Chapter 2 2

The dark clouds in the sky turned into raindrops and fell on the earth, which can be said to be surrendering to the earth.Women are like raindrops, who came to the world from nowhere and become the resistance of the world. For them, the world is too small, and there are too few men.They can only confine their speech, pain, worry, etc. to a small world.Therefore, they covered their heads with veils, wore bracelets on their hands, and built walls around the courtyard.Women are the Indrani of the finite universe. However, some god made a joke, so this little girl was born in our neighborhood with infinite anxiety.Mom called her "the devil" angrily, and Dad laughed and called her "crazy".

She is like a clear spring, passing through the rocks of power and rushing away.Her heart, like the branches and leaves at the top of the bamboo forest, was just trembling. Today I saw this stubborn girl standing silently by the railing on the balcony.It is very appropriate to say that she is like a rainbow after the rain.Her big black eyes looked dull today, like a bird with wet wings on a rainy day, standing on a branch of a dummy tree. Never seen her so dumb before.It seemed to me that she was like a rushing brook suddenly flowing to a certain place.Turned into a quiet pool. A few days ago, the heat ruled fiercely; the face of the earth was dark and miserable; the leaves were withered and poor, and the hope of life was lost.

At this time, a few idle and obsessive dark clouds suddenly set up camp in the sky. A ray of blood-red sunset, like a sword, shot straight out from the path of the sword. In the middle of the night, I saw the door was shaking violently.The storm seized the hair of the city and woke it from its sleep. I got up and looked, the lights in the alley looked very dim in the dense rain, like the eyes of a drunk.Through the drizzle of Pu Chung, the bells in the temple echoed in the air. In the morning, the rain was thicker; the sun had not yet risen. The girl from our neighbor, braving the wind and rain, stood silently holding on to the railing on the balcony.

Her younger sister came up to her and said, "Mother is calling you." She just shook her head vigorously, and her braids followed; her younger brother came to hold the hand of the ground with the paper boat.She drew her hand back.The younger brother started to pull her to play, but she hit him. It's still raining.Twilight is thicker.The little girl was still standing there dumbfounded.The mouth created in ancient times spoke the first words with the words of rain and the tones of wind.Hundreds of millions of years have passed, and the forgotten words of the past are calling this girl again today with the sound of rain.The voice calling for words, crossed all the barriers, and slowly disappeared outside.

How many great ages, how many great lives have been!And how many creatures have happily multiplied through the ages of the world!How long, how vast!We see it all in the face of the unruly little girl through the shadows of the clouds and the sound of the rain. She closed her big eyes and stood quietly, like a model of infinite ages. ①Indrani: The goddess in ancient Indian myths and legends, the beloved wife of Indra. The words of the bamboo flute are eternal words; they originate from the Ganges River sent by Shiva, and flow through the chest of the earth every day; I stood by the road and listened to the sound of the flute; I couldn't understand what kind of mood I was having at that time.I wanted to integrate this kind of calm suffering into the joy and suffering of all, but they couldn't be integrated.I found that it was clearer than the familiar smile and deeper than the familiar tears.

I also discovered that what is familiar is not truth, and truth is what is unfamiliar.How did this strange feeling come about?This cannot be answered in words. This morning, when I got up together, I heard the married man playing the bamboo flute. What is the similarity between the sound of the flute every day and the sound of the flute on the first day of the wedding?Hidden dissatisfaction, deep disappointment; contempt, arrogance, exhaustion; lack of basic confidence, ugly and meaningless quarrels, unforgivable collisions, poverty that is common in life-how can all these be expressed in the fairy language of the bamboo flute come out?

The singing voice suddenly tore apart all the familiar language curtains from the top of the world.eternal groom To meet the bride, covered with a red and shy turban, and the kerchief is slowly taken off with the sound of the flute. Over there, the bamboo flute played the music of exchanging rings; here, I looked at the bride.With a gold necklace around her neck and two anklets on her ankles, she seemed to stand on a happy lotus in the lake of tears. The flute praises her for being a part of the new family, yet doesn't know her yet.The girl came here from the familiar home and became the daughter-in-law of this stranger.

Zhudi said, this is the truth. Here, dusk has fallen.O sun god, in what country and on what shore is your dawn now sinking? Here, the tuberose trembles slightly in the dark, like a bride in a veil, standing shyly at the door of the new house, where is the morning flower—the golden fragrant wood? Someone has woken, the evening lights have been extinguished, and the garlands of white roses woven in the night have faded. Here, every family's firewood doors are closed; there, every household's wealth is open.Here, the boat docks, and the fishermen sleep; there, the breeze raises the sails.

The people left the inn, and turned towards the east; the morning light was on their faces, and their money for crossing the river has not yet been paid.Pairs of black eyes, through the windows by the roadside, were staring at their backs with pity and longing.Dalu opened the vermilion invitation card in front of them: "Everything is ready for you." With the rhythm of their hearts, the drum of victory has already sounded. Here, all the people are sailing towards the evening glow on this sunset boat. In the inn yard they spread their rags and slumped for shelter; some alone, some with weary companions; in the dark, unable to see what was on the road ahead, now they whispered Talking about what happened on the road they passed; the conversation was interrupted," and then there was silence; then. They looked up from the yard, and the Big Dipper was hanging in the sky.

O Sun-god, this evening stands on your left side, and that dawn stretches out on your right.Please let them unite!Let the shadows of the evening and the light of the morning embrace and kiss each other!Let the song of the evening bless the song of dawn! Our stone-paved alley is winding, turning to the right for a while, and facing people for a while.As if one day came out looking for something.However, no matter which direction it turns, it will always encounter some obstacles.There are many board houses on one side, tall buildings on the other side, and row upon row of buildings in front. As long as you look up, you will see that there is a wide band of sky above - it is as narrow as the alley, and it is as winding as the alley.

The alley asks this narrow skyline: Visit sister, which small street in the blue city are you from? "At noon, it saw the sun for a short time, so it said to itself silently: "I don't understand at all what this place is. " The rain clouds above the two rows of buildings gradually became thicker, as if someone had painted out a piece of light in this port with a pencil.The rain trickled on its stone pavement, and the raindrops made a drumming sound, as at snake charmer time.The road was very slippery, and pedestrians' umbrellas would rub against each other from time to time; a stream of water suddenly jumped from the oar to the pedestrians' umbrellas, which surprised them very much. Xiaoxiang sighed: "How wonderful it would be to be dry! Why does it keep raining for no reason?" In Palmoon, the south wind, like an unfortunate man, suddenly burst into the alley; suddenly confetti fluttered and dust flew.Xiaoxiang said discouragedly: "This must be a crazy fairy who is looking for a place and got drunk! . On both sides of this small port, all kinds of garbage are piled up every day-fish scales, furnace ashes, vegetable leaves, dead mice.Hong Kong knows that all of this is reality.Even if it is forgetful, it never thinks: "What is all this for?" However, when the autumn sun reflected on the sacrificial platform on the roof, and when the sacrifice bells were ringing, the alley immediately felt: "Beyond this road made of stones, there may be some kind of great light! " Here time passes; the sun, like a busy housewife's sari, slips from the shoulders of the building to the edge of the alley; the clock strikes nine; the maid returns from the market with her basket; the smoke and aroma of the kitchen , is full of alleys; there, people are hurrying on their way. At that time, Gang thought again: "On this road made of stone, everything is truth. And what I think is great is just an illusion." ①Pal table month: November in the Indian calendar, between the second and third months of the Gregorian calendar.