About ten to fifteen minutes before the sun rose the next morning, I was walking on an uncultivated wasteland in my hometown.Early summer and old spring, the memories of late winter and early spring are indifferent.The wasteland was overgrown with weeds, the grass was black and green, strong and thin.The light mist quickly faded away.Despite the fog, the air was unusually dry.When a pair of feet in cowhide sandals and another pair of sheepskin sandals trampled mercilessly on the extremely tenacious weeds, I was thinking about a woman who had slapped me twice. I couldn't understand why she hit me, because I didn't know her before.Fifty minutes before she hit me, I was in the shade of a tree north of the "Pacific Cold Drink Shop" in the capital, watching the bird cages hanging on the tree branches and the thrushes in the cages one by one.The bird cages are much the same, and so are the thrushes.Thrushes never eat or excrete during their irritated calls, and are certainly incapable of mating.This is the conclusion I have drawn from observing thrushes since the beginning of spring.In the past few days, whenever I had free time, I would walk along the path in front of the "Pacific Cold Drink Shop" covered with octagonal concrete slabs and planted with fiery red cockscombs on both sides, and went straight to the trees hanging on the branches. Thrushes.I know that the iron nails on the heels of my leather shoes knock on the road and make a crisp sound. I know that decades or hundreds of years ago, the hoofs of mules and horses knocked on the bluestone paved road in Gaomi County, my hometown. During the official road, there was a more crisp sound.I've always been fascinated by the sound of horseshoes hitting stone.One late night a few years ago, a horse-drawn carriage that was entering the city at night hurried past the road in front of the tall building where I lived. I was so excited that I sat up on the bed and listened to the louder hoofbeats at night.The sound of horseshoes hit my ears, almost piercing my heart.When the sound of hoofbeats was about to die away, in the fifteen-story building above, it seemed that every room in the building was filled with the roar of forest beasts.The girl with a disabled leg recorded the sounds of various animals from the zoo, synthesized a tape, and played it over and over again.I often meet her at the exit of the corridor, and her eyes, like those of a hippopotamus, reveal the mysterious light of reminiscing about tropical rivers and swamps.The city expanded rapidly, the horseshoes were pushed farther and farther away, locust-like people and cars filled every corner of the city, and the cement pipes behind the "Pacific Cold Drink Shop" were filled with strange-looking animals every night.I had a premonition that one day I would be squeezed into this dark cement pipe.

I went to see thrushes under the shade of trees on March 7th this year. On that day, tens of thousands of winter jasmine outside the gray wall of the Locust Control Institute of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences adjacent to our school bloomed tens of thousands in the warm spring breeze. The branches are full of gentle and delicate yellow flowers, the air is filled with a faint fragrance, and the gray wall is full of vitality. Many wandering men and women are standing outside the high wall to watch the flowers.At first, I heard that the winter jasmine was blooming and I was going to see the flowers, but as soon as I went out, I saw a professor I knew walking in the dark holly bushes holding the slender waist of a female student I knew .The professor is full of white hair, and the female student is like a budding rose. No one pays attention to him and her, because he is like a father and she is like a daughter.He and she are also going to see the winter jasmine, and I don't want to follow them, and I don't want to surpass them.I walked up the path of octagonal cement boards outside the Pacific Soda Shop.

March 7th is my birthday, and it's a great day.Of course, the reason why this day is great is not because of my birth, what the hell am I, I clearly know that I am just a piece of shit wriggling in the rectum of society, even though I am with Liu, a locust control expert who is ranked in the immortal class The fierce generals have the same birthday, and they can't change the nature of stool. Walking on the concrete path, it suddenly occurred to me that when the professor was teaching us Marxist ethics, his silver hair fluttered, his long and thin head shook, and he drew a semicircular arc.The professor said that he loved his wife who was with him through thick and thin, and regarded beautiful women as walking dead.We were young then, and we were in awe of this well-dressed professor.

I still glanced over there, and the professor and female student were gone.The people watching the flowers stood in a black wall, covering the winter jasmine.My shoe spikes and the pavement made a rattling sound, and the past suddenly rolled up like a tide. I knew that even if I didn’t leave this city now, I would leave this city in the future, just like the stool will be excreted by the anus sooner or later. , not to mention that I have basically been squeezed out.After I put people and shit in the same position, the unpleasant emotions brought to me by the professor and the female students immediately faded and turned into a puff of smoke.

