Chapter 4 4

Standing at the window on the second floor, you can see a corner of the pond. In the month of Padra, the pond is full of water, shining like grass-green silk, and the long shadows of the trees are twisting in the water. Several rows of cress and taro were planted by the pool.Several coconut trees stand face to face on the slightly sloping embankment; there are oleanders, white lilies, and fragrant frangipani on the bank; the evening primrose, which is left aside, is as pitiful as a poor person.A row of sock trees form a natural fence. On the opposite bank is a grove of bananas, pomegranates, and coconuts; in the distance, there is a wide roof terrace shaded by green trees, and a sari is drying in the air.A burly man with a wet woolen cloth on his head and shirtless hands was sitting on the stone steps L fishing and killing time.

Before I knew it, it was afternoon. In the sunken sky in the rain, the slanted m didn't come, and it looked indifferent and resentful as soon as it came.Min'er gently blew the water in the factory pond.The literati leaves glistened. I watched silently, and suddenly there was a reflection of the past day in front of me. Through the gap of the fence at that time, the appearance of a person many years ago flashed in my mind.Her form is gentle, her words are sweet, and her black eyes are straightforward and charming.She was wearing a plain sari with wide red plaids covering her feet. He spread out a colored mat in the garden and dusted it with the hem of his sari.When she was drawing water under the mango and durian trees, magpies were singing on the branches, and starlings were jumping on the jujube trees with their tails up.

I bid her farewell, and she couldn't speak a few words fluently. She stood behind the door, from the back of me walking away on the daily life road through the crack of the door, tears gradually blurred her vision. ②Padra month: May in the Indian calendar, August to September in the Gregorian calendar. You say you're unhappy and I dote on Dinu. I like him, only because he is naughty, and I can't see him getting into trouble.It is no lie that I love him and I am angry with him. Most people are like this. If you are not a special national skater, your shortcomings are easy to be found.

The dainty Dinu is annoyingly naughty, but he's not bad at all.His faults are piled high, but they don't feel overwhelming.Sometimes he is not very pleasing to the eye, but he has no resentment in his heart. His emotions are like a light boat, galloping with the wind; no matter whether you praise him or reprimand him, he will not allow it to last too long, just like the goods from one side are transported to the other side in a blink of an eye, there is no pressure on him, and he does not exert force on people. His nature is lively.His words are so profligate that it is inevitable that he will say the wrong thing, and if there is no wrong word, the dense tapestry of his speech will be broken.Logic is not in his mind, but in his language, and it is not difficult to understand this when one understands his grammar.

You said he was critical, and he was. However, he is asking questions with an exaggerated and distorted truth.The people he scolded weren't really bad, and there were plenty of people who liked to hear him find fault.They are the nebula to blame, he is a star for the rebuke, and his brilliance comes from the nebula. After all, he's bright by nature, but he's not good at deep thinking, so his lovely transgressions are often laughed out loud. And seeing people who are good at judging right from wrong and exploring subtleties, such laughter must stop.be with them.The pressure on the elite is too great, and the pollution cannot be tolerated for long.It wasn't until they accidentally exposed their shortcomings that they could breathe a sigh of relief and relax mentally.

Now let's explain what it means to be ill-considered. The mischievous Makan smeared pot ashes on the door frame of the classroom before Sanskrit class.When the gentleman entered the door, the shirt on his back was black.Makan laughed, and all his classmates laughed, except the teacher who didn't. The angry principal drives Makan out of the school;Watching his steel plate shop talk about the pork chops being swallowed into his belly. While doing wrong things without thinking, doing good things casually, and not paying attention to the good things. He doesn't pay attention to returning the things he borrows in time, and he never goes to ask for things borrowed from him. In fact, he always suffers.

Remember my words: if you want to scold him, just scold him and smile in your heart, otherwise you will make a big mistake. I don't care about right and wrong, I look at him up close, and he is alone.You examine him from a distance, placing him on the dissecting table. I blamed him more and forgave him more than you.I punish him, but not exile him.I'll just keep him by my side, don't blame me. gap "Do what you can, don't be too tired!" It's that year, it's time to say this sentence to my heart. I began to forget just the right amount, to allow some gaps in time.

