Chapter 6 6

In the corridor to the right of the stairs, I study English with Neil Mooney every morning. There is a tall tamarind tree next to the broken wall. During the fruiting season, monkeys hop around on the tree. My eyes involuntarily leave the English textbook and follow the monkey's wagging tail.Mr. immediately twisted my ears to prove the rational difference between me and the red-eyed monkey. After school, I teach in a plant family. In the garden there were blackberry trees, sour fruit trees, and a row of palm trees.A young jujube tree that grows by itself is my student. I beat the jujube tree with a ruler and reprimanded: "Look at you idiot, the towering black berry tree bears fruit, but you are short and small, and you don't want to make progress!" words.Listening to him repeatedly tell the story of picking up junk and selling baskets of broken glass, and finally becoming a millionaire, the concept of "making progress" became concrete and clear before my eyes.

Everyone wants to be rich, at least as rich as Paju Malek, a loan shark in Baghdpur, to whom my building has been pledged, along with the garden in Blackberry Plain. I educate the jujube tree every day to follow the example of the imitation ball Marek and grow taller quickly. I measure the height of jujube trees with a stick twice a day. My anger is getting stronger and stronger, but it turns a blind eye, does not grow taller, and does not bear fruit.In a fit of rage, I brandished a wooden stick and asked Miles to beat it hard. At this time, my father, who was a tax collector, was transferred to Baldaman County, where he hired a high-level English school in Kolkata, and started to climb to the top.

Not long after my father passed away, I laid the cornerstone of my career in the Secretariat. But my younger sister has reached the age of marriage, so I had to ask someone to intercede, borrowed a large amount of debt, and arranged her marriage anyway. My marriage is also on the horizon. On February 9 next year, when the warm wind of the New Year blows inside and outside the body, it will be... Unexpectedly, I was pointed out from my position. My situation is like a bright fruit eaten by vermin, and the wind blows and I fall to the ground. There is a problem with the flowers in spring, and I only blame me for being obedient.

Don't turn your back on the God of Wealth in the office, the God of Wealth at home has already found another newly built Golden Lotus Terrace. I took my diploma and searched for a job. After running around for several days, I was haggard, my eyes were dull, my stomach hurt, my heels were broken, and my skin color was similar to that of old sheets. I went to the door to ask the dignitaries for help, and almost ran off the ground.At this time, I suddenly received a letter saying that Paju Marek, a loan shark, confiscated the real estate I pledged due to the inability to repay the loan when it was due.

I hurried back to my hometown, went upstairs and opened the window and bumped into a tree branch.I was annoyed, so I pushed hard and saw that it was my "student". The jujube tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, which shows to me that it has been "highly promoted", just like the Pazhu who came to occupy the house.Marek is exactly the same. We set off in the cold. It was an extremely long journey with the worst timing, the road was tortuous, the wind was as sharp as a knife, and the cold was irresistible. Camels with humped humps, unbearable foot pain, and violent tempers lie prone on the melting ice and snow from time to time.

Thinking of the palace garden at the bottom of the mountain in spring, the ladies and ladies in gorgeous clothes and holding cups full of sweet wine, I feel very depressed. The porters leading the camels cursed and complained endlessly, and one by one they ran away, looking for liquor and women. The torches have been extinguished, there are no sharpened inns to be found, the cities are full of hostility and suspicion; the villages are dirty and overpriced. Difficulties!In the end we decided to drive through the night and take a nap when we were tired.Hear whoever is singing, it must be a madman!

At dawn, we entered the cool and pleasant valley, the moist fertile soil under the snow line, the air was filled with the smell of thick forests, the mountain stream was flowing, and the blades of the waterwheel beat the darkness. There are three trees standing in the sky.The snow-white old horse gallops along the mountain.We walked to the wine shop with grape vines hanging on the door, and saw two people stepping on empty wine jars, rolling dice at the open gate to make money. Without hearing anything, we moved on.Time flies, in the evening, we arrived at our destination, it should be said.The experience was satisfying.

All of this seems to have happened in the distant past, and it seems to have happened intentionally in the present, write down, please write down this sentence - such a fast and distant place leads us to seek death or life? "Life" has already happened once, and we have indisputable evidence. " before this.I have seen "life" and "death".Self-pay is not the same thing. However, this "life" is very cruel, and its torture is brutal.Like death, like our death. We return to our country, our kingdom.But in the stereotypes and bad customs, there is no peace at all, and the unapproachable people around are holding their own statues

It's easy for me to die. ① This article is a translated poem, the author of the original poem: T. S．Elliott. How old is it?no answer. The ignorant time wanders in the maze of Wutai, and the end of the strange road cannot be seen. The darkness at the bottom of the mountain is like the eyes of a fallen demon, the thick clouds of the warm road oppress the chest of the sky, and the black mist in the cave is like the limbs of the chopped Yelan. The glaring fire in the sky flickers on and off, is it the peeping of the unknown evil star Hong?Or the bloody tongue trembling with primal hunger?