I stepped hard on the octagonal concrete road, the ear-splitting and distant sound of horseshoes seemed to rise from the ground, there were many plants on the wet grassland, and on the road not far away, cars of various colors connected into a knotty dragon. Can't hear them.I heard the sound of horseshoes running towards the sound of thrushes. At first, the old men walking the thrush were very worried about me, because I was staring at the thrush, and I even forgot my feet.The old men were afraid that I would eat their thrush. When the thrush saw my face, it jumped up and down in the cage, as if meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

Not all thrushes jump up and down, and the one hanging on the farthest corner does not jump up and down.While other thrushes were jumping up and down, it stood on the horizontal bar of the cage, with its neck scrunched up, fluffing its fiery red feathers, squinting at the fence of the cage and the world that was divided into boxes outside the fence. I soon became interested in this deep-thinking thrush. I stood in front of it and looked at it intently.I became more and more aware of the number of tiny vellus hairs on both sides of its nostrils.It started whining from the afternoon of March 8th until the afternoon of March 9th.This is what the old man who raised it told me.The old man said that the thrush hadn't barked for three months, but when he saw you yesterday, he barked after you left, barking like crazy, even in the cage covered with black cloth.

This is Thrush and you have fate, comrade, it seems that you are also a bird-loving master, so I will give it to you to raise!the old man said to me. I looked at the old man's scarred face in bewilderment, my heart constricted, my stomach convulsed, a great sense of terror rolled down my spine, and my fingertips trembled.The old man smiled softly at me, the smile was like the bright sunshine, but I felt even more terrifying.In this city, it's either a hedgehog or a tortoise.I am neither a hedgehog nor a tortoise, so I am very afraid of people laughing at me.I thought, why did he send the thrush to me, together with the cage, the curtain, the celadon bird food jar, the white porcelain bird water jar, and two shiny iron balls.The two balls collided and rolled in the palm of the old man, like two living animals.Why?

No relatives, no reason, no grace and no virtue, why should so many old people's treasures be given away to you?Why am I smiling for you?I asked myself, knowing that what was waiting for me was either a conspiracy or a trap. I said firmly and decisively, no, I don't want anything.You, take it to the bird market and sell it.I went to the bird market once and saw many birds, of course thrushes were the most, followed by parrots, and owls were the least. "The night owl announces the good news, which ruins the reputation." The old man said sadly. There is a torrent caused by high-end cars running on the road, and a turbulent river is rushing.

The east-west traffic flow was stopped on that famous college road. I seemed to have guessed the undercurrent of the old man's thoughts, and the thrush hanging on his head made me very weak. I spoke: "Grandpa, what do you want me to do?"If you have anything to say, just say it, as long as I can do it... The old man shook his head and said, it's time to go home! Afterwards, the old man was still walking his crazy thrush bird under the tree, and the shiny iron ball was still rolling in his hand. When he saw me, his eyes were always sad, I don’t know why. Sad for me or for himself, or for the thrush in the cage.

On that afternoon when I was slapped twice by that inexplicable modern woman, I was off work in the long spring day. The sun was still a bamboo pole high, and the narrow and clean path was lined with cockscombs like blood. Running to the north, I was eager to watch the extraordinary thrush. A red dragonfly landed on the fallen leaves of Celosia. I thought it was a petal, but I looked carefully and it was a dragonfly.I squatted down slowly, stretched out my hand slowly, and slowly spread my outstretched thumb and my raised index finger, forming a pincer shape.The dragonfly's eyes are big and lifeless, and its eyes move clumsily. Its wings are like veils, with symmetrical spots.I quickly clamped its stomach, and it bent down and gnawed at my fingers.I feel its mouth is very soft, and it makes my fingers itchy and crispy. Not only is it not painful, but it is very comfortable.

