Chapter 8 maritime communications

In the late autumn sun, only a golden light is left, floating in the smoky western cape.The sea surface, which was originally yellow, was even more pitifully red by the setting sun.Looking from the stern of the ship, I can see a row of flat land in the distance, nodding to me indistinctly.On the shoreline of this land, there are many thin shadows of masts one or two inches long, which are exactly like the distant grass in the painting, and they are reluctant to say goodbye. Microwaves arose on the sea, layers of fine waves, reflected by the setting sun, suddenly glowed, and the rustling coolness forced people's hearts.The light sky looks like Liren's teary eyes, with only a red circle around it.When it's cold and cold, it's the sunset when we cry goodbye.At the head of the Yangtze River, several bagpipes sounded, and I boarded this ship wandering in the world again.

As far as my temperament is concerned, at such a time, I happen to be intoxicated in the sadness of saying goodbye, and fully enjoy the sweetness of a sentimental experience.Otherwise, I should also create a pitiful atmosphere, which makes me feel that I am in a state of dust and dust, and I can't accomplish anything.If you can’t do the above two things, you should at least watch the sunset on the sea and enjoy the great natural smoke scene.But I can't brew any of these three kinds of feelings. I stand blankly on the hatchway in the middle of the messy ship. My heart is only filled with a few people before I am willing to give up.Where is the cause of this resentment?One is because when I boarded the ship, a dirty foreigner at the customs insisted on opening my books for inspection. After the inspection, he wanted to take away a volume of Lenin's writings that I admired.It's because a family in Xinkaihekou bought the box office and charged me for the first-class boat fare.Tricked me into a second-class cabin.

Ahhh, plundering and cheating are human nature. If you can be insightful, you don’t deserve this kind of anger, but my tolerance is as narrow as that of the God of Jesus.My woman has told me several times that this is my fatal injury, but no matter what, I can't get rid of this bad habit. As the ship went further and further away, the scenery on both sides of the strait became desolate step by step, and the sky also became dusk. My resentment finally subsided gradually. Moruo, like me, Chengjun, let me tell you the truth, since you disembarked and landed, I haven't thought of the lonely shadows of the three of you until now.Ah, we were originally born against the times, and we were destined to suffer in previous lives.This time I am going north, don't think that I am going for pleasure, my future is full of troubles!

As the sky darkened, I thought of the woman at home staring at me upstairs, I thought of the child babbling in the nurse's arms, and I even thought of several friends who were suffering more than us; ah, ah, Waves of the sea, if you can swallow me like this, it will save me a lot of trouble.I am willing to turn into a pile of spring snow and lie in the sunshine in May. I am willing to replace the falling flowers and sink into the depths of the mud. I am willing to bear the tuberculosis of young men and women all over the world, and wipe out the rest of my life here. ah ah!These sentimental chants can only win smiles from the devil. A few literati who prostrate themselves in front of the capitalists, or those golden cups who are about to take this article of mine to serve their lewd pleasures, I won’t say anything, I won’t I wrote, when the red cloud over the western sea clears, let's go to the cabin and drink a glass of brandy. This is what the Japanese call Yakezake!