Chapter 3 3

I still remember that at noon that day, the continuous rain seemed very tired, and when a strong wind blew, it became even more furious. It's dark inside, and I don't feel like working.So I picked up the piano and sang with the rain. She came out of the next room and walked silently to the door.Then she turned back.She came outside again and stood there.Then he walked slowly back into the house and sat down.With her needlework in hand, she gazed at the looming trees outside the window. The rain has stopped and my singing has been silenced.She stood up and combed her hair. Other than that, nothing more.Only the noon of that day combined the sound of rain, singing, darkness and idleness.

Kings, emperors and wars in history.Uprising, it's easy to forget.But a piece of time at noon that day, like a rare gem, was hidden deep in the treasure box of time.Only the two of us know about this. In the morning she took her leave. My mind explained to me: "Everything is emptiness." I said angrily, "The sewing box on my desk, the flower pot on the balcony, the signed fan on the bed—isn't all this real?" The mind said, "Well, think about it—" "Shut up!" I said. "Didn't you see that story book? It still has curls in it, and she hasn't finished reading it. If that's fiction too, what's real?"

Then the mind fell silent. .A friend comes.Delay me. "All good things are real, and good things never die; the whole universe protects good things forever, like pearls in a necklace." I asked angrily, "How do you know? Isn't the human body beautiful? But where is her body?" When a child is angry, he will beat his mother. Just like a child, I began to beat all the barriers in this world.I said, "The world is perfidious." Suddenly I was taken aback.I felt as if someone was saying: "What a ungrateful person!" I stared out of the window, through the willow branches, a new moon was rising, as if the smile of the Liren was playing hide and seek with me.From the star-studded dark night sky, there seemed to be reproaching words: "Is the thing I gave you empty? Did you have to wait until the curtain fell to believe so firmly?"

I have known her for seventeen years. How many contacts, how many meetings, how many talks!How many dreams she has had, how many hints, how many inferences; the brilliance of the morning star sometimes accompanies her, breaking the sound sleep in the early morning, the fragrance of jasmine sometimes fills the evening of June, and sometimes sounds the weary drums of late spring; seventeen years , All of this was deeply woven into her heart. And, whenever we meet, she always calls my name.The person who answers her call is not created by the creator alone, but grows up in the process of understanding her for seventeen years; having elbows is in admiration, sometimes in contempt; sometimes in work, sometimes in leisure Sometimes in public, sometimes in secret; it is only in the silent understanding of a person that I grow up.

Then, another seventeen years passed.But the day of the past, the night of the past, none of them can be touched when they are in the holy city, they are all lost. Yet they ask me every day: "Where shall we rest? Who summoned us and surrounded us?" I couldn't answer, just sat there silently thinking, but they flew away with the wind. They said, "Let's go out and explore." "Explore what?" They themselves don't know what to explore, so they sometimes fly to this side and sometimes to that; just like the uncoordinated clouds in the evening sneaking into the darkness, I can no longer see their figures.

What used to be a boulevard is now full of fragrant grass. In this no-man's land, someone suddenly said from behind: "You don't recognize me, do you?" I turned around, looked into her face, and said, "I remember, but I can't say your name exactly." She said, "I am your grief from long ago, at the age of twenty-five." The corners of her eyes shone with crystal luster, like a bright moon in Pinghu. I stood dumbly.I said, "Once upon a time, I looked at you like a cloud in the month of Slavan, but today you are like a golden statue in the month of Asvin. Could it be that you have thrown away all the tears of the past?"

She said nothing, but smiled; and I understood that everything was in that smile.The clouds in the rainy season have learned the sister smile of the spring blessing Lihua in autumn. I asked: "My twenty-five years of youth, is it still preserved by your side?" She replied: "Look at the necklace on my neck, isn't it?" " I saw that none of the petals of the former spring garland had fallen. So I said: "Everything about me is old, but my twenty-five years of youth hanging around your neck have not withered yet." She slowly took off the wreath, put it on my pregnancies, and said, "Remember? You said back then, you don't want comfort, you just mourn."

Ashamed, I said, "I said it. But then many years passed, and then I forgot it at some point." She said: "The master of the heart will not forget it. I still sit in the shade of the tree. You should respect me." I put her hand on mine and said, "Am I your moving image?" She replied: "The sorrow of the past has become peace today." ① Aswin month: June in the Indian calendar, which is equivalent to September and December in the Gregorian calendar. Now I understand that with the fire of injustice men have burned all their future days to ashes, turning it into a sombre color, where no new leaves will grow when spring comes.

A throne has been prepared for a long time.The throne reported to the people that their gods were coming to the abode, and the gods had already set out on their way. When the people went mad and smashed the long-prepared throne, then the ruined altar in the holy place said: "There is no hope, no one will come again." The protracted preparations were then ruined.At that time, shouts came from all directions: "Victory, the animals have won!" I heard people say at the time: "What is today is what will be tomorrow. Time is like a blindfolded bull, always turning around the same oil press and making the same miserable cry. This is called creation." Creation is the cry of the blind."

Says the mind, "That's why! Let the singing cease at once! Now there are quarrels of heavy burdens, and no more singing of hope." Looking at that road since I was a child, I have repeatedly felt the breath of the welcome song in my heart-seeing the road listening to the whisper of the horizon, I understand that the chariot has set off from the other side-today I gaze That same road; it seemed to me that there was neither a voice nor a house of any kind. The lyre said: "If there is no companion for my music on the long road, then throw me on the road." I was looking at the side of the road.I was surprised to see a thorny tree standing in the dust; there was only one flower on the tree.

