Chapter 4 grass and duckweed

Shen Congwen Little Ping'er was blown by the wind and stopped on a strange shore.He turned around and opened his two small eyes to observe this new world. He wanted to know whether the place where he was now anchored was different from the uncomfortable place where he had lived before.He also thought: ——Maybe this is the kingdom of the rainbow that the poet told us! Naturally, this is a very easy solution!He knew at once that what he had guessed was disappointment.He saw no rose-colored clouds, no diamond stars.I didn't see a little fairy with silvery white wings and the tip of the wings dipped in the bright blue sky, nor did I see a real killer sitting on the back of a butterfly and drinking out of the flower petals as wine.The world he sees is still a world of turmoil and turmoil like a pot of loach, which is incessantly and meaninglessly agitated.The sky was pale and gray like the face of a prisoner who died of illness, which made him dare not raise his head to look at it for a second time.

He was going to cry!So he sang a song to express his distress: "Nong lost his family, and there is nothing to send for Ping's body injury. There are many winds and snows in the rivers and lakes, and Nong is often sent to and fro. The wind and snow send you off, and send you back; you don’t dare to know the old way, you are afraid of disturbing your whereabouts,..." He believed that after his singing, he could exchange some tears for others. In the light of the past era, there was a The butterfly with broken wings fell in the grass, unable to find its lover, once shed tears in front of him, and besides, there was no second time of the same thing! At this moment, a sudden voice stopped He: "Xiao Ping'er, I'm so sad!There are also poplars wandering in the same way. "

The voice was gentle and clear, just like the spring breeze blowing on his shoulders, it was a kind of sympathetic caress.He was amazed, and thought: —Who is this?Why do you know me?Could it be the little butterfly who hasn't heard from her for a long time?Or maybe Yanghua is her daughter... But when he looked around with his eyes full of crystal clear tears, he couldn't see a small creature.He hurriedly raised his voice: "Hello! Friend, who are you? Where are you talking?" "My friend, you can't find me, can you? I'm not one of those great things! Although my heart is not small in my own eyes, my actual body is no different from yours. If you lower your gaze a little, you will You see me...Yes, yes, a little lower,...that's right!"

Following the sound, he found a small grass next to a glass house on Lukan.She wore a green dress that was so old it was about to fade.It looks like we can be friends.When Xiao Ping'er turned her eyes to her body, she said with a smile: "My friend, I heard you sing. It's very good. What sad thing makes you sing such a tune? If you think I am enough to be your friend, I would like you to sing." Tell me about all your pains in detail. We are walking together on this lonely journey relying on dreaming to fill up the pain!" Xiao Ping'er cried again, because it was the first time he heard someone talking to him in such a gentle tone.

So he told Xiaocao all the sad things he used to tell the moon but the moon ignored him.He then asked her how she lived. "Me? It seems a little different from you. But I didn't grow up here when I was young. I still remember my home: I have never seen any snow that is so cold, nor any strong wind that blows my head, and the air is not as dry as here, and I feel thirsty all the time-in short, it is much better than this.Fortunately, I have the opportunity to live next to this greenhouse, otherwise, I would be worse than you! " He had heard other acquaintances say that the greenhouse was a very strange thing.Those who stay in the greenhouse don't know what the seasons are, and live the life of spring forever.Even though it is the end of autumn, things like green peaches and cherry blossoms will still be in full bloom.In the meantime, the humble and insignificant saxifrage can also bloom beautiful and moving flowers, and the most innocuous calamus will also become strangely powerful.But he has never seen what a greenhouse looks like with his own eyes.

