Chapter 8 8

Bart Krista, a freshman in high school, speaks acrimoniously and is a devil in the eyes of his timid classmates. He nicknamed Sunita "White Crane" for no reason. The nickname later changed to "Duckling" and finally "Pure Duck".The nickname itself has no special meaning, it's just a joke. Simple and honest people are afraid of being ridiculed, but they often become the object of ridicule.The ranks of the cruel ones are growing day by day, shooting strange poisonous arrows everywhere.Polo of Bartkrystal also stabbed Sunita with an unknown mocking needle with inexplicable disgust.

Poor Sunita had to transfer to another school in order to get rid of it. However, there is still the uneasy prudence of the past in his veins, and the brutal and evil Bart Krista has deeply branded the injustice of life and ruthless cynicism into his heart. Bart Krista read Sunita's temperament, met him on the road, and always reminded him of the drowsy fear in his heart, just for fun, showing off his pride in having tyrannical methods.He still called Sunita by his nickname and still gave him a funny smile. After graduating from college, Sunita tried to fall into the ranks of lawyers, but there were no gaps in the ranks of lawyers for him to squeeze in.

He lacks opportunities to make money, but he does not lack time. He plays the piano and sings to fill the void in life.Later, he simply worshiped the artist Nyamade as his teacher and devoted himself to studying music. His younger sister, Suzu, has a bachelor's degree at Dayerson College, founded by the British, and has vowed to wear the top hat of a master's degree in mathematics.She is slender and light-footed, with a curious light behind a pair of short-sighted glasses, full of joy and sweet smiles in body and mind. His girlfriend Mamarani, who admires him, speaks in a soft voice, her eyelashes are slightly rippling with soul-stirring shadows, and she wears two delicate tweezers on her slender wrists.She studied philosophy, and she blushed before discussing problems.

It's not that Su Zu has never seen his brother's secrets, but he tried his best to suppress his laughter in front of him, so as not to embarrass him. On Sunday, the Su group invited Umarani to have tea. It was raining torrentially, and the streets were submerged.Sunita sat alone in front of the store and played the rain song.He knew that Uma was in the next room, and the good news mingled with his heartbeat, and he shuddered. Su Fang suddenly came to his brother's room, took his qin and said, "Uma Lani specially asked me to tell you to ask you to sing for her, and she will never forgive you if you don't sing."

Uma blushed with embarrassment, but for a moment she couldn't think of an appropriate way to protest Sister Su's fabrication of lies. Before dusk, the darkness thickens, the door shakes impatiently in the wind, the slanting rain beats on the window panes, a lily flower in the porch emits a fragrance, knee-high rainwater accumulates on the street, and cars drive in the water. In the unlit room, Sunita played and sang emotionally: The drizzle is close; Oh, come, my sweetheart... His heart flew to the heaven of music, and all the noises in the world merged into the perfect music. In the endless clear water of fleeting years, a "beautiful" hundred-pound lotus blossomed. Sitting in the middle of the lotus, he was completely reborn.

On the platform and at the top of the stairs came grinning and shouting: Is the purebred duck here? " Wang Yagou Bart Krista broke through Wuwei and returned to the ground, and Sunita stood at the door, spraying calm and calm anger in two breaths, moving the thunderbolt thrown by the team of Xia Shenyin & Luohu Yutian. But Chris smiled embarrassedly and said something, and Ban Niha shouted: Shut up! " Like a double-bid with one foot on the bottom, Bart Krista's subdued call basically stopped. The Gospel of the Immortal Image As if the gutter is eclipsed and the eyes are black and huge, the shadow of dusk engulfed the courtyard ahead of time.There was a roar from outside: "Open the door!"

The living beings in the house were terrified. They pushed against the door tremblingly, put the latch on, and asked tremblingly, "Who are you?" Another thunderous roar: "I am the envoy of the soil kingdom, the time has come, and I am here to collect debts." The iron chains on the door rattled, and the walls shook violently.The air in the room sighs, the flapping of the wings of the birds in the air, like the heart muscle at night There was a cold ring, the door was broken, and the door panel fell to the ground and was destroyed. Life trembled: "Oh Tupo, oh Cruel One, what do you want?"