The thrush was already there waiting for me. Standing in front of it, listening to its loud cry, I knew all about its experience and its current pain and hope.I gave it the dragonfly to eat from the fence of the birdcage, but it said no, so I had to take the dragonfly out and let the dragonfly continue to gnaw on my finger. I finally knew that the old man was from my hometown. After liberation, he went to work in the city. Now that he is retired, he misses his hometown. He doesn’t want to bury his bones in the overcrowded hill in the west of the city. He wants to bury his bones in Northeast Gaomi Township. On the adjacent fields.The old man said that after the locust plague decades ago, there was no green everywhere, and people ate human corpses. He wandered into the city and never went back. I was very excited. My fellow countrymen saw fellow villagers with tears in their eyes. After talking for a while, it was already dusk, cockscombs were burning like flame seedlings, and the thrush’s eyes were like two bright sparks. With the golden shawl long hair of a female student.They are happy and peaceful, neither obstructing traffic nor threatening other people's lives. I suddenly feel that I should bless them.The setting sun reflected a large expanse of gorgeous clouds in the western sky, and the sky above was chaotic, showing a color similar to the scum in front of a steel furnace. Thousands of bicycles and thousands of cars on the road were Illuminated by the sun's rays, the street lamps hanging under the leaves of aspen trees that have not yet fully let go have not yet been powered on.After Daylight Saving Time, I always feel a little swooned, and it's not unusual for thrushes to sing all night long after that.On the chair, the professor's silver hair shone like an insect's wings.The thrush shook the feathers on its neck and sang, perhaps cursing. It was red and scorching hot in the sun. I have no reason to deny that it is like a piece of burnt steel.There was a bright red light on the tip of the old man's nose. He took the thrush cage off the tree branch and said to me: "Little fellow, see you tomorrow!"He put a black cloth curtain on the birdcage, and the impatient thrush bumped against the birdcage, and in the darkness, the thrush whistled with a long, sharp voice, and the sound came out through the darkness, allowing me to hear the sound I felt very hopeless, and I knew it was time to go home.The old men walking the birds under the nearby trees swaggered and limped on their way home, the cages swaying wildly.I once asked my fellow villagers why they shake the birdcage. Aren't they afraid that the birds in the cage will feel dizzy and nauseous?The fellow said that if you don't shake it, it will get dizzy and nauseated. The bird is originally sitting on the branch, and the wind blows the branch and the bird shakes too.Shaking the bird cage is to make the birds close their eyes and miss their hometown in the dark cage. I stood under the tree and watched the birdcage turn into an alley.The twilight is deep, all the trees cast black shadows on the ground, the benches in the grove are full of people, it is very ambiguous in the dark, there is a sound of kissing under the trees, very much like a flock of ducks in the sewage Look for snails and earthworms.I picked up a broken stone, held it up, and tried to hurl it into the sewage—I've done it twice, and it ended badly each time.The first time there was indeed a group of ducks looking for food in the sewage, their beaks were chirping, I hated the sound, I picked up a stone and threw it, the stone hit the duck's head accurately, the duck Fluttering its wings on the water, it whipped up a series of muddy waves.The uninjured ducks pecked at their wounded mates.The white duck feathers fell off one after another, the dead ducks floated on the water, the living ducks continued to forage along the side of the canal, and there were clumps of muddy soup rolling among the wilted water plants, making the filthy sound of chirping, chirping, chirping, etc. Exuding a fishy stench.After I hit the duck's head with a stone, I should have run away immediately, but I stood stupidly, looking at the tragic dead duck. The water in the canal gradually calmed down, and the mud at the bottom of the canal and the footprints of the frogs were clearly discernible. A dead toad sank to the bottom of the water with its belly facing the sky, and an apricot-colored loach twisted its body and burrowed into the mud.The two legs of the dead duck were long and the other short, like two neglected oars drooping in the water.My palm-sized face was reflected in the ditch water, it was khaki, and it was still khaki without washing for many years. I was nine years old at the time.The owner of