I exclaimed: "Oh! That's the footprint!" At that time, I saw that he was whispering to the universe. At that time, I saw that it was looking at the sky.At that time, Fu saw that the leaves in Hemen Village were shaking under the moonlight; through the gaps in the bamboo forest, the moonlight seemed to be blinking at the lake. Lu said, "Don't be afraid." My lyre says, "Play some music." The preparatory work is so intense that there is no time for me to think quietly about the purpose of the preparation. However, in the midst of my busy schedule, I pushed my heart a few times and asked: "Could it be that there is a guest coming to the birth?" Let's wait and see. "The mind said, "The most urgent task is to occupy the site, raise materials, and build the building.don't bother me. " I stopped talking and buried myself in doing things.I reckon that enough land has been occupied, materials have been prepared, and the building has been built, there will be an answer. The site is expanding day by day, the materials are sufficient, and seven auxiliary buildings have been completed.I couldn't help opening my mouth again: "Please answer my question." "I don't have time, just wait." Xin Xin was a little impatient. I don't care about his attitude: "Do you want to occupy a larger site, raise more materials, and build a taller building?" "Perhaps as you said." I was secretly surprised: "Are you still not satisfied?" "This place can bear the heavy responsibility of acceptance"" the mind answered irrelevantly. "Accept who?" "Tell me another day" I just got to the bottom of it and asked: "Is the comer a great man?" "maybe--." Such a wide place, such a majestic building, can't accommodate him!I had to work hard and forget food and sleep.Who saw it and praised: "This is a hardworking person." I often have doubts in my heart. I am afraid that the monkey in my heart may not know the name of the visitor. He deliberately puts a difficult task on my head to avoid answering questions.I wanted to stop work many times and listen to the footsteps on the road; I didn't have the mind to expand the building, I just wanted to light the lanterns inside; However, I can't help myself.The mind is my manager. He uses balances and steel rulers to accurately measure the weight, length and value of various items day and night.His motto is "more is better". "Why do you need such a large venue?" I asked one day. He is huge. " "Who is he?" Conversation often ends here, followed by silence. When I pestered him and said, "No! You have to answer clearly", he flew into a rage: "Presumptuous! Whose rules! You always make things that have no brains, unclear outlines, and mysterious meanings to hinder my grandeur." The implementation of the project. Pay attention to my situation, all kinds of lawsuits, all kinds of fights; soldiers with sticks, spears, and guns flood the streets; Stepping in. Everything is clear, there is no doubt, no hint, why do you turn a blind eye, wordy?" I secretly blamed myself: I was born stupid, but my heart is smart and intelligent.So I carried the bricks in a basket and stirred the plaster. After a while, my expanded domain crossed the border. The building has five floors, and when the floor is being laid on the sixth floor, the rain clouds dissipate in an instant; the dark clouds turn into white clouds; The fragrance of the lotus infects the hours of the day and night, making it as leisurely as a bee.I looked up and saw the boundless sky looking down on the proud scaffolding of the six-story building, and I laughed loudly. I was so excited that I asked everyone I met, "Hey, please tell me which gust of wind is playing music?" They ignored it: "Don't pester me, I have something to do." Instead, a lunatic with magnolia flower strips around his head, leaning against the protruding tree roots, sat on the side of the road and muttered to himself: "The welcome song is coming." I didn't know what I realized, so I hurriedly asked: "We can meet soon?" He smiled strangely: "Yes, soon." I hurried back to the accounting room, thinking: "Stop work immediately!" "Ridiculous! People laugh at themselves as a fool." , "I do not care." The mind was startled: "Did you hear something?" "Yes, the news has come." "what news?" Oops!I can't tell.However, there is indeed news that a group of cranes are flying along the Sunshine Road from the shore of Manas Lake. Mind shook his head: "Where are the huge colorful flying cars and the solemn guard of honor? I haven't heard of it yet, and I haven't seen it yet." At this time, someone threw the philosopher's stone into the sky, and the sun suddenly illuminated the surrounding scenery, and a faint commotion was heard, "The messenger has arrived." I prostrated myself on the ground and asked while bowing: "Is he really here?" Thunderous cheers all around: Yes, he has come! The mind panicked: "Oh, the sixth floor is being cast, and the materials are not ready yet." The order rings in the air: Tear down your six-story building! "Why?" Mind was puzzled. "The messenger is here today, and your building is in the way." The mind is dumbfounded. I suddenly heard, "Quick, clean up your materials!" "Why?" Mind was unconvinced. "The material you piled up encroached on the ground." I just have to follow orders.On busy days, I build six-story buildings.In the free days, I demolished the layers one by one; in the busy days, I ran to the market to purchase building materials, and in the free days, I said goodbye to them. However, where is the huge colorful flying car?Where is the solemn guard of honor? The mind looks around. what did he see Morning star of autumn morning. That's all? And a bunch of frangipani. That's all?one slice. I also found a magpie in Minyi's curtain. Nothing else? A child laughs and leaps out of its mother's arms into the sunshine outside. "These are the only ones you mentioned?" "Yes, play the love flute for this sunny day, and the morning is sunny." "A vast territory is required for this?" "Yes, your king needs a palace of seven golden temples, and your master a house full of treasures. And they need the whole world, the whole bright blue sky." "What about the so-called Chongwei?" "Included." "What kindness did that child give you?" "He brought the thought codes of the five emperors, and brought the hope, comfort and joy of the world. His secret quiver contains the arrows that hit every shot, and he has an invincible opinion in his heart." The mind asks me: "O poet, have you seen something, realized something?" I replied: "That's why I'm idle. I didn't have time before, so I couldn't penetrate the subtleties and realize the greatness." ① Jade Mountain where the great god Shiva lives.