The teardrop-like mess of "metamorphosis", the wreckage of the unfinished game of the living?Or is it the broken cards of profligate power, the forgotten and decayed bridges on the rivers of oblivion? The altar where the snake hole moved in the verses of the gods' arrival and abandonment?The stairway to nothingness of the Germans that corroded before it was made? Mudi, there was a shocking loud noise. Is that the roar of the forbidden copper mountain torrent rushing out of Shengri? Or the frightening mantras chanted by ascetics dancing wildly?The scream of self-destruction in the forest surrounded by fire?

Beneath the terrible din, there is a slight stream of sound, like lava from a volcano erupting, fused with the whispers of mothers, virtuous guardians, vile gossip, and stupid sharp giggles. There, the wandering people are like confetti of history, and in the false light of the torch, their faces are full of fear. One day, groundless suspicion drove a madman to stab his neighbor to death.The unjust ruling immediately sparked widespread angry brawls. A woman wailed in despair: "Alas, alas, we have lost our way and our son has fallen." A beautiful woman with a mellow body full of youthful wine, giggled and said, "It's a trivial matter!" The pious sit in the luminous stillness of the mountaintops, looking for hints of starlight with their sleepless eyes. When the clouds gathered and the birds wailed and flew, he said, "Don't be afraid, brother, remember that man is great." They said disapprovingly: "The primordial power is animal nature, and animal nature is eternal. Honesty is actually self-deception." When they were hit, they asked in panic, "Brother, where are you?" The answer I heard was: I am by your side. Only a little bit of him is missing.They argued: the voice was a hallucination from fear, a masturbation from delusion. In the desert overgrown with thorns, people have killed each other for generations to occupy the mirage. The clouds cleared and the sky cleared, and the morning star jumped out on the eastern horizon.The chest of the earth breathed out a long and pleasant sigh.The forest path is rippling with the whispering of green leaves, and the birds are singing on the branches. "The time has come." Yu Cheng said affirmatively. "What time?" "The hour of departure." They didn't understand what it meant, and sat and guessed wildly. The caress of morning pain penetrates deep into the soil, and the vitality of life emerges from the roots of the world.A slight voice came to everyone's ears: let's go to the "perfect" holy land! This exciting and lofty voice quickly spread through the crowd.A man looks up at the sky, a woman puts her palms together, and a child slaps their hands for a smile. The red sun painted a golden auspicious mole on the brow of the devout.The people cheered in unison: Ah, brother, we praise you. Travelers start from every corner— From the valley of the Nile, from the banks of the Ganges; from the icy Ko Valley of Sife, they sailed across the sea, across the mountains, through the roadless desert, and made their way in the dense forest of Gegairu, to the city wall. Walking in front of the guarded city gate. Some of them hike, some ride horses, elephants, and camels. Some chariots are flying Chinese silk flags. Believers who converted to different religions recited different scriptures and burned incense. The swords of the soldiers guarding the emperor or the cold light and the wind.Cheng Yuwang's drum sounded like thunder. Dervishes wore tattered cassocks, and princes and nobles wore silk robes with silver ribbons and golden ribbons. Young people studying at a fast pace push the old scholars who are walking hard because of the travel expenses of knowledge and the weight of old age. Numerous mother-like virgins and brides talked and laughed.Holding a disc full of white sandalwood incense and a copper pot filled with perfume. In the procession there are blind men, coquettish prostitutes with pungent perfumes, and well-dressed religious merchants who sell gods. What is "perfect?! No one can explain clearly.The explanations made in the past are nothing more than pasting noble labels on self-interest, giving infinite value, bringing endless opportunities for theft without fear, and building an imaginary paradise with the tireless greed of the dirty flesh. The rocky mountain road is rugged and dangerous. The pious lead the way, and behind them are the strong, the weak, the young, the old, the rulers, and the half-fed farmers... Some have blisters on their feet and are exhausted, some are full of thoughts, and some are born. Suspect. They count the steps taken, asking from time to time: How far is it? The devout answer with song. They listened to him singing and frowned, but they dared not go back. The inertia of the flow of people and the hope of cross fat drive them forward. They sleep less, shorten their rest periods, and start a fierce competition to surpass each other, lest they fall behind and be deceived. Dusk followed day by day, and unknown invitations beckoned to them with invisible signals. Their expressions became stern, and their complaints became more and more