Chapter 4 Egret perched on windowsill

The white waves are boundless and connected to the sea, Pingsha is vast and boundless. Evenings go and mornings come and go, So the East China Sea was turned into a mulberry field. In the thin rainy weather after the Qingming Festival, the residents of the water village have a good reason not to go out. On the roof tiles, the smoke from cooking is like a wandering dragon, which disturbs the chick sparrows sheltering from the rain in the bamboo forest, thinking that there is fog and the rain is gone. I walked through the street, and the slippery stone slabs pulled my thin figure.The shadow floats on the stone, a bit of a feeling of being in the rivers and lakes.

What are the folk houses under the tile eaves cooking?The offerings for ancestor worship are still there, and there may be a clever woman standing in front of the stove at this moment, cooking tonight's feast.After Qingming, relatives are invited to sit down and talk about the age of birth or anecdotes about the deceased. The rainy season is not suitable for traveling, the rain has wet the sleeves, and the walking has become heavier due to the draft. Whose window is the scent of medicine?It smells like freshly baked ginseng soup.Is it the bride of Jiaoxi?Or an old woman who has been ill for a long time and has lost her vitality?Which family is preparing for a happy event in the future, or an embarrassing accident happened to a beautiful young woman, and she is served by a strong man in charge of the family.

The rain has stopped and the eaves are dripping water.Panicked children rushed out of the door one after another, and there was a burst of bright nursery rhymes among the neighbors. What are the people who have not gone out busy with?Happily hiding in the kitchen for a feast?Can't stop sewing for a long-distance jacket? Or the sound of a relative coughing on the bed. Lifting her up and patting her back? The wind and rain are selfless, rinsing the roof tiles of many houses, but it is also worrying. After washing every inch, there will always be times when the tiles are thin.At that time, if I come back here, where will these people continue their stories?

The world is constantly producing stories of joy and sorrow; the end of joy leads to the end and hooks the first chapter of sorrow; and sorrow becomes the wedge of another joyful story.With these, people in the heavy rain know how to keep their own place, get closer to the people they care about, taste a table of delicacies together, and raise their glasses to pray for a safe year. Human beings must be placed in the ruthless vicissitudes of life to see the brightness. Time has never been good at human feelings. After ten thousand years, these people and I will disappear.At that time, there will also be a Qingming banquet; there will be a sudden shower of rain on the roofs of the people's houses, but the people who make the medicine change their faces, and the people who sing in the rain change their shoes.The same thing is that there is still a heart of homelessness and chronic diseases that cannot be cured.

Even egrets are still flying in the same old posture, but the resting sandbars have been reclaimed for a good day, and today the neighborhood has turned into a vast sea. I seem to see an egret in the future, just perched next to the bride who is pulling the curtain and doing needlework next to the window sill.