'll just say a few words to everyone, is that alright?” At this time, someone below shouted, ”Yes!” Therefore, Zi Peng said with an extremely slow speed,

”All the leaders are present at today's joyous reunion;

I don't know how to sing or dance, I don't know how to smoke or drink.

Through this party, there are some things you can learn;

”Please don't misunderstand, friends. We'll meet again next time.”

Wang Zipeng kept talking about the eight meetings, which was something the leaders and the village officials did not expect. As a result, he finished his speech smoothly and won a warm round of applause from the audience.

After the drawing of lots and testing was over, each of the Rural Party Committee members performed a performance. Secretary Ding sang a song, ”I am a soldier.” Chihuahua sang a song, ”Earth Way Battle”. Next, they performed one by one. The village leaders had all finished performing. Needless to say, it was time for the various performances. When Zi Peng participated in the meeting, he was afraid he might do something like this. Fortunately, when he first arrived at the meeting, he wrote a poem on a piece of paper. This time, it was indeed useful.

Secretary of Branch started his performance at Erdaojiang, followed by Everlasting Victory, Peach Blossom, Three Rivers, Sampling Ditch and Birch Tree.

When it was Taoyuan Village's turn, Zi Peng stood up and said:

”Leaders, I have prepared an immature little poem for this year's party. I'm giving it to the party, I wonder if it's okay?” The people in the hall shouted in unison:

”Alright!” We want to listen to Secretary Wang's poems. ” Zi Peng continued,

”Then I'll be making a fool of myself.

Rural Party Committee celebrates the New Year, singing and dancing inspiring;

In 1989, the Rural Party Committee had outstanding political achievements, and was ranked first in the whole district.

The Secretary Ding captured the integrity of the political clean, good image of the other villages;

There were seven targets in the system of responsibility, all of which would achieve a perfect score during the assessment.

The Village cadres has worked hard for a year, and the village leaders have been kind and considerate.

The 90 years are filled with difficulties. The task is heavy, and the pressure is great! ”

After Wang Zipeng finished reciting the poem, he cupped his fists and bowed to the audience. The venue erupted into applause...

Zi Peng had been missing Lixia for the past few days. Ever since the 22nd of January, he had hurriedly met with an even greater sense of unease. He thought: I should write her a letter, explain the failure of my last date, and give it to her before the Spring Festival so that she doesn't think about it and look forward to it. Thinking of this, he spread out a piece of paper, picked up a pen, and intently wrote a reply for her. It was the night of January 23, 1990, and the twenty-seventh of the lunar month. The letter he wrote was very long. After he finished writing it, he read it from beginning to end and felt it was not bad. So he folded the letter and put it in his pocket, packed up the paper and pen, and went to sleep on the kang.

The next day was the birthday of Liang Shouquan's mother, and Zi Peng also went to wish Mother Liang a birthday. At the Liang family's residence, Zi Peng had met Lixia, and he found a suitable opportunity to give her the letter. He came back after lunch at the Liang house.

After having lunch at the Liang family's residence, Lixia didn't stay there to help. She wanted to rush home and read the letter he gave her. That afternoon, Gui Hong finished eating and played mahjong at the Liang household. She was the only one at home. She could not wait to open his letter. The letter read as follows:

To the people closest to me:

Autumn passed and winter arrived, and the land was covered in white. Time passed by quickly.

In the blink of an eye, there are two ways to get to know my little sister.

When I was in the sixth team, my friendship was as deep as the sea; after I moved to Taoyuan, I was filled with longing.

'Family 'is the Red Mother,' Newspaper 'is the media, since the magazine, friendship flowers in full bloom.

The handshake felt warm and full of love; the hug felt blissful, the blood was boiling.

Kissing is sweeter than honey, and the smell is far in the air; you and I are both intoxicated and in a better mood.

You and I are connected heart, sincere to treat each other; think more often, never separate.

Love red like fire, rich and colorful; I will wait for you, winter to spring again...

My dear little sister, congratulations to you, I have written 25 letters in 89 years. This is a very exciting occasion; it is our spiritual food.

I've read your letter repeatedly, little sister, but you didn't manage to meet me. I've made you wait for more than two hours, I am truly sorry. First of all, I apologize to my dear little sister. My good little sister, at this moment, I am the same as you, wanting to see you at all times. The pain of thinking about humans has tortured me to the point of restlessness.

My yearning little sister, you went to the station to wait for me on the 25th of last month, on the 20th you told me, how could I forget? How happy I am to be with you on the 25th! Next, please read a poem for little sister. It might be able to dispel the misunderstanding in your heart:

This is an unsuccessful date, and you and I have both shed the sweat of hard work;

When I didn't see you and me during the date, I couldn't help but shed tears of yearning.

Why wasn't the date successful? little sister will definitely blame this brother.

Please listen to me in detail, perhaps it will dispel the misunderstanding in your heart:

On the night of December 23rd, my aunt passed away. She asked me to go to Hun Jiang to accompany her.

I took the nine o'clock train to White River and rushed to Hun Jiang. None of them slept.