Chapter 31 moon at sea

moon at sea In the boundless Black Sea, there is a big moon lightly rippling.My elder brother stood on the sea, with his hands behind his back, with a gentle and gentle attitude.The surroundings are quiet, and there is no sound; the billowing moonlight permeates the whole heart and the whole world. Suddenly, he smiled and waved to me with a smile.There was a breeze in the sky, and I flew to his side coldly and flutteringly.So the whole universe is changing: the waves below are choppy, one wave is flying up, and the other is rolling down, regularly, there are countless streams rolling; the sky above seems to join in the fun, with a moon in the east and a moon in the west, Three or five moons competed to show their faces in the clouds.

"I want that big moon, brother!" I suddenly had the idea of ​​pursuing the light in my heart, and shouted enthusiastically.While holding my brother's hand, I wanted to fly to the sky with him to catch it, but found that my brother's fingers were shady. "What's the matter, brother?" I asked in surprise.Looking back, he saw his face was also gloomy. "Nothing," he replied quietly, looking at another light yellow moon in the distance in the sky, and said, "That interesting, light yellow moon that looks like a hook." So I was at a loss, a light yellow moon, the light yellow moon that is often seen on the roofs of my hometown!My mother often wept over it, a young and beautiful abandoned woman who cried every night and finally became a mad woman.My heart would only sink, sinking, and my body could not help sinking. I threw away my brother's shady hand, and I felt that the whole universe was shaking, the sky and moonlight were messy, and the waves of the sea were churning.

"Hey!" I yelled in horror, woke up, the moon on the sea disappeared, and what was left was cold sweat and pain. The disease was on the right abdominal corner, and I was suffering from appendicitis, my God! Being sick is not a good thing, and I have nightmares when I am sick, especially some of them.Therefore, although I don't pay attention to superstition on weekdays, I can't help but come to dream about it tonight.I thought to myself, my brother has been dead for many years, and he flew hand in hand with me in the dream, am I going to choose to die too?As for catching the moon...

The moon seems to represent light. When you see something bright, you want to catch it. This is the dream of human beings.But dreams are always dreams. Moreover, whether there is any so-called real light in the world is still unknown. Therefore, when I intend to catch it, or start to catch it, I have doubts in my heart, and finally I am at a loss, and my body and mind are depressed. Sink, sink down, fall into the vast sea and then go.Even if some courageous people fly up and catch the moon, what good is that?A person is still going to get old, get sick, suffer pain and worry, and do some long-winded things until he dies, so what use is it to him to earn a moon?

To be more specific, let me talk about myself.When I was young, I sacrificed a lot of time for playing games, reading, writing, and doing gymnastics desperately. It is said that it is for future happiness. It is a bright ideal.Later, I grew up, married, raised children, behaved as a wife and mother, suppressed romantic fantasies every day, and lost my youth in boring years. It is said that it was for the sake of morality and reputation. bright ideal.Later, I saw that it was useless to rely solely on morality and reputation. People did not love you, abused you, abandoned you, and eating became a problem, so I thought of independent struggle.But to be independent, one must first have freedom, to be free one must first get rid of the shackles of marriage, and to get rid of the shackles of marriage, one must first give up one's own children—one's own children!At that time, the so-called bright ideal was already like a hook of a pale yellow moon, and the pale yellow moon must be the pale yellow moon. Finally, my career started: writing articles, editing magazines, running around every day, writing letters, soliciting manuscripts everywhere, Be courteous to people.It was time for dinner, and I ran to the typesetting room on an empty stomach; when I rushed home with the proofs, the meal was already cold, and the servants had almost eaten up all the food, but I was hungry, gobbled it up, and proofread it at the same time. Under the electric light of five candles, I studied until midnight.There were a lot of sand and dirt within four meters of the door, and I finally swallowed it whole, and finally entered the cecum, which festered.

I clearly remember the day when I became ill, it was at noon, at a banquet, the host courteously persuaded me to drink.I just felt cramping, but it seemed rude and inelegant to say it, so I just died silently.The host raised his glass, and I raised my glass too. At first, I was asked to drink more, but I refused. Later, I didn’t even have the strength to refuse. My stomach hurt so badly, I thought I’d better drink some wine and get through the heat.So I swallowed the wine glass by glass, but the sweat oozes out in bursts. The master was weird and ordered to turn on the electric fan.A person suffering from fever and severe abdominal pain sits and eats, drinks, chats and socializes under the high-speed rotation of the electric fan. I really can’t describe what it feels like. Can't go down, ran to the window to see the funeral.But before the coffin of the big funeral was lifted, I had fallen ill on the sofa.

"She's drunk!" I seem to hear someone say.Then I heard that the master had hired a car for me. I woke up on the way and asked the driver to drive to X Hospital. The doctor said that he had eaten bad food and had to take detergent. After taking laxatives, I lay in bed, and at night, the bed was writhing in pain.So I cried and cried, and cried and cried.I call my mother, and I forget her when I am healthy, but when I am suffering, I only remember her.But my mother didn't answer, she was at home in her hometown, she was crying looking at the pale yellow moon!I feel sad and terrified, Qian Nan swears to God, never forget her again, never forget her again without conscience.

The abdominal pain came and went, and when the pain was severe, it felt like my stomach was going to burst. I just grabbed my hair desperately.But when Songxia's pain eased, he felt sad again. He was alone, screaming and screaming, and there was no relative in this room.Why did I leave my mother?She was so old, nervous, and crippled that she lived under the care of a foolish and ignorant servant.And why did I leave my child?They are all weak and pitiful, lonely and bullied by their stepmother. Thinking of this, I seem to see a few sad little faces shaking and shouting at the end of the swell: "Mom/Their voices are weak, blown away by the sea breeze, I can't hear clearly. I also saw the psoas Under the moonlight, an old woman with white hair and stoops was looking for me, but she couldn't find me.

"Mom 2" I cried loudly, the pain was in my belly, and the pain was even more painful in my heart; "Mom!" A young girl stood in front of the bed, it was my younger sister, with a flustered face. "Stomach hurts, mom!" I cried even louder, acting like a spoiled child. She also patted and cried, yelling "Ouch!" It seemed that she had no idea.I thought: I’m in terrible shape. A girl who just arrived in Shanghai can’t get a car in the middle of the night, and can’t take the patient to the hospital. I’m so anxious that she still can’t cure my abdominal pain!So he wiped away his tears, instead comforting her again and again: "Don't reward me, I don't hurt, it doesn't hurt now."

"You lied to me," she patted Long's shoulders and shrugged: "What should I do? Mom." "Don't cry, I really don't hurt." "You lied to me." "Really some don't hurt." "What should I do?" She choked even more, and I was annoyed, and said: "If you cry, I will hurt. Get out one by one!" She went out and stood at the door of the room.I just held my stomach, shrunk my body into a ball, and clenched my teeth. I feel like a writer, a brave woman, a future greatest figure, is dying now.Painfully, alone, lying on the bed, dreaming of the moon on the sea.The moon on the sea cannot be caught, even if it is caught, it is useless, and the result is still a disappointment.I know that all bright ideals are liars, they have cheated my youth, cheated my life, now it is too late for me even Houhai.

At the end of the sea, my mother and my children under a pale yellow moon, as long as I live to see you again, I am willing to sink to the bottom of the sea forever, and I am willing to be smashed to pieces! Appendicitis, dreadful appendicitis, I fainted again from the pain.