the duck, Mother Nine, came to the canal to look for ducks and came home to lay eggs, and found me and her dead duck. I still remember the scene at that time—Mother Nine’s tall and thin body leaned over the water in the canal, It seemed that she was going to grab the dead duck with her mouth. At that time, I saw that her neck was thin and long, like a crane.The little bun at the back of her head was like a piece of dry cow dung.Ninth Mother has no buttocks, two huge hipbones stick out when she bends down, pointing straight up.A palpitating cry came from Ninth Mother's chest, and ripples formed on the calm water surface, which were the ripples smashed by Ninth Mother's hissing.Immediately afterwards, Mother Nine jumped into the water in the canal. Her steps were so big that she crossed half the canal in one step. When her high legs moved, her body was still folded at a right angle, and her whole body was like It was cut out of cardboard—after I learned how to read, I realized that Mother Nine was more like a puppet Pinocchio.Mother Nine picked up the duck and let out a cry of grief.She shouldn't have stayed at the bottom of the canal—the mud at the bottom is so soft and deep, her feet are so sharp and small, she patronizes her ducks, and she can't feel her feet are flying fast into the mud Sink, I can't see her feet sinking, muddying the water when she jumped down.I saw her gradually getting lower in the ditch water, and the water quickly soaked her lantern pants, rising to the position of her buttocks.When she turned and jumped onto the bank, the mud had already pinned her in him.She hadn't forgotten the dead duck, and was still cursing the bad breed that killed her duck.She must have wanted to simply climb to the opposite side of it. As soon as she took a step, I heard her hip bones "crack, cluck" twice.Mother Nine threw away the duck and howled loudly. Later, she remembered me standing by the canal, so she twisted her neck vigorously, tilted her long face, and called my baby name, telling me to go back to the village to find someone to rescue her. I looked at her coldly, thinking about whether to find someone to drag her up.Once I rescue her, she will forget the pain of being stuck in the mud and think of the pain of the dead duck; she will completely forget the merit of me calling people to save her, and she will not blame me for killing her duck. Will not forgive.But I still walked slowly to the village, thinking that it was not a bad thing for the old goblin Nine Mother to drown in the ditch. I found Ninth Mother’s husband, Ninth Master, whose tongue had been stiffened by sorghum shochu. I said that Ninth Mother had fallen into the ditch, and Nine Master rolled his red eyes and sipped the wine and said that he deserved it.I said Jiu's mother was about to drown, and Jiu's master took a sip of wine and said it was just right.I said Ninth Mother is really going to drown, and if you don't go, I don't care.Master Ninth drank all the wine in the bottle, threw away the bottle, pulled a two-pronged hook from the haystack, dragged it, and followed me.He walked staggeringly, which made people worry that he would fall over at any time, but he would never fall over. The Ninth Master was good at seeking balance in motion, and moved forward while twisting and twisting. From a long distance away, I heard the ghostly cry of the old mother of Jiu.When we walked to the side of the canal, we saw that the water in the canal had flooded to the belly of Ninth Mother, and her hands were anxious and desperate, beating the water like two duck webs.The stench in the tunnel was stirred up by her, making people afraid to breathe. Hearing our footsteps, Mother Nine turned her head.As soon as Master Nine arrived, Mother Nine's eyes immediately shone with emerald green light, like the eyes of a mad cat driven into a corner by a vicious dog. Master Nine would fall if he didn't shake. He walked forward by the side of the canal, and then fell down. There was a childlike innocent smile on the corner of his mouth, and his two red cherry-like eyes were narrowed. The red light emitted was kind and soft. Undead drunkard!Mother Nine cursed viciously in the water. When Master Jiu heard Mother Jiu's scolding, he smiled cunningly and said, "You can still scold me, why drag you here?"It's better to drag the dead duck and cook the wine than to drag you.The dead duck had already reached the side of the ditch, Master Nine scratched the dead duck up with a hook, lifted the duck's neck, dragged the two-toothed hook, turned around and left. Mother Nine slapped the water with both hands, begging for mercy repeatedly. Master Ninth turned around and said, "Call me dear father!" Mother Ninth yelled cheerfully: "Dear, dear, dear!" Master Jiu moved