Chapter 29 quilt

I copied more than 10,000 words overnight, which is a rare thing for me, because I was so tired that I couldn't fall asleep when I went to bed.It’s been raining outside, and it’s been raining for many days, bit by bit, crooked, like my endless draft, written on the reverse side of the speed news mimeograph, yellow mimeograph writing through the back of the paper, no matter what I write, Happy and sad, there will always be those yellow and shady lines behind; the blue ink can't cover the jujube and bleak news. "XX Secretary-General answered the reporter's question: the rationing of household registration rice will not be stopped, and the rumors outside are not accurate..." Huang An's monotonous line... dripping, dripping, dripping, and the rain is still falling, sometimes dense, sometimes sparse, and empty White.

On a rainy night, the ground is sticky, and I feel the presence of the quilt even more.Turning over, it was a colder blanket.For foreign-style quilts, the sheets are placed under the blankets, and they are tightly stuffed under the mattress. It is a very firm arrangement, and even a person with a bad sleeping position cannot push it open.But it was empty, the area was too large, and it was not easy to warm; when it was hot and dry, it was impossible to stretch out your feet.The Chinese-style quilt is spread on top of the mattress, folded into a tube, and fits right on the body. It gets hot after a while. It is light and easy-going, but it is not very firm, and it will be kicked away in a while.From this we can see the difference in national character.Japanese quilts cannot be said to be "nests".The square piece covers the body without stacking one another. If it is thicker, it will still be windy underneath. There are bright and lively patterns printed on the surface of the quilt. It is basically a painting, but there is a layer of cotton underneath. fetal.Dreaming under such a well-ventilated quilt will not indulge in leisure and pleasure in the dream, perhaps dreaming of military training in the suburbs in the middle of winter.

The Chinese are afraid that the delicate silk quilt will get dirty, so they wrap it around with a quilt and sew a few stitches hastily.The sheets of foreigners are not tied to the blankets, and it is more troublesome to make up the bed every day, but their meaning of washing the sheets seems to be more firm and clear than ours, and they do wash more frequently than us.Both Chinese and foreign quilts are mostly white, but white cloth is the least romantic thing, at most it can only be clean, and it is no more than the cleanliness of a hospital, which is a bit miserable.Light pink is very comfortable, light blue looks like the most extravagant white, really snow white, like clothes washed with their soap powder in American advertisements.In the past, only children and newlyweds were allowed to wear pink sheets, while the rest were white.There is sometimes another piece of white cloth at one end of the quilt, which is called "the head of the quilt", which can be washed frequently, which is also a way to be lazy.There seems to be a kind of "quilt head" in Japan, but it is a long strip of black velvet, and the oily dirt on the head is wiped off on it. Although it is resistant to dirt, it looks a little greasy.Things like velvet are not native to Japan, so although they often use them, they don't use them well.For example, adding a crimson velvet scarf to their women's kimono in winter is more suitable than a knotted or woolen scarf, but it is still not very good-looking.

I thought maybe I could use this as a material to write an article, but when I thought about the article, I became anxious, and I heard two faint cock crows. It was almost dawn, and the more anxious I became, the more I couldn't sleep.I am most afraid of hearing the rooster crow. "Tomorrow is white dew, time and night come and go", that is night.In the rooster crowing at dawn, there is going but not coming, going and not coming, desolately, hastily, fades away, no shadows, black shadows at least have some color. The number of cocks crowing gradually increased, one place in the east, one place in the west, but it was better, not so empty.I think, if the crowing cock is drawn, there should be a red sky on the picture, the picture is very long, rolled up and opened all the way, it is full of sky, endless.And there is a little vague city or village under the head, and the sound of chickens comes out from here, blue wisp after wisp, trembling up, pause, pause, just stopped.But we must leave more space, for the deep ocher sky... more space... In this way, I fell asleep.

Originally published in "New China News Xueyi" on November 19, 1994