Chapter 5 Remote Night - Part 1 and Part 2

Shen Congwen one I can't seem to go up this high and dangerous stone bridge. I don't know which elder once said with his mouth close to my ear: "Climb high, fall hard!" I really don't know where this sentence came from. The stone bridge is extremely beautiful.I have never seen marble, but at this moment I saw that no other stone but marble could have made such a bridge, so tall, so majestic, and so beautiful!The bridge is built over a deep and narrow stream. There are many stone steps on both ends of the bridge: the stone steps on the up side are flat and easy to walk on, while the down side is steep and straight.I went up to the top of the bridge without knowing it.I carefully held the empty flower railing made of black horniness and looked down, ah, don't scare me to death!Thirty feet, maybe more.The stream below was probably dried up. Looking at the countless large and stupid white stones left over for the bridge, I lazily slept in the creek.In the crevice of the stone, a small but lively trickle is walking and singing like dancing.

I looked up at the sky again, the sky was blue, so blue that I was afraid of people!What a strange thing!Why do so many small five-color stars like small electric lights jump out of the blue sky?They run all over the sky, and my eyes are dazzled by their light. What kind of world is this?Could this place be a place like the Heavenly Palace that people usually call?I want to ask someone who lives here, but I look around as far as I can, except for some towering green trees, some tender white daffodils under the willow sticks showing their round faces among the light green leaves like small swords , not even a small creature - something as small as a sparrow! ...

Or it's too cold!Yes, there is a cool breeze in this place, and I am trembling. But this wind is what I am willing to get close to. All the grievances in my heart were blown away when I felt the wind for the first time! I would never have thought then of the many unpleasant things of the past twenty years. I seem to be satisfied, but not as satisfied as I used to be when I suddenly got a piece of toast with marmalade when I was feeling empty in my stomach, nor like I was suddenly satisfied when I was unable to go to the library to warm up one morning without money a month ago. Finding a two-dime coin in my third pocket is such a pleasure, I am not physically and mentally happy, because this is the country where my soul travels in the rainbow, and my soul is also dissolved by this great world of harmony!

——I forgot to buy an appointment for my revisit, what a frustrating and sad thing this is! two When I stood behind a locust tree against the wall and secretly opened the screen of my heart to receive the singing like a silver kite, I forgot that this was a dream. How cute she is!I know her face even though I don't know it.She is a beautiful, gentle, and beautiful woman. She possesses the beauty of the world and the beauty of women by herself.She must be wearing a lavender cheongsam, and her hair must be black and shiny... I can tell from her smiling voice brushing my ears and the clear singing voice in my heart that my guess is right.

Her song is born with a pair of silver tulle wings: not only can you run to this time to be with her and spend one or two or three foreign dollars. It went into the heart of the vulgar man who bought her singing, and also ran into the heart of the timid child behind the acacia! ...Maybe I can reach the hearts of all the people who are illuminated by the little moon in the sky at this time, and take advantage of the cool and autumnal breeze with some rice fragrance. The singing stopped.This is clearly a physical malfunction, not the end of the song. Still leaning on the locust tree, I searched with my ears and my heart for the rustle that leaked out from the white-flowered window curtain after the singing.

"Hey...!" What a pleasant cough!pitiful!This is obviously a coquettish expression after the little throat is tired of tense.Thinking of bearing the vulgar and disgusting moment after being lazy, it seems that there are many little flower needles pricking in my heart. But I didn't run away just because of this, pride won't win the battle against jealousy in the end. "Sing one more time, little bird." The man's voice, like an old bird's, hit my ears.This voice was spoken by a rough and cruel player who was used to ordering others to obey his money.Oh my God!Is this what should be said about a woman, and such a lovely and poor woman?Is her singing like a silver kite worth pleading with a gentle tone?One, two or three foreign dollars have trampled her freedom and dignity, damn it!Damn man!

She seems to be singing again!At this time, the singing voice seemed a little jerky than before, and there was a crying sound in every word, every sentence, and the ending sound; this crying sound was easy to detect.The continued singing was mixed with the man's satisfied and happy applause; the song was as follows: Poor little bird! You don't have to sing any more! The dreams you sang will no longer come true. Everything is dead! Everything died at the same time! The moon sister who made you sad put on a cloak, she won't throw it away for your singing, the star with your eyes is married, the rose is withered - for the broken love, the daffodils are withered - for the broken love .

Poor bird! You don't have to—please don't sing any more! The warmth in my heart is exhausted for your song! Poor bird! For the moon, for the stars, for the roses, for the narcissus, for me, for everything, for love and no more songs! I really didn't have the courage to continue listening.Just now with the singing, I felt a bit of warmth like a spring breeze in my heart, but it has been pursued by her singing in the future!I knew that if I listened to it any more, I would force my tears to answer her song. I immediately turned my back to the window that was covered with white flower windows, and I couldn't see a glimmer of light.The sadness in my heart still squeezed two hot tears to my eyes... I was awakened by the wet and cold horns, and the singing was still trembling deep in my heart.

Composed in Beijing the Day After Christmas 1924