to the water's edge, raised the sharp two-toothed hook with both hands, and was about to wedge it against Mother Jiu's head.Mother Nine screamed and threw her body into the water forcefully.Ninth master swayed his body and laughed happily, like an old cat playing with a little mouse.The bright steel teeth of the two-toothed hook drew various curves on the head of the ninth mother. The half of the ninth mother's body was tilted left and right, forward and backward, stirring up the water in the canal.In the end, Ninth Mother was out of breath, and her body stopped twisting. Because her neck kept twisting, she seemed unable to turn her head back.The sewage had flooded her breasts, her face was blue and her hair was dripping with dirty water.Nine's mother suddenly burst into tears, cursing while crying: "Old Nine, Old Nine, you black-hearted bastard!"The old lady has lived enough, you can beat the old lady to death with a hook... When the ninth mother cries, the ninth master hurry up to coax her, don't cry, don't cry, grab the hook and drag you up. Mother Nine grabbed a hook tooth with one hand, leaned her body sideways, her throat was still choked with hiccups, and she was waiting for Master Nine to drag it up. Ninth master spat twice into the palm of his hand, grabbed the wooden handle of the two-toothed hook, and pulled it back with all his might.Nine's mother's body swelled in the water for a while, Nine's mother let out an ouch, and Nine's master let go of his hand, Nine's mother sank again, and the water and mud gurgled. I helped Master Jiu pull Mother Jiu out of the mud.Mother Nine is like a big forked carrot.The water in the canal was gurgling, and the silt was mixed together, filling the gap left by the old mother of Jiu, and a strange stench came up from the canal. I firmly believe that in China, except for me, the old mother of nine, and the old master of nine, there is no one else. I have never smelled such a bad smell. We dragged Ninth Mother to the grass by the canal. The sun was shining brightly on the grass. It was a midsummer morning. There was rust-colored water in the swamp, and oil flowers the size of copper coins were floating on the water, buried deep in the ground. The corpses of insects under the ground were further decomposing, and the grass blades were covered with white and fluffy hairs. Ninth Mother was lying on the green grass, like a big sleepy loach. Mother Nine wriggled, bent her feet forward, moved her arms back, and arched her back, like a bridge-builder.Lord Nine held her arm and helped her up. Her neck seemed to be broken, and her head seemed to be heavy.Master Nine held her up more closely, and she gradually recovered, her neck became more and more stiff, and her eyes became brighter, but Mother Nine was as unworthy of pity as the frozen snake, she had just recovered from biting With his ability, he bit Master Ninth's arm hard.Master Nine struggled with his arms, and a large piece of flesh was left in Mother Nine's mouth.Mother Jiu chewed Master Jiu's meat and chased Master Jiu.She ran barefoot on the wet grass, pounding the ground with her heels like garlic hammers, making round dimples on the ground. I dragged the two-toothed hook with my left hand and the dead duck with my right, and followed them. The first time I threw a stone, a large group of articles appeared above, and the second time I threw a stone, I hit a piece of window glass and was punched and kicked by the teacher three times.This is the third time. Holding the heavy and wet stone, I weighed it over and over in my heart whether to vote or not.The sound of chirping kisses tortured me cruelly, the street lights were dim and lustful, if a stone flew out and landed on the beautiful head of a professor or a female student, what would be the consequence?You will definitely be beaten and sent to the Public Security Bureau. The police will first electrify you with an electric stick, and then let you go home to get money to treat the head of the professor or female student. If you are cured, it will be fine. Leaving sequelae, you will rarely be quiet in your life.Thinking of the serious consequences, my fingers loosened, and the brick was eager to fall to the ground.But people who are in love are more unscrupulous, as if they are actors and I am the audience.The dark clouds rolled in the sky, the fog was deep, and the street lamps were wrapped around. The yellow light could not be emitted, and the shadows of the trees became more and more dim. At this time, thrushes were screaming at the old man's house. Dragonfly.The female student and the professor writhed in the chair, she let out a desperate cry, and the professor was panting and muttering something short and anxious.I squeezed the rock tight again, I