Dongguan past： I worked in a clothing factory, surrounded by beautiful women, and Sichuan eldest sister-in-law had a different taste.

　　Everyone who comes to work in the south for the first time will go through an uncomfortable stage, and when I first arrived in Dongguan, it was no exception. Fortunately, with the help of my cousin, I entered a clothing factory. Almost all the women workers are around me, which makes me feel very lucky. The devil takes special care of me, and Sichuan sister-in-law is also very interesting. However, I always feel that something is missing, as if this is just an episode in life, and the curtain has not yet been opened. It was not until I met a female white-collar worker in a clothing factory in the night market that I really realized what it meant to fall in love. From the clothing factory, you can reach Jinxia Night Market in ten minutes' walk. At that time, the night market was somewhat different from now. In addition to all kinds of snack shops and restaurants, the night market was mostly stall shops, selling all kinds of daily necessities, quilts and clothing. There is another kind of booth, which has disappeared now, and that is the book stand.

　　Mobile phones are still a new thing in the 1990s. Besides watching movies, chatting and drinking, people often spend time at the book stand in the night market. In such a special environment, it is easy for men to pursue women, and love gives men and women spiritual comfort. Although they know that the future is unpredictable, they still rush forward like moths to a flame. If we must make a comparison, the working journals at that time can be equivalent to various mobile apps now. Foshan Literature and Art and Jiangmen Literature and Art are the most famous work magazines. To be fair, the quality of Foshan literature and art is higher than Jiangmen literature and art, but the latter has a wider audience. As the saying goes, the economic base determines the superstructure, and the consumer groups determine the spread and influence of magazines. In that year, the cultural level of migrant workers in the south was not high, even high school graduates were rare. Therefore, Jiangmen literature and art have more accurate positioning for migrant workers and received more respect.

　　At first, I was not interested in magazines until a chance encounter changed my mind. One night, I got an unexpected rest time because I didn't arrange work for the time being. Being alone in the dormitory was boring, so I decided to go out for a walk. I met security guard Zhong at the door. He just changed the night shift. Ah Zhong is from Sichuan, and we are fellow villagers. I usually give him a cigarette when passing by the door and talk a few more words. A Zhong has a girlfriend who works in the quality inspection department. She is very tall. Tall girls are rare in a place like a clothing factory. They seem to be a good match. Once, Zhong and I joked that we would take our girlfriend home for the Spring Festival. He is very serious about the tall girl, not only considerate and caring, but also giving her gold and silver jewelry as an engagement gift. At that time, I felt too young to bind myself so quickly. Simply put, it's because I haven't met a woman who really excites me. After saying goodbye to Ah Zhong, I sat in the shop in front of the factory for a while.

　　There are two small shops in front of the factory, both of which are opened by Chaoshan people. Chaoshan people do business very well. Whether it is our factory or other factories in Dongguan, most of them are Chaoshan bosses who open small shops at the door. The nearest shop to the factory gate is run by two brothers and sisters, and the other is a middle-aged couple. It is reasonable to say that the shops of the two brothers and sisters should do better, but on the contrary, middle-aged couples attract more repeat customers in a stable way. There is a big TV and several plastic stools in front of the shop for migrant workers to rest and entertain. There were only a few sporadic people there at that time. I sat in front of my brother and sister's shop, lit a cigarette, watched TV for a while, and found it boring, so I got up and went to the night market. During that time, I especially liked going to the night market, not to buy things, but to feel the noisy atmosphere. There are three book stands in the night market. Most of the magazines on the covers are young and beautiful women, but most of them are back issues, which are cheap and can be bought for one dollar. Later, I learned that magazines with poor printing quality are pirated. A comparison between genuine and pirated products shows obvious differences. Genuine magazines usually cost four or five yuan a copy, while our salary at that time was only one yuan and fifty cents an hour.

　　I didn't go to the night market to buy magazines, but I like to observe those vendors. Like most migrant workers, I also have a simple dream, to make money to open a shop in my hometown and live a quiet life. There is nothing new under the sun. If you experience more, you will turn a blind eye to many things. That night, I walked around the night market and was about to leave when I saw a woman standing in front of a roadside book stall. A woman's back is always the most beautiful. Sometimes you don't want to see her front, because it is very likely that you will be disappointed. I saw a beautiful back, and my footsteps seemed to be stuck and I couldn't stop. I stared at her closely, hoping that she would turn around. Even if I broke my fantasy, I wanted to see her for what she really was. She has been standing in front of the bookstall, holding a magazine and intoxicated with it. I can't wait for her to come back, so I decided to go to the bookstall. Slowly approaching her, I saw the brand hanging around her neck, and my heart suddenly jumped, because the brand belongs to our clothing factory. Actually, she is my colleague. Of course, I didn't know her, but at that moment, I decided to know her. I secretly looked at her and saw the white shirt under her neck. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. At that moment, I understood why there are descriptions of love at first sight in literary works and movies.

　　I think I met her. I thought of a hundred ways to say hello to her, but that night, I seemed to swallow a mystery and couldn't say anything. She finally put down her books and bought three Jiangmen literary magazines. She turned and left, and I, who had never bought a magazine, chose three magazines with the same deadline as the one she bought and followed her quietly. She is from our clothing factory. I saw her enter the factory. At that time, many employees got off work, and people came and went at the door, bustling. Ah Zhong stood at the door, checking to prevent anyone from mixing into the factory. I went around to the security room and asked about Ah Zhong's girl. Zhong smiled and asked me if I was interested in her. I didn't answer, just asked him her name and department. Ah Zhong told me that her name was Ashan, but told me to give up my idea, because she was the cousin of the proprietress and could not be interested in ordinary migrant workers.