As a child, the walls of my responsibility had many holes.I let my imagination run wild, visited the village of Palazzi, ascended the throne in the capital city of Magadha, and issued orders. Now, my heart returns to the laziness of forgetting things at that time. My friend was afraid that I would forget, so he wrote down the things to do on a piece of paper and put it on my desk, but I even forgot to look at this piece of paper. If I didn’t sit down in front of the desk, life would be slack. There is no indication on the paper that the weather has turned hot, but it does not prevent me from being aware of climate change.The thermometer gasps and hints that I care where the fan is, where the train timetable is.I checked the time of the train to Darjeeling, but I was indifferent.

At noon, the scorching sun was in the sky, scorching the fields.A gust of hot wind blows the dust. I turn a blind eye. The servant Banamari only thought that closing the door at this time was in line with the rules of a famous family, but he was blamed by me. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the setting sun seemed to fall at my feet through the window.The concierge came into the house and asked if there was any estimate to send.I spread my hands and said no. For a moment, I felt a little melancholy, and I should write a reply. However, my melancholy disappeared when I handed the letter to the postman.

The capital of Dashar and Magnolia flowers on both sides of the winding path in the garden has not yet fermented. They are like a group of women gathered on the pier, pushing each other to read, laughing at each other, and the atmosphere is joyful. The cuckoo crows incessantly, I really don't think it needs to insist on forcing me to recall the silence in the forest, to persuade it to forget often, to keep the air in my life, and not to damage the reputation of memory, making it unbearable. I still have many days to reminisce and mourn.Through the gaps of these days, the fresh spring breeze mixed with the lonely fragrance of tuberose blows slowly; the thick shade under the durian tree plays the "distant" flute of love, blowing out the unseen sadness.Through the gaps in these days, I claim to see children playing truant from school, sitting alone on the stone steps by the pool in the afternoon with ducklings in their arms;