raised my hand, the wrist was sore and numb - the woman in a long black dress was like a huge bat coming from behind the tree - maybe flying out of the tree , just as the strong scent of her perfume rushed into my nose, she slapped me on the left cheek.The stone fell to the ground and hit my own instep.I jumped up like an ape, hopping silently. I covered half of my burning face, pinched the dragonfly and chased after that woman.She lightly twisted the two expressive buttocks faintly visible in the black gauze skirt, and moved forward quickly along the path paved with octagonal concrete lumps with cockscomb blooming on both sides.At this time, the dark clouds rolled to the horizon, the breeze picked up suddenly, the fog thinned, the bright moonlight illuminated the sky, and the warm yellow light illuminated the ground. I clearly saw her slender and strong calves in flesh-colored high stockings, milky white The high-heeled leather sandals moved quickly, the road was rattling, and the rhythm was brisk. I immediately forgot about the madness of the lover.I heard the wonderful sound of hooves that are more distant and more intimate.It was the sound of a black foal running on the bluestone road in front of the Gaomi County Yamen.It made me so excited and cautious, as if a father took a newborn baby from his mother. I followed the woman in black, and the eyes of my mind saw the lovely black foal flipping its four little purple hooves.The four little hooves are like four budding roses.Its tail suddenly opened like a peacock.It is running happily, running on the uneven bluestone road, the bluestone is shining with charming blue, and there are tiny but very energetic white, sky blue and golden flowers growing in the cracks of the stone.On the stone road, the sound of horseshoes penetrated my heart.On both sides of the slab stone road are decadent houses, with green grass growing in the corrugated walls, fresh white clay bird's nests hanging from the eaves, and glossy swallows flying in the air on the roof ridge.The wall facing the street is mottled, and among the weeds, a brown lizard raised its head vigilantly. The green foal is running in front of the Gaomi County Government Office, the boardwalk paved with bluestones, the sun is rising, and the sound of hooves on the boardwalk... The golden foal is running in front of the Gaomi County Government Office, the boardwalk paved with bluestones , deep dusk, the sound of horseshoes on the boardwalk...the blue foal, running in front of the Gaomi County Government, the boardwalk paved with bluestone, the cold moon and cold stars, the sound of horseshoes on the boardwalk...what are you doing with me?In front of the "Pacific Cold Drink Shop", the woman in a black gauze skirt stopped and turned around, like a serious pine tree in a martyr's cemetery, questioning me in a low voice and sternly. The cold drink shop played moving music, and the lights were bright, splashing from the windows.I greedily sniffed the scent of meat wafting from the woman's gauze skirt, and murmured: Why did you slap me? The woman smiled softly, and the two rows of unusually neat white teeth shone with a beautiful porcelain light. She asked: Which side did you hit just now? I pointed to my left cheek and said: This way. She moved the sharkskin bag in her left hand to her right, then raised her left arm, and slapped me on the right cheek.I felt a gold ring on her middle or ring finger. all right!She said, impartiality, one side, you go! She turned and walked into the cold drink shop. The colorful plastic flypaper strips hanging at the door of the shop were blown by the electric fan in the room, fluttering in a hurry. I stroked the groove or brand on my cheek that was hit by the gold ring, and my heart was extremely desolate and sometimes angry, but I didn't hate this mysterious woman.She was sitting on a table by the window, covered with snow-white plastic sheeting. She put her elbows on the table, cupped her cheeks in both hands, and pressed her two slender little fingers together on the bridge of her nose. A golden trap was indeed in place. There was an intoxicating light on the second knuckle of her middle finger.A handsome male waiter came to the table and asked her a few words, but her hands didn't move, and her protruding lips moved lazily a few times.The waiter turned and left.Her lips were bright red and full, and her lips were so emphasized that she covered her face and pressed her nose, and I felt that I might make a mistake, because my dry lips pursed automatically, like a hungry piglet looking for its mother. The pig's nipples wanted to suck the two red lips inside the glass.I was surprised to find that I also had degenerate factors in me. The "golden bell cover" cast by decades of