harsh. into the night. People who trekked for a day sat down on money mats under the banyan tree. A gust of wind blew out the lamp, and the sticky darkness was like a coma. L people stood up in the crowd, pointed at the guide and shouted: Liar, you lied to us. " Severe questions burst out of each throat, the women gritted their teeth, and the men cursed.In the end, a bold person attacked him with lightning speed.A man stood up, punched and kicked, and his lifeless body fell to the ground. In the silent night, the sound of gully water could be faintly heard in the distance, and the faint fragrance of jasmine floated in the air. The travelers were startled. The woman sobbed, and the man snapped: "Don't cry!" The whipped dog barked and stopped barking. The night is long. Men and women fiercely debate who is to blame? When they roared, roared, and were about to draw their swords, the night became thinner, and the rays of light swept across the mountain peaks and filled the sky. They slowly calmed down. The sun reached out and stroked the peaceful forehead of the blood-stained dead man regretfully. The women burst into tears and the men covered their faces with their hands.Someone tries to get away, but he can't move. The chains of guilt bind him to the innocent victim. They asked each other in pain, "Who will show us the way?" "The people we killed showed us the way," said an old man in the east. Everyone bowed their heads silently. "Doubt made us abandon him," continued the old man, "in rage we killed him, and now love has made us accept him, and his death has brought him back to life, and he is the great conqueror of death .” They all stood up; shouted in unison: "Victory to the conqueror of death!" Young people appeal: "Forward to the holy land of love and strength!" Thousands of throats swore: "We will overcome this world and the world to come!" They can't see the goal clearly, but they have the same enthusiasm.Their shared burning desire defies the danger of death.They no longer ask how far the road is, they have no doubts in their hearts, and they walk without fatigue. The spirits of dead guides were in their hearts and before them.He transcends death and crosses the bounds of life. They walked through the crops where the seeds were sown, through the impoverished land where the emaciated bodies hoped to recharge their vitality, along the highways of densely populated cities, and across the desolate wasteland of communication, where Nida's counterfeit case was transferred back to the ground and the broken merits were held in his arms, he Yi Mengxin spread behind the Orion's obstinate wall, and Yang advocated the outpost to transfer the guest. On the way, they survived the long blazing sound and the time when the sunset continued to talk, and they asked the prophet: "Is the future the closure of our highest hope?" "No, that's the afterglow of the setting sun on the peaks of the evening clouds," said Prophet Hong. The young man encouraged: "Don't stop, friend, step through the darkness of night, we will reach the kingdom of light." They moved forward in the dark, the road realized the mission, and the dust under their feet indicated the direction with a silent touch. On the journey leading to the fairyland, Xingdou encouraged them with silent lyrics: Travel companions, go forward bravely! The passer-by volleys the message: it's almost there. The first rays of morning light shone on the dewy leaves. The astrologer said, "Friend, here we are." On the side of the road, endless mature ears of rice swayed in the soft wind.The cheers of the earth respond to the changing colors of the clouds.From foothills to river mud.In one village after another, people flowed peacefully every day.The potter's wheel turns happily, the woodcutter carries firewood to the market, the shepherd boy herds a calf in the field, and the young woman walks home along the green path by the river with a pitcher on her head. However, where is the castle of the emperor?Where is the gold mine?Where is the ancient holy scriptures that contain spells that kill and deceive people? "Xingdou's signal is infallible. Their signal fell here." After the astrologer said, he walked to the spring beside the road with a reverent expression. The spring water surging in the spring is like liquid brilliance, the dawn is rippling in the tide of music that melts and laughs, and in the palm tree forest a stone's throw away, a hut is immersed in indescribable tranquility.A strange poet from the seashore sang at the door: "Mother, open the door!" A beam of sunlight obliquely shone on the chaifei. The gathered people seemed to hear the words created in the prehistoric era in their veins: Mother, open the door! The door opened. The mother sat on the straw couch with her son in her arms. The waiting sun shines on the face of the morning star-like baby in Zhaoxia's arms. The poet plays the lyre, and the song floats in the sky--victory to man, to the newborn atom, to the immortal. Monarchs, beggars, scholars, sinners, wits, fools... all knelt on their knees and cheered in unison: "Victory belongs to human beings! It belongs to newborns! It belongs to eternal life!"