Chapter 65 Teacher, is this okay?

When I woke up, I saw that the moonlight was unbelievably bright. This is an ancient city in Central Java, called Yogyakarta, surrounded by volcanoes that are about to explode. On that day, because the moon was full, there was a dance performance on the outskirts of the city, which was used far and near; an ancient temple made of black igneous rocks They all became the stage setting under the moon, and when the dancing posture was wandering around, there was a kind of fierceness and affection.The singing voice is long and sad (I don't know if it has something to do with the uneasy rocks that are about to explode from time to time, and the uneasy earth that is about to shake every moment).After watching the show and returning to the hostel, I was tired and fell asleep on the bed.

In my dream, I met Teacher Li. She is still the same as she was ten years ago, and it is strange that in my dream I immediately think that she has been dead for many years.At that time, I secretly laughed in my heart: "Teacher, you are such a naughty old man! People are obviously dead, but they sneak back to the world to play. Well, I won't tell you, you have fun!" The teacher in the dream is still seventy years old, still full of enthusiasm, still has the softness of women and the fierceness of men, and still has the stubbornness of Taishan people who never know how to look back.

I looked at her in my dream, neither the grief of reuniting with a loved one, nor the fear of dreaming about the dead, but only looked at her with a feeling that was almost doting.I feel like she is like a little girl who ran all the way back because she was nostalgic for the world. Between life and death, she was able to hold a certificate because of love. Then, the teacher disappeared, and I woke up on the pillow of tears in a foreign land, moved a chair, and sat alone in the yard, under the astonishing flow of moonlight.I sat in a daze, my heart was lightly intertwined with thousands of threads, not pain, but melancholy, I only felt the warm tears and the cold moon reflecting each other intentionally or unintentionally.

Is it because of the dance drama under the moon just now?Is it the throbbing caused by hundreds of people performing their joys and sorrows on the stage?Is it because of the horror and pathos of the original mythology in the play "Rama Nana"?Why do I dream of her tonight? I remember when I first met Mrs. Li, she strongly encouraged me to write plays.I remember many nights in the sky, I went to the small building where she worked and told her my original idea, and how she solved my doubts one by one. And what is she going to tell me tonight when she comes here?Excited to discuss with me the Ramana dance drama from ancient India?Or do you want to ask me what achievements I can present to others in the past ten years?The moonlight on the equator is unexpectedly so clear as water, I feel a little sad, not for my teacher, but for myself.The so-called life is so long and so short, the so-called world has so much to do but so little!And me, who has been loved, expected, pampered, and slandered, can I be worthy of the person I once called her a teacher in Hunmeng?

The moon is in the sky, the wind is in the trees, and the mountains are boiling in the distance, and the teacher's voice is still in the dream.At this time, I feel sad and happy, and there is no separation between life and death.All I can say is, O Teacher, I am still living, walking, looking, thinking, bewildering, begging, loving, and giving - O Teacher!Like this, is it okay? Postscript: "Painting" is my first script. Because I think it has too much practice, it was not officially included in the drama. Recently, my friend Jiang Wei must write a Cantonese performance. I remember this dream and pay it.Teacher Li Mangui was the person who encouraged me—to be honest, "reluctantly"—to write dramas. He has passed away for ten years. In addition to being a teacher of literature, he also encourages himself, hoping that he can be a person who "has something to share with others." "people.