"The body," said the messenger. Life lamented: "All these years my entertainments have been carried on in the shell, I have danced in the cause of the atoms, and played music in the veins. Will my celebration be ruined in a moment, the flute flutters and the tambourine bursts, the days of joy Into the bottomless night?" Make and remain unmoved: "Your body owes a debt, and it's time to repay the debt. The soil of your body must return to the treasure house of soil." You want to get back the loan of the soil, just get it back. "Life refused to accept, "Why do you ask for more things? "

The envoy said without sarcasm: "Your barren body is like a crescent moon that is tired and thin. What is valuable inside!" "The clay is yours, but the image is not yours," argued Life. The messenger laughed loudly: "You can peel off the image from the body, just peel it off." "I will be able to peel it off." Life swears. The confidant soul of life rushed to the holy place of light where the celebration was held starry night, and prayed with folded hands: "Oh, great brilliance! Great splendor! Oh, source of image! Don't deny your truth around the rough soil, don't insult your creation !What right does he have to destroy the image you have? What spell did he say to bring me to tears?"

Penance for the soul. A thousand years have passed, ten thousand years have passed, and life is weeping. On the road, the image of the flower window is transported non-stop. The biological world prays day and night: 'Oh, the creator of the image mountain!Heh, image lover Guang'Baituan' Guolin Queke Wang Zhao, the news broadcaster who lived in Zhengluhui! " An era has been destroyed. Faintly came the drum head of heaven: return to the soil that belongs to the soil, the image of meditation remains in my moss, I promise, the image of extinction 1 is revealed again, the invisible shadow grasping the light's arm will attend your gaze event.The whining of the conch blows, the image returns to the abstract country, and admirers of the image come from all directions.