moral education was so fragile. The "Golden Bell Cover" was shattered, I really wanted to degenerate, I even wanted to commit a crime, I wanted to bite to death this woman in a black gauze dress who slapped my humanity to death and revived my animal nature, this woman is not so much It's more of a water demon than a woman. The barman came to her table with a tray.A bottle of "Pacific" soda was boiling with strings of bubbles in front of her, and the white plastic straw stood trembling in the bottle; a piece of cream cake sat coldly on a cloisonné plate in front of her, with A cold stainless steel four-pronged fork rests on top of it.When she took her hands off her face I found her face as pale as a cake in a saucer, the straw stuck in her mouth, the soda down her throat, and two bright, glue-like tears rolling from the center of her eyelids When she came down, she shook her eyelashes and shook off the remaining tears, just like a horse that has climbed ashore shakes its mane and tail to shake off the river water on its body. I had a cold war and felt extremely sad.A few drops of cold urine fell on my thighs like uncontrolled freezing rain. The night air was hazy, and the cold dew invaded my skin. My shoulders and back were tense, and my neck was numb and difficult to turn.The bus creaked to a stop under the poplar tree behind me, and without turning my head, I knew a group of men and women poured out of the bus, where they came from, where they were going, whether they were going to uphold morality or destroy it, this I wonder if adultery should be made a crime in this city. My head is spinning heavily. My classmate wearing gold glasses said that there are only two women in this city who have no lovers. One is a stone girl and the other is the shadow of a stone girl. .I felt terrible and detached, two lines of tears wet my cheeks. The passengers disembarking from the bus disappeared in all directions, they entered the hidden veil of the purple night like fish swimming in a dense, cloudy forest of water.Three men and two women entered the cold drink shop. The woman in a black gauze skirt picked up the cake with a stainless steel fork, took a small bite, and smacked it with the tip of her tongue. It must be delicious. I saw her take a big bite of the cake , Swallowed it almost without chewing, the cake raised a round bump on her slender neck, like a man's Adam's apple.She dropped the fork and the cake, picked up the purse, picked up the colored fly-proof plastic paper, walked out of the soda shop, and crossed the road without even looking at me.She was walking on the zebra crossing, and her white high-heeled shoes knocked on the belly of the zebra, making a dull sound.Everyone hates you!Why do you hate me?You played that tape of howling tigers and wolves all day long, and our kids all got nystagmus.I didn't play the tape of Tiger Roaring and Wolf Roaring.The strange sound of being neither a horse nor a donkey came from the zoo girl's room.listen!This is the cry of zebras and wild donkeys.Are you mentally ill?is it you or me?Of course it's you.Do you know who my husband is?who is it?David.Sisikov!Foreigners?From the mountains of the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa.The surname is Ban, the first name is Ma, and it is a mammal of the family Equidae. It is 1.30 cm tall and has a light yellow coat with black stripes. It can be hybridized with horses and donkeys to produce a unicorn with horns on its head and eats roses.OK!OK!Listen, how beautifully they cry!Is it your husband calling?Zebras, and wild donkeys.This is the cry of a unicorn.What color is it, take a good look at it, look there!Poisonous poppies grow in the purple swamp, and the petals are too moist, not like the reproductive organs of plants, like the skin on the cheeks of beautiful women.Mosquitoes are breeding, rotten grass and coltsfoot leaves are old, like cultural precipitation, and the purple foal is trudging step by step in the swamp.zebra!The slender legs and flat belly were covered with purple mud.wild ass!A taxi rushed out of a dark alley, and the bright lights illuminated a banana peel stuck on the zebra crossing.The woman in the black gauze skirt was jumping in the beam of light, and the gauze skirt flipped, revealing the bright red panties tight on her buttocks, like a brilliant morning glow.Mongrel!One of her thighs was as white as snow, and it was raised so high that a woman who was not a dancer could not raise her thigh to that height.In a short moment, her limbs and gauze skirt fluttered in disorder, a zebra roar rushed out of her mouth, her wide open mouth and round eyes flickered in the bright white light for a moment. It was gone, and then I saw her bright red underpants shining in the flipped black