　　Unless ... I asked Zhong what it was, and he said he liked talented people. She has a pen pal. They send letters to the security room and workers every week. It is said that pen pal published a poem in a magazine. I remembered that she kept reading magazines in front of the book stand in the night market, and suddenly I understood. I may not be able to win her heart. Apart from reading several martial arts novels in high school, I don't know much about literature, and I'm unlikely to publish articles in magazines. Although I was disappointed, I returned to my dormitory that night and opened the magazines I bought from the night market. Originally, I just wanted to try to read it, but I didn't expect to get caught up in it. That night, I read until 2 am, and I felt like I was hungry. After reading these three magazines for the next three nights, I still felt unhappy.

　　So I went to the night market again and bought some magazines. Since then, I have become a fan of miscellaneous interests. At the middle and end of every month, I go to the night market to buy some magazines. One night, I just came back from the night market and met a female colleague coming out of the factory. I stood there and watched her leave with a man on a motorcycle. They walked in the direction of the center of Chang 'an town. I can feel her holding the man tightly. I don't know why, but I feel upset. That night, I picked up a pen and wrote a few words. Now it seems that it is certainly not poetry, but I imitated the poetic style in Jiangmen literature and art and divided those words into lines, which looked like poetry. Since then, I have practiced writing every day, just like competing with myself. A month later, I bought a pen and an envelope, wrote the so-called "poem" on paper and threw it to Jiangmen literature and art and Foshan literature and art. One month, two months or even half a year after submission, there was no reply. I felt very lost, but I still recorded the scattered words in my notebook. I turned my yearning for my female colleagues into my passion for writing, and I was crazy about "literary creation".

　　After writing two notebook poems, at the end of the year, I finally received a letter from Jiangmen Literature and Art Editorial Department, not a rejection letter, but a proposed letter. Editors praised my writing experience and thought that my poems were full of life breath, although immature. At first glance, I knew it was written by a down-to-earth person. The editor told me that this short poem would be published, and I hope I won't go anywhere else. The end of the letter encouraged me to continue to contribute. This letter made me see the light in my life, and being recognized is the greatest happiness. I think after the magazine is published, the boss's cousin will see that my address was left in the poem, and she will be surprised to see that her colleague published the poem. Maybe she will come to me, maybe the boss will think that I am a talented person and transfer me from the workshop to the office.

　　Since then, my life has turned upside down. Of course, this is just my imagination. The magazine was finally published. I thought it would be a huge breakthrough, but it didn't cause any waves in the clothing factory. My poem was published, but it didn't cause any repercussions in the clothing factory. Lying on the bed in the dormitory, I always feel that the boss's wife's cousin didn't buy a magazine, otherwise she would find my poem and see the name of the clothing factory, and she would be surprised and might want to know me. But this seems to be just my fantasy. After half a month, a turning point appeared. That day, Zhong gave me a letter. At first, I thought it was a letter from my parents, but later I felt something was wrong. There is no mailing address in that letter. I opened the letter and saw beautiful handwriting. I knew at a glance that it was written by a girl. I was so happy that I thought it was the boss's cousin. I eagerly turned to the end of the letter and saw a strange name, only to know that it was not her. This letter was written by a female colleague, but she chose to send it anonymously. The girl said in the letter that she was anonymous because she was afraid that if I didn't reply, she would be too shy to meet anyone. So she decided to remain anonymous so that I could understand. She read my poem published in Jiangmen literature and art. Although she didn't give a high evaluation, she was even happier that someone was writing poems beside her, which surprised her. She is one year older than me and has only been in high school for one year. Later, she dropped out of school because of her poor family and earned money for her younger brother and sister to go to school.

　　After working for several years, she never gave up studying. With super self-study ability and perseverance, it only took her three years to enter the office from ordinary workers. She thinks I am a self-disciplined, learning-loving person and hopes to make friends with me. If I like, I will meet you in a small shop outside the factory at 8:30 next Sunday evening. She will wear a red dress and hold a magazine with my poems on it. I am looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally I am looking forward to that weekend. I put on new clothes and put hair gel on my hair. I look like a date. Anonymous dating is a bit like blind dating now. I don't know what she looks like and she doesn't know what I look like. Because of this, people are more excited. It finally arrived at 8: 30.

　　I saw a woman worker in a red skirt coming with a magazine in her hand. She's getting closer. I saw the cover and confirmed that it was the magazine where my work was published. Before she appeared, I even imagined that she might be an ugly woman. Even so, I would like to be her friend and talk to her about life and ideals. The moment I really saw her, I was shocked. Of course, she is not as beautiful as Ashan, but she has a special temperament. After greeting each other, we left the shop and walked towards the park. Along the way, she has been telling the story of her first visit to Dongguan and her stay in a garment factory. That night, I only said two words, one was "The moon is really beautiful today" and the other was "You too". She smiled from the bottom of her heart She said that I was born a poet and should cherish my talent. It was her words that changed my fate. (Graphic irrelevant)