Chapter 36 Postscript to "Memory" ①

Postscript to "Memory" ① Little Swallow actually has nothing to love, Just immersed in the hazy and erratic summer night dream. —The Thirty-fifth Song of "Memories"— If life is really like a big dream, this dream is also very interesting.In this big dream, there must be long and short, deep and shallow, fat and thin, sweet and bitter, countless small dreams.Some have already flown away with the shadow of the sun; some are still far away.The dream of flying away is the life of flying away, so it often leaves 12 points of regret in people's hearts.People often walk out of the "present dream" and pursue the traces of old dreams, just like chasing old lovers; he has crossed thousands of mountains and thousands of waters, and has been pursuing them.This is the "Road of Remembrance". The "Road of Remembrance" is getting wider and flatter; beside the winding road, there are many post stations looming, which are the places where travelers stop.At the last station, on the whiteboard there is written in large vermilion characters: "Childhood".This is the starting point of "Road of Remembrance", which Ping Bojun lingered and couldn't bear to go.

Flying away dreams are always sweet and sour because of flying away. ① Yu Pingbo's third collection of poems. This creates another kind of feeling, which is the so-called melancholy.And the "childhood dream" is a world away from the present, and the brewing melancholy taste is even fatter, so greasy that people can't help it!You think that childlike innocence, who is naked and loves everything, can be seen in the vague morning mist, no matter how you hold your hand, it will never come back to your chest; how "lack" is this?So Ping Bojun felt bored and panicked, so he honestly told you his memorable but elusive "childhood" in a low voice, like a spring breeze whispering among the green trees. .Although he can't live in that "childhood" for a long time, if he can invite a few more partners to hang around a few times, his sense of emptiness can be slightly alleviated, and the melancholy taste will not always linger on his tongue. I'm tired of it.This is his way of explaining ridicule, which we can more or less tacitly understand.

In his hazy childhood dream, the light that danced like a red candle was love.He loved his sister who told good stories, he loved the wet nurse who sang soft and heavy sleep songs, he loved her with the fringed hat.He also loves the ten thousand golden ideas in the emerald bamboo bushes and the pair of little red oranges beside the small pillow; he also loves the red and green wax tears and father's big cloak; The moon...he has a pure and romantic heart; everyone who comes into contact with him is familiar and intimate with them— He hugged them all in unison.So he is a true friend of nature (man included)! ①

①The adjectives in this section and the next section are mostly taken from the author's original poems, and they are added in quotation marks one by one, which feels cumbersome, so I will always say one sentence here. There is one more thing he loves, which I must mention to you, and that is dusk and night.He said that he would be like a little swallow, immersed in Xia Ye's dream, which was a clear confession.On his "Road of Remembrance", in his "childhood", it is full of colors of dusk and night.Summer nights are silvery-white, with the fragrance of gardenias; autumn nights are iron gray, with the faint glow of blue oil lamps; The swaying; the winter night is the New Year's Eve, and the red, green, and light yellow colors are the clothes of the year.In these nights, the appearance of his life, short body, fat body, sweet face, with a faint smile; this is his dream, and it is such a lovely one child!As for the dusk, her hazy shadow in the silver red shirt and tasseled hat is naturally lovely! — But why does he love night?Smart you have to ask.I said that the night is harmonious, the night is mysterious, and the night opens her arms of all lengths, embracing everything, but you can't look at her face, you can't touch her chin; It's 13 points cute because it's amazing.The majestic day, the day with clear boundaries, the day that divides love, how can it tie a child's heart like hers?The country of night, the country of dreams, is the country of children, it is the country of Ping Bojun at that time!

Ping Bojun said that even thin shadows in his memory, as long as they are vivid and can be painted, he will shake the nostalgia of Feng Mole.He said that "it can be drawn through the calendar", which was originally a ridiculous saying; who would have known that there would be a person named Zikai who "painted it every time" for him?When he said "a thin shadow", he was speaking modestly; but the word "shadow" is true and reliable.Mr. Zikai added color to the shadow - if deduced from Ping Bojun's words, Mr. Zikai can be said to be thicker than weaker.The shadow is colored, and it is indeed very clear—not only can we see Ping Bojun’s dreams with our mind’s eyes, but we can also see those dreams with our naked eyes, thus shaking our Feng Mo’s nostalgia for other than Ping Bojun .And the color of the dream adds to the taste of the dream; even Ping Bojun himself, because of this painting, I am afraid that he will fall back into the boring and greasy melancholy and find it difficult to explain himself!As for me, I can only repeat my old saying before this pair of beauty: "My glory, if I have glory!"

My childhood is really only a "thin shadow" left now.My "memory path" is almost as straight as an arrow; like being washed by a big water, I am so lonely!This is probably because my childhood was too monotonous; it stretched out like a desert, and naturally there was no room for my "attachment" to return.Ping Bojun had his good times, but hated not being able to reoccupy them; I didn’t have a good time, not to mention occupation, my sense of emptiness was double!But life is interlinked after all; Mr. Ping Bo told us his "childhood", and Mr. Zikai drew its outline. When we deeply understand it, we should regard it as our own. "What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours", isn't it more than "love is better than nothing"?Bacon said: "Reading enriches people"; in another sense, let me say, this little book has enriched me!

On August 17, 1924, Wenzhou. (Originally published in "Our June")