Chapter 21 Plowing Clouds Watching Clouds Dispelling Clouds

The younger brother came down from Yangming Mountain, dancing and talking about the scene where they were going to school to watch a movie. It was a beautiful summer evening. A large group of young people met in twos and threes to watch a movie. The sky and the ground were full of beautiful scenes of people and mountains and trees. Suddenly, a student saw a UFO in the sky—the newspaper called it "" "UFO"—one, two, three, four, five, six, seven...twelve, he called out in amazement, and there were twelve slowly moving, shining golden stars lined up in the sky . "Flying saucer, flying saucer", someone said that, all the young people stopped, sitting or standing watching the vision in the sky, more than a thousand students looked up at the sky on the mountain, quietly watching ten The two "UFOs" shone brightly until the golden light disappeared half an hour later.

Of course, the free movie was not finished, but everyone left with a sense of satisfaction, speculating on the sky, the earth, and nature.Maybe those UFOs sink into the memory, and it will never be easy to tell what they are, but the moment they look up at the sky, there is an invisible connection between man and nature. The simple story told by my brother awakened me to the fact that those of us who live in the city are far away from nature, not to mention taking a walk in the grain field in spring, catching fireflies in the front and back of the courtyard in summer night, and seeing the yellow mountains in autumn. Ye, go fishing in the winter morning, these old things, even looking at the stars at night and the changing sky during the day seem to be far away.

Once I was tired from work, and when I woke up halfway through my sleep, I found that the room was full of golden light. I thought it was daylight, and when I opened the window, I realized that it was the middle of the night. It's like daylight.In the past, on nights when the moon was white and the wind was clear, we used to listen to adults tell stories in front of the court, but time changed, and we didn’t even know the full moon. When I thought about it, I sat in the yard all night, feeling ashamed and a little nostalgic. Later I went to a big warehouse island in Penghu. The island is full of bungalows. The residents have long established a good relationship with the sea, and they also breathe and sing with the earth.During the day, I don’t do anything, just go out to sea with the fishermen, lie on the boat and watch the changing clouds in the sky; when there is no work to do at night, and there is no electricity on the island, we drink rice wine with peanuts under the starlight every night, watching Xingyue, looking at the sky, looking at the sea that is gradually dimming and glowing with fluorescent light, and looking at the Baisha Island on the other side in the distance; I deeply feel the beauty of the earth and the love it has for us.

I began to pay attention to nature. Once in a temple in Alishan, the temple was ordinary, but because of the words "Gengyun Temple" on it, it became extraordinary.Later, in the deep mountains of Pingtung, I saw a hut with red walls and green tiles written "Wangyunju", and the whole mountain tree came alive because of it.On the way to Hehuan Mountain, there is a mountain villa named "Paiyun Mountain Villa", which is really like the clouds in Lianda were pushed away vigorously. Whether it is plowing clouds, looking at clouds, or moving clouds, clouds have life and are closely related to people's lives. Even the clouds in the sky are like this, and the land and vegetation close by are so kind!

A few days ago, I re-read Ms. Xiao Hong’s article, and wrote about this beautiful sunset in Northeast China (locally called Huoshaoyun), which made people want to go out to see the sunset. She wrote it like this: The Huoshaoyun in this place changes a lot, sometimes red, golden, half purple and half yellow, half gray and half lily, grape gray, big pineapple, purple eggplant, etc. There are colors all over the sky, and there are also some that cannot be described, and that have never been seen before. There are many kinds of colors. Within five seconds, there was a horse in the sky with its head facing south and its tail facing west. The horse was kneeling.It seemed to be waiting for someone to ride on its back before it stood up.Another second passed, and nothing changed.After another two or three seconds, the horse grew bigger, its legs stretched out, its neck grew, but a tail was gone.

When the people who watched were looking for the tail of the horse, the horse became sluggish. Suddenly came a big dog again, this dog was very fierce, it was running in front, and there seemed to be several little paparazzi behind it. gone. I found another big lion, which was exactly the same as the big stone lion in front of the Empress Temple. It was also that big and squatting like that, very mighty, and squatting very calmly. I didn't pay attention, I looked at it, accidentally, and saw something else at the same time.At this time, it can be troublesome. People's eyes can't look east and west at the same time.This will ruin that big lion alive.In a blink of an eye, as soon as I bowed my head, things in the sky changed.If I look for it again, I am afraid that I will not be able to find it even if I am blind.

It can be said that it is composed of rural pictures. The section of "Fire Burning Clouds" is the most appropriate description of Kanyun. It is not only a personal experience, but also a shared experience of all Chinese who grew up in the countryside. I read it when I was young. My favorite is to ride on the back of a cow when herding cattle, and watch the clouds fly out of the mountains one by one and disperse in the sky one by one, almost all my fantasies about the world are contained in it. Nowadays, we imprison ourselves, either in the house or in the car, and sometimes we can’t see the sky for several months, let alone watch the clouds quietly. When I think about it this way, I endlessly miss my boyhood—— ——It is really like a UFO in the sky, shining with golden light, but disappearing silently invisibly.

—July 6, 1981