Chapter 4 wrinkled apple

Returning from the study in the suburbs to the home in the city, there will always be a large pile of mail waiting to be opened. My habit is to read the familiar ones first. For those who are not familiar with the sender, I usually open them first to look at the grandeur. Is this a bit of "hate the poor and love the rich"?However, the temptation of "gold and jade outside" is probably hard for many people to refuse, even though they often find "failure inside", they have to sigh.Some letters, the envelopes are shabby, the handwriting is childish, the address in the lower right corner is a certain town and village, and they are forwarded by the Writers Association or the editorial department. According to the experience in recent years, such letters are rarely used to tell my thoughts after reading my new works. Most of the letters from readers are attached to his immature essays, and I hope I can recommend them to newspapers and periodicals.

Back in the city, after browsing through the accumulated mail, I will probably go downstairs and take a walk in the nearby green space.That day, I went to the pavilion where the fanciers gathered and listened to their singing in turn. Several fanciers who often showed off their skills have become stars in our area. Whenever I saw their magnificent posture, I would always sit on the corridor and listen carefully. Qiu Pai's black head, or Cheng Pai's Qingyi, listening to those arias, I really feel that my ears are full of flowers and my heart is full of fragrance.Not only those famous faces are familiar, but even those who always attend the audition, there are also some familiar faces.There is a man who is probably about my age, short in stature and unattractive in appearance. When he appreciates it, he always closes his eyes lightly, one hand is still lightly clasped on his knee in accordance with the voice, and the wrinkles on his face tremble slightly, which makes me feel very funny.

That evening when I walked home, I wanted to eat some fruit after dinner, so I went to the balcony to get it.The fruits in my house are usually placed in a big cardboard box on the balcony. When I bent down to see that there were not many fruits stored, I suddenly found that there was a small apple in the corner. I forgot to eat, so I quickly took it out, put it in the palm of my hand, and saw that its skin was already dry and wrinkled. I think of a poem I read many years ago. I forget whether it was written by a Chinese or translated. There are a few sentences in the name of Apple: "Peel my skin, or chew it with your teeth / Before, can you appreciate it carefully / The beauty of my skin." Apples, as well as other fruits, do have a right to claim that of humans.In fact, I have always paid more attention to the appearance of fruits, and I often "judg fruit by its appearance", and I also know how to treat, for example, the skin of an apple as a special aesthetic object.I once carefully peeled the gorgeous coat of a big apple into continuous screw turns, and then placed it skillfully on the table, making it look like a whole big apple.

I looked at the wrinkled apple carefully that day, and I was suddenly very moved.It has protected itself from mold and resolutely not to rot during that long period of oblivion, so that although its skin is wrinkled by dehydration, it is free from dark spots, and the blush is still alluring, There is also a slightly boozy sweet aroma.How did it spend those lonely days, how to clean itself up, preserve its strength, and even use the time when it was left out to keep its sugar as much as possible? I peeled off the wrinkled skin, and the exposed flesh of the apple was as fresh as a virgin. Take a bite first, it is very sweet!After eating it, I still think about it for a long time.

The next day, I went downstairs for a walk again, and went to listen to those fanciers singing again.The audience, who I thought was quite funny, closed his eyes and hit the verse again.I suddenly felt that he looked like a wrinkled apple.After the song over there is over, I will tell him, why don't you come to the next section?His face flushed suddenly, more like a wrinkled apple.Then other people noticed him, and persuaded him, or even booed him, and later even the piano player asked, what part did he want to reveal?As for him, he stood up, walked into the crowd, said "Let Xuzhou", cleared his throat, and matched the strings with the violin player, and then, with the cooperation of the luthier, he actually sang the dialect accent, tactfully and gracefully, and enunciated the words Ruzhu, I feel like he peeled off the wrinkled apple at that moment, because he loved himself for a long time in loneliness and kept

It is fresh and alive, and once it is used, it exudes a refreshing sweetness.At the end of the song, in the applause, I realized more. I admit that because of the consistent contempt for the "wrinkled skin" in the accumulated mail, some of them are discarded as waste after a cursory glance after opening.Now, I remind myself, maybe it will be a "wrinkled apple". Although it looks ugly, even trivial, there will be fresh sweet juice inside the skin. I must treat it carefully and not handle it rashly.Although so far, I haven't found a master capable person who can sing "Let Xuzhou" in the school of words, but I am eager to look forward to it.

I also thought, in a long life, who can live in the center forever?Who can always have the opportunity to be eye-catching and immediately be selected and show off brilliantly?I am also quite like an apple that has slipped into the corner of the fruit box. Can I try my best to avoid infection with mold, and in the process of cleansing myself, let the skin wrinkle, but still silently maintain and accumulate the essence that can contribute to others and society Woolen cloth?