Day by day, year by year.Life still cries. What does life expect? " Life clasped his hands together and said, "The messenger of the earth pointed to my throat with a cruel hand and said, 'The throat is mine.' I retorted that the flute of the earth is yours, but the sound does not belong to you. He sneered A cry. God's will, the arrogance of the hardened earth will be the victor? His eyes and ears will droop, and his deafness will forever stifle your voice? The free-spirited chest that bears 'immortality' How could God allow the construction of 'stiff' triumphal columns? " Another imperial decree came from heaven: Don’t worry, the unheard waves of the gospel in the sea of ​​clouds will not subside, and the soul’s penance will finally come to fruition. This is my blessing. The atrophied throat dissolves into the soil, and the eternal throat carries the will. The color of the soul sends back to silent song the lost gospel of the drive-thru of the monster of the earth, and the mortal world resounds with triumphant cheers. The bodiless image and the bodiless gospel, united in the paradise of the seaside shell of life. Sangel Tong Gu Bo points, able to speak policeman, famous all over the world. His quick thinking is like the sharp forks of a mountain eagle, spreading the wings of the opponent's arguments like lightning, making them fall to the dust. An orator from South India came to Yaike to attract his reputation and proposed a debate in front of the imperial court. The winner of the debate will be rewarded by the king. After Sanger accepted the challenge, he found that the turban was dirty and hurried to the dyer's house. The Muslim Chahim's dyeing house is next to a vegetable patch surrounded by hedges.His daughter Amina, seventeen years old, sang songs, crushed paint, and adjusted the colors.Her hair was braided in red tassels, she wore a brown shawl, and she wore a sky blue sari. When she handed the paint bowl to the dyer's father, Sanger walked into the dyer's house and said: "Chahim, the king ordered me to go to the palace to debate, please wash and dye my turban to golden yellow." Clear canal cement tears flow into the vegetable field.Amina washed her turban in the shade of the mulberry tree beside her. The warm spring sunshine illuminates the water in the canal, and the turtledove crows for the last time in the distant mango tree. "Amina washed the turban and put it on the grass to dry. Suddenly, she saw a line of poetry on it: Your wonderful feet hang down on my forehead. She became absorbed in meditation, but she couldn't hear the crowing of the mango tree dove. In the end, she fetched silk thread from the dyeing room and embroidered a line of poetry: But she couldn't feel the caress in her heart. Two days later, Sanger came to the dyeing room and asked, "Who embroidered on my turban?" Chahim hurriedly saluted: "Sir, it's my ignorant daughter. Please forgive her rash behavior. Let's debate in the main hall. No one can see and understand that sentence." Sanger turned to Amina and said: "Jizai, you let the caress of your wonderful feet fall on your proud and entwined forehead, and walked into my heart along your filigree thread. My road to the palace has disappeared, and I will never leave it in the future." won't find it." The empowerment ceremony of Malati Crown Prince Bakirao is scheduled to be held tomorrow morning. The folk artist Girdani was not allowed to enter the imperial temple. He sat on a linden tree in the corner of the courtyard, played the monochord, and said to himself: "God, who made you sit on the hard golden chair?" At midnight, the first quarter moon slowly falls. In front of Yuanzhifu's gate, the lights are bright, the drums are loud, and Gerdani sings: I am coming along the forest path, How long has Bi Ge been crying at dinner. They put their ears on the sergeant, Looking forward to the worry-free footprints on the chest. After the dedication ceremony is over, the gate of the temple is closed.A crowd flocked to the palace, and Gerdani went on singing: bad week of life, Is Bai Yang in Shi Lei the purpose of moving our group? Foresaw the blending of you and me, You came down from heaven. The black linden, Gerdani sings alone, while Bakirao listens close by: The body calls me to rush out of the closed house, A total of Drum Mountains and Mirror Lakes, To dispel the loneliness of wandering, Be free in your heart. , The stone prison surrounded by the barbed wire that made the shore, Let them guard day and night! In the morning, Venus stands indifferently in the rays of the sun.Drums and music blared in front of the palace gate, the priest brought holy water, and the grand ceremony was about to begin. In the deserted imperial temple, the candlelight was confused and dim, and sacrifices were placed messily in front of the statue. Baselao left quietly and set foot on the road of roaming.The holy elder Ramananda fiddled with rosary beads and chanted sutras during the day. At dusk, he offered sacrifices; he took the reward of the gods in his heart, and his hunger was instantly quenched. One day when a temple fair was held, the king and queen arrived. In addition, a group of learned scholars and believers of various sects who wore marks came from all over the world. After the evening treatment, Luo Monanfang made an offering before planting the feet as usual. He was worried that he would not be able to get the thoughts of God, and he could not swallow the food. Two days after giving birth, Rama didn't realize it, and said firmly, "Could it be that I have committed a crime?" Do you think I am in Weimar?I confessed in a hurry; the common people who did not feel that they entered my temple that day also had to be punished all over their bodies, Hong Kong and the souls of life who had twisted their feet of her holy water, sold goods in their straight snow.I am indignant at what he asked, today your offering is impure nine" "Lord, the etiquette must be maintained." Ramananda looked anxiously at the face of God. Anger spewed from the eyes