"Oh! You live next to the greenhouse, please don't laugh at me for being shallow and pitiful. I don't know what kind of place a greenhouse is." From his questioning, it can be seen that he is slightly envious. "It's a good thing that you don't know. Unfortunately, I—" Xiao Ping'er rushed to ask again: "My friend, I heard that the greenhouse lives in spring all the year round! Why do you So haggard? Are you complaining about a broken relationship? " "It's hard to say!" Xiaocao sighed.After a pause, she seemed to be searching for something in her mind, and then she continued, "This is a long story. If you don't mind, I can tell you from the beginning. I was just as you guessed. So happy, talking and laughing with some girls and teenagers every day. What a ball, peony and peony are married... You see, although I don't look pretty like this, but they are not good without me at the banquet One time, when spring really came, a poet came. They all said he was a poet, and I saw that he was no different from a boy who couldn’t sing. Mao's face and mouth are not happy. It is not strange to have a sharp mouth, but he is particularly annoying if he has a sharp mouth. His long eyebrows, his brand-new green clothes, and his clear voice really annoyed him. That group of frivolous people who don't care about shame are shocked! Especially Xiaotao,—" "Isn't that the great poet Yingge?" According to the shape of the poet Xiaocao mentioned, he thought, it must be Ying who can sing hymns Bro.But there are many people who can sing while wearing green clothes, so I asked again.

"Shh! Poet? It's just a little bit of eloquence, it's just a slut! I clearly saw him abandon the woman he lived in and fly to the corner of the garden to secretly kiss Haitang. " She said nothing but dissatisfaction with the pretty poet.Xiao Ping'er thought: Maybe she is a little jealous of this poet! But he was embarrassed to ask Xiaocao this question, they were just new friends.He only asked: "Then, they are all belittled by that poet!" "No. And—" "Who else?" "There are also roses. Although she often listens to the sharp-mouthed and boring poet singing love songs with a smile, but when he flies to her side playfully and wants to kiss his tender lips, she gives He stabbed hard."

"In the future,—you?" "Did you ask me why I don't come to the greenhouse anymore? I could have lived there. Because at the autumn's farewell banquet, everyone agreed to hold a dance party, and my restless mind ran away again. Went to participate. In the process, everyone felt a little miserable, even though they knew that spring would never die forever." "Where's the poet?" "The poet has gone somewhere. Some sisters also thought that because there was no one to sing, the whole hall was depressed and unhappy. Soon a little lame poet was invited from elsewhere. He was pitifully small and It's not as big as a ginkgo fruit.

Wearing a short black oiled silk jacket, he hopped and hopped as he walked—""Is that a cricket? "Actually, Xiao Ping'er doesn't know Cricket, but the name is familiar to him! "Yes. I didn't know his name until later. Then you probably know him!" He can really sing.His songs can touch everything, although the tune is very simple. ——The reason why I don't spend the winter in the greenhouse, and I would like to go outside to join some unfortunate victims of the blizzard, is because I was moved by his song. ——Looking at how insignificant he looks, it's really not worth looking straight at him.But when the first song was sung, their tears were squeezed out together!

He sang 'Depression Different Generations Different Times'.This is an old poem, but please think, at such a farewell banquet, how can this kind of poem not touch their hearts?Among them, the one who felt particularly sad was that Mizuliu. She was originally the former residence of the poet in green.Thinking of that day, "Looking at the shadows in front of the flow, graceful and graceful", I am really sad!At the end, he sang, "The beautiful and beautiful are flattered, and the broken branches are abandoned by the stumped..." which made Misihe cry again. ... There are many good sentences, but unfortunately I can't write them down one by one.After that, the lame poet stayed with me.Because of our frequent conversations, we realized that he was also a vagabond and has a temper that goes with the situation. ——" He thought, in this way, the poet can get to know each other, so he asked: "What about now? "

"Because he was not very stable, he left soon!" When Xiao Ping'er heard his friend's reply, she felt as if she had lost something, and remained silent for a long time.At the end, he asked her how she sang "Xiao Ping'er, you are full of sorrow, and you are also wandering with flowers!" When who taught her that song, Xiaocao turned her head and said shyly that it was the lame poet . Made on February 14, 1925