I saw the newlyweds writing letters, writing and tearing up, tearing up and writing again.A smile crossed my face, followed by a heavy sigh. ①India summer resort. ①In Indian mythology, the place where Hetian lived, and later Hetian ascended the throne in the city of Madonna. On the banks of the Mayulaki River, the sika deer and calf I raise are inseparable all day long, and the relationship between the two is as deep as that of the red pine and muhuya trees.The leaves of the red pine and muhuya fell to the ground at the same time, and fell on my windowsill. In the morning, the sunlight quietly cast the shadow of the tall palm tree on the wall of my room. A laterite road was opened along the river, and wild flowers fell on the road.Wendan incensed the air.Chaluer trees, flame trees, and vendo trees are competing to bloom, and small basket-like Sazna flowers are swaying in the wind.Ivy covered the fence along the Mayuraki River. The red stone steps climbed into the river.A thick golden flower tree stands beside the pier.I built a bamboo bridge, and planted frangipani, jasmine, tuberose and white phlox in glass pots at the head of the bridge.The stones in the deep water under the bridge are clearly visible.The pure white flowers swim in the river.Tan cows and mottled calves graze by the Mayuraki River. The room is covered with tea-colored flower baskets.Yang yellow Fahua calendar black border line.I sit on the east side of the veranda every day, waiting for the sun to rise. My neighbor's voice is as windy as the gold in the high seas of Seoul.She anxiously climbed up the Morning Glory River because she was widowed.I have never washed our political hands, but I often listen to her singing very emotionally. Her husband is loyal and enthusiastic, and loves to read my works.Play jokes on him, and he's got the right laugh at the right moment.What he said was very popular and simple, but one night at about eleven o'clock in the redwood forest by the Mayuraki River, he said something so meaningful that people had to plump and falsely praise him as a poet. Behind the house are several vegetable fields, two acres of rice fields, and a mango and jackfruit orchard surrounded by hedges. At dawn, my neighbor hummed a tune and churns butter from the milk.Her husband rode a red-maned pony to inspect the farm work. In the dense woods on the other side of the river, the sound of the flute played by the Shaotar tribe could be faintly heard. In winter, snake charmers set up simple tents on the banks of the Mayuraki River. In fact, my new house will not be built on the banks of the Mayuraki River now or in the future.I have never seen the Mayuraki River, never heard its name with my own ears.Its name is the smoke of hallucinations smeared on the eyelids, seen with imaginary eyes. However, I don't think I can stay here any longer.My peaceful heart is looking forward to saying goodbye to everything here and heading to the banks of the Mayuraki River. A ten-year-old boy in the village is quite like a weed under the ruined wall—without a gardener to take care of it; he not only receives the caress of the sun, air, and rain, but also endures the harassment of dust and insects; Instead of being reconciled to death, the stalks grow thick and thick. He climbed a tree to beat wild jujubes, fell down and broke his bones. He accidentally ate the poisonous wild fruit and became dizzy. He went to see the floats on the festival of worshiping the gods, but he had never seen the floats, so he didn't know where he was. Tired and hungry, he fell to the ground, passed out and came back to life.He got lost, his clothes were torn, his face covered with dust, and he finally came back. He was beaten and scolded, and as soon as he let go, he ran away. A red-crowned crane stood on one leg beside the water crowded with duckweed, a black crow trembled on the thorns, and Baiyao soared in the air.Fishermen insert bamboo poles into the river and deploy nets to catch fish.The osprey squatted on the top of the bamboo pole in surprise, and the duck dived to look for snails. In the afternoon, Bibo was extremely charming.The green algae are rippling, and the fish are chasing each other.Is there a dragon girl living in the deeper water?I heard that she combed her long black hair with gold flow, and the waves reflected her demonic figure. He thought of diving, the transparent green water looked like Long Wenlai's delicate limbs!He is interested in everything, no matter what is in it. plunged into the water.Materia Medica made his hands and feet sink to the bottom of the water. Hearing the screams of the children grazing cattle by the water, the fishermen rushed to rescue them by punting their boats.salvage him When he came, he stood still. Since then, when I think of him for several years, I have been in a daze, the stars twinkling in front of my eyes, and the surroundings are in darkness.But in my heart I clearly saw the boy who voluntarily lost his mother. Interestingly, what he said is still alive today! I heard him urging his partner: "Go into the water and have a look, there is a rope tied around your waist, and I will drag you up as soon as you get into the water." He desperately wanted to experience the taste of diving. His partner dared not.He scolded contemptuously: "Cowards. He sneaked into Mr. Accountant's orchard like an animal. Yes, he took a few punches, but not nearly as much as the number of black berries he ate. The family scolded him: "Shameless wild monkey!" What's there to be ashamed of! The accountant's crippled son hit black berries with a cane, picked up a basket, and ate them.He breaks branches and rots fruit, he knows no shame! One day, the second boy of the Parklas family held a kaleidoscope and said to him, "Look what's inside." He saw the mottled colors, flickering, another pattern. "Brother, let's change." He suggested, "I'll give you a polished shell and peeled raw mango, it's coming soon, and I'll give you a whistle made of mango core." The kaleidoscope was not given to him. He had to