of this kind, and in the garden of the vast world created by my own hands, all living beings were invited to answer.You are trying to build a barrier of etiquette here to limit my power, how audacious! " Luo Mo Nan Tuo said shamelessly: "In the Ming Dynasty, I will go beyond the boundaries of etiquette and eliminate my arrogance from the world you created." Late at night, the stars seem to be meditating.Ramananda woke up suddenly and heard God urging: "The time has come, fulfill your promise." Ramo Nanda clasped his hands together: "It's dark at night and the roads are dark, and the birds don't sing. I'm waiting for the dawn." Does Lang Lang always rise at the end of time? "God rebukes, your heart wakes up and hears the hour of my life, the dawn has come, go, fulfill your lies? Ramananda continued to walk out of the temple with the Big Dipper on his head. He left the city, walked through the village, and came to the crematorium by the river.A man of the Chandir caste is busy burning dead bodies. Ramananda reached out to catch him in front of his chest. The man looked comprehensible: "Master, my name is Nava, and I belong to the Chandar caste. My profession is despised by others. Don't make me a sinner who insults you." "I have fallen to death in my heart." Ramananda said sadly, "so I have not been able to see you. Now I need you very much, without you. The funeral of the dead in my heart cannot be held." Say it, Ramananda move on. The morning bird is melancholy, and the morning star disappears in the morning light. Kapil sat in the yard humming weaving, and Ramananda sat down beside him.Put your arms around his neck. Kapil hurriedly introduced himself as a master, I am a Muslim, and my occupation is low. " Rama Nanda said gently: "My friend, when I am not with you, I am naked in my heart, and my heart is stained with dust. Today, I wear the pure cloth you woven, and my shame is gone." Several disciples found Ramananda in the courtyard, and blamed him: "Master, what a shame!" "I found God where I lost God." Ramananda said frankly. The sun was rising slowly, and the golden sunlight Zhou Keluo greeted Nanda's joyful face. Robidas, a senior cobbler, is sweeping the floor. The road is his relative, and loneliness is his partner. Pedestrians walked away from him. The elder Ramananda finished his morning bath and walked back to the monastery.A foot away from him, Robidas prostrated himself on the ground, prostrating. Rama Nanda asked in amazement, "My friend, who are you?" "I am the dry dust on the road, master, you are the clouds in the sky, if you fall the rain of love, the dumb dust will sing loudly, and the flowers will bloom everywhere." Ramananda took him to his chest and gave him love. The melodious spring breeze blows into the flowers of Robidas' life.The singing sound reached the ears of King Jitor's Queen Valli, and she couldn't help but feel sad, tears rolled down her eyes as she ordered the maids of the tribe to do things. Abandoning the dignity of the queen, Jiali found Robidas and converted to Vishnu sect. The priest of Nian Gao Dezhu of the royal family heard this, and said to the queen in grief and indignation: "Shame, queen, Robidas is of a low caste, and you call him master, and you have lost the face of the Brahmins of your kingdom." The queen said solemnly: "Listen to me, venerable priest, you have been working day and night to break the knot of discipline and discipline, not knowing that the gold of love has been lost, and it was my master who picked it up from the dust. You May proudly cling to meaningless knotted cords, but I am a beggar of love's gold, rather a gift with dust on my head." Facing the east, Ramananda acted like a vivacious roar to seal the power of water and live essence, and the river water that seemed to be touched by a golden stick swept the whole party.On the first night, he threw himself into his arms because of the excuse, and said to himself in the fair voice: ah.Why don't you just stare at Qiu's heart.Take off your mask. " The morning sun rises over the tops of the shark trees.The fishermen set sail.A group of white cranes flew out of the swamp and flew into the sunny blue sky. The master's holy bath has not ended for a long time.The disciple said anxiously: "Master, there is no need to delay, the time to worship the gods has come." The master said: "My body is not clean, and the Ganges River is far away from my heart." The disciple sat down and thought: What does this mean? The sun shines on the mustard fields.A flower girl sells flowers on the side of the road.Cow women head to the market with milk jugs on their heads. The master came out of the water thoughtfully and walked ashore, passing through the bushes where the yellow harriers sang. The disciple asked suspiciously: "Master, where are you going? The front is not a village for the upper class." Ramananda said, "I am on the way to complete the holy bath." At the end of the beach is a village.The master walked into the harbor surrounded by mulberry trees, and monkeys jumped on the branches. At the back of the alley is the house of the tanner Weigan, from which the stench of livestock hides wafts, vultures are circling in the air, and scrawny wild dogs are gnawing bones. Standing outside the village, the disciple frowned, and silently recited "Rama, Rama." Wei Qiang kowtowed to Ramananda in awe. Ramananda helped him up and hugged him. Wei Qiang panicked and said: "Master, don't do this, the filth in the stockholder's house will damage your holy body." "Go down to the river far away from your village to bathe. My heart cannot communicate with the Ganges that cleanses everything." Rama Nanda said happily, "At this moment, the holy water that purifies everything has penetrated our bodies. Today, I failed to worship the Sun God. I said, Sun God, why is the aura in my body similar to yours?" Won't it flash? At this moment, it shines on your forehead and mine, and I don't have to go to the temple from now on." ①Protect the place of residence of Dashen Bank.