resort to stealing. He is not greedy.He doesn't want to take it as his own forever, he just wants to see the colorful world inside. Brother Kurden twisted his ears and interrogated Law as why did he steal? " "Why didn't he give it to me?" Fang Xiangke reversed, the tone clearly asked the second boy of the Parklas family to bear the responsibility of him stealing the kaleidoscope. There was no fear in him, no hatred in him. He bit the ground and caught a big frog, like catching bugs in a deep hole where a stake was buried in an orchard and feeding it. He put the beetles in a cardboard box and fed them cow dung, but others dared not do so. He goes to school with a squirrel in his mouth. One day he stuffed a water snake into his husband's drawer, and said in his heart to see what his husband looked like when he saw the water snake. Mr. opened the drawer, lost his mind, and fled in embarrassment. An escape worth watching! The dog he raises is not from a famous family, but a pure Bengali breed. His demeanor and behavior do not resemble his owner. He is often hungry and has no other choice but to steal.The first time Yu broke a leg.Probably because of retribution, the cucumber bamboo stand of the thugs was beaten to pieces on the same day.The dog can't sleep at night unless it lies on the owner's bed, and the owner can't sleep without holding it. The next day, it stretched out its mouth to eat the food prepared by the neighbor's house, and its soul set foot on the road to Huangquan. He was full of mourning, but never shed a single tear in front of others.He cried in secret for two days, and since then the food and tea have not tasted good, and he has no interest in stealing ripe sour fruits from the orchard of the accountant's house. He put a broken pot on the head of the neighbor's seven-year-old nephew.With a broken pot on his head, the child's cry sounded like the whistle of an oil mill. When he walked into a rich family, he was always shown out.Only Xidu, a woman who raises cows, beckoned him into the house to drink a bowl of milk.Her son has been dead for seven years, and his age is only three days away from him. He is as dark-skinned as him, and has the same collapsed hair. He also made trouble for Aunt Xidu-cutting the cattle rope, hiding the teapot, and making her clothes dark.He wants to see the results of various tests.Others couldn't see it, and she disciplined him for her, but she defended him instead. ’ His naughtiness stirred up waves of her affection. Mr. Ambiger said to me despondently: "He is a lump of elm. He doesn't like to read your poems in his primary school textbook at all. He tore up those pages mischievously and said that a mouse bit them off." What an unteachable wild monkey! " "The responsibility is on me," I said, "if there is a poet in his world, the poet's poems must have the melody of Hong Kong and the sound of beetles, and he will enjoy reading it. I have never written a real frog. The story and the tragedy of his bald dog!" There is no lack of unbeautiful people in the world, and my traveling companion is even more so than unbeautiful people.This is indeed a rare thing. His baldness was not commensurate with his age, and what little hair he had left was also gray.Two small eyes without eyelashes.He followed Hetou Letu Tiantian out of the oil country ship to deal with rice in the two regiments.His nose is high and wide, accounting for a quarter of the donation.The waves are wide.The hair on the left wing fell out, and the eyebrow on the right eye disappeared.The shaved face with lip and beard reveals the roughness of the Creator. Someone carelessly lost the pin at the dining table, he picked it up and pinned it on his suit.Seeing this, the female passenger turned her face away and giggled.He gathered the bales of rope that had fallen on the ground and knotted them into a ball.He folded the newspapers thrown by others and put them on the table. He eats very carefully.He had a bottle of appetizing powder in his pocket, and when he sat down to eat, he poured the powder into water and drank it.After the meal, take another nine pills to help digestion. He was reticent and stuttered, and when he spoke he made people think he was a fool.He was silent when others discussed politics in his presence, and there was no way of knowing if he understood something. I spent seven days with him on a passenger ship. Some travelers hated him for no reason, drawing caricatures and sarcastically, treating him as a joke, and their witty remarks became more and more mean.Every day they fashioned his image with new words, and filled his work with absurd imaginations, to make up for the distortion of some parts caused by the loopholes of God's creation, and firmly believed that it was pure truth. Some people speculated that he was a broker, while others said he was the vice general manager of a rubber company. Guessing aroused interest in betting. Many travelers kept him at arm's length, and he was used to their indifference.Passengers in the smoking room He lost money playing cards, and he kept them at a respectful distance.They scolded him in their hearts: "Stingy punk! You bastard!" He was well acquainted with the Chittagong sailors on board.The sailor spoke a sailor's language, I don't know what language he spoke, it seemed to be Dutch. In the morning, when the sailors scoured the deck with rubber hoses, he jumped up and down to help, and his clumsy movements drew good-natured laughter. There was a young sailor with dark skin, bright eyes, curly hair, and a thin build. He gave him apples and oranges, and showed him pictorials. Yusei, you are very annoyed at his behavior that undermines the dignity of Europeans. A passenger ship docks at the port of Singapore.Other sailors will distribute cigarettes on their behalf.One ten-dollar bill per person.Give the young sailor a gold-plated cane. After saying goodbye to the captain, he hurried down the pier. That's when his real name got around.The hearts of the card players in the smoking room gasped in amazement.