gauze skirt, like the bright red inner wings of a locust in flight.Locusts fly by flapping their inner wings.The dull, chirping, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground and the engine bursting occurred simultaneously with a series of images, and she disappeared. She vanished like the purple foal, she vanished with the purple foal.At that time, groups of zebras were galloping on the high mountains of Africa, and groups of hippos were swaying in the hot rivers of Africa.Are you going to see it?I'll take you there, no need to buy tickets.My husband eats fifty kilograms of grass every day.They are all fat.It was carefully raised by me.How can you record their calls?I strapped mics to their tails.The evening sun is as gorgeous as a poisonous red flower. In front of the Gaomi County Yamen, there is a bluestone boardwalk, the sound of horses’ hooves on the boardwalk, and the purple-red foal is running on the boardwalk with its virgin breast-like hooves. The sunset glow is like blood. A foal is like a newborn baby.Later, I saw the colt run down the boardwalk, and then it ran up the boardwalk again. The bluestone boardwalk appeared among the weeds and led to the more than 5,000 mu of swampland at the southern end of Northeast Gaomi Township, which is connected to the river in Jiao County. .The boardwalk climbed to the edge of the swamp, and it seemed to stop abruptly. Dark red low bushes grew on the edge of the swamp, and further inside, there were fluffy and luxuriant weeds, with dark red glowing between the grass. How like the soy sauce fermented in the sauce tank of the fourth mother in spring, ah!what!what!what!what!Ah chirp! You seem to have a cold.What does it matter to you whether I have a cold or not?You have nothing to do when you are full and hide in the house to smash walnuts, really!You look like a zebra, this skirt has one white and one black.zebra?As soon as the zebra was mentioned, her face showed a fascinated expression: Africa, how far away!My husband will take me there one day.Are you determined to go to Africa?It's decided.I lost a front tooth today, what do you think is going on?Do you know how many teeth a zebra has?The purple foals whined solemnly, and the swamps were full of mosquito-eating flowers, which exuded the sensual fragrance of beautiful women; a tree-like herbaceous plant, apricot-yellow and fat, was growing in the swamp. The leaves hang from the clusters of spike-like pink inflorescences.Hundreds of years ago, this foal, that foal, the divine foal, trudged romantically across the Great Swamp of the marsh's ancestors, when the sun shone brightly like gold and flowers. The impression of autumn is that the swamp is overflowing with pornography, and on the other side, the ten thousand mu of sorghum in Northeast Gaomi Township is "red into a sea of ​​blood" and it looks like a red cloud for a long time.The colorful foal squinted its kaleidoscope-like eyes, looking at the red sky, the dark red swamp, and the bright red fiery sorghum on the other side. It opened its eyes, and it was blue and clear.The horse tentatively walked towards the swamp, and a young girl with her trousers on her legs, wearing a flowered gown, with plump breasts and round buttocks crossed the river by feeling the stones.How good, how I want to kiss the bright red sun on your plump buttocks, the root of your tail up and loose like a bunch of gold threads, deep in the red mud Your maiden breasts are as delicate as a horseshoe, let me kiss you!Ah, ah, ah chirp!Let's burn some ginger soup, I have ginger in my room.Have you ever seen a zebra eat ginger?Laugh to death.马驹叫着，走进沼泽，成熟的沼气从泥潭里冒出，噗嗤噗嗤地响着，死亡的气息十分严重！ 警察的警车上旋转着一盏鲜红的灯，生存在这座城市里的动物听到警车的声音都感到不寒而栗。警车上跳下警察，警察手持高压电棒往前走，围绕着出租车的人们松软地散开，我远远地嗅到了黑衣女郎的鲜血的甜味，倒退了三步，拐进小巷，踉踉跄跄地跌入高楼的最底层。 拉开灯我看到从门缝里塞进来的报纸，按照惯例我从最后一版看起：大蒜的新功能粘接玻璃。青工打了人理应教育，胳膊肘朝里弯有啥好处。中外钓鱼好手争夺姜太公金像。一妇女小便时排出钻石。高密东北乡发生蝗灾！ 本报通讯员邹一鸣报道：久旱无雨的高密县东北乡蝗虫泛滥，据大概估计，每平方米约有虫150只到200只，笔者亲眼所见，像豆粒般大小的蝗虫在野草和庄稼上蠕蠕爬动，颜色土黄。 有经验的老人说，这是红蝗幼蝻，生长极快，四十天后，就能飞行，到时遮天盖地，为祸就不仅仅是高密东北乡了。据说，五十年前，此地闹过一场大蝗灾，连树皮都被蝗虫啃光了，蝗灾过后，饥民争吃死尸。 前天晚上我挨过耳光、思念沼泽地里的马驹之后，读到了有关高密东北乡发生蝗灾的报道，昨天上午我跑到——沿着“太平洋冷饮店”前的八角形水泥坨子路飞跑到老头儿们遛鸟的小树林，路旁的血红鸡冠花上挑着点点白露珠，黑纱裙女人鲜红的裤衩和鲜红的嘴唇，她的鲜红的血和警车上快速旋转的红灯。石板道上马蹄声声。那只疯狂的画眉老远就看到我跑来了，抖动着血一样的翎毛，张着鲜艳的嘴卷着锐利的舌尖为我鸣叫。我跟画眉匆匆打过招呼，便把一张慌慌张张的脸转向老头儿被朝霞映红的脸，我把登载着蝗虫消息的晚报递给他，他同时递给我的一张晚报上登载着蝗虫的消息。 红蝗虫！老头儿像提一个伟大人物的名字般诚惶诚恐地说，红蝗虫！ 他的眼睛躲躲闪闪，一提到红蝗虫他就好像怀上了鬼胎。我马上记起他说他是五十年前闹蝗灾后背井离乡流浪到城里来的，一定是那场灾祸的情景历历如在他的眼，他才如此惶恐和不安。他开始给我讲说那场大蝗灾的情景，我却荒唐地想到那只蜻蜓一直被我用右手的食指和拇指捏到十五层大楼的地下室里，看完了蝗虫的晚报，我才发现蜻蜒尚在我的手，我放下它，它的长肚子已经烂了，我用刀子切掉它的肚子，它抖抖翅子，像一粒子弹，射到天花板上，再也不动了。 关于五十年前那场大蝗灾我比当时亲身与蝗虫搏斗的人知道得还要多，我既相信科学，又迷信鬼神，既相信史志，又迷恋传说，因为下午三点我要乘车赶回高密东北乡，时间紧张，我说，老大爷，下午我就回去，您有事吗？老头说，要是我死了，你就把我的骨灰盒带回去，可惜还死不了。我说光知道您是高密东北乡，可不知道您是哪个村的？流沙口子！哎哟哟，流沙口子，就在河北边，离我们村一里路吆！ 可我从来也没听说流沙口子村有您这么个人啊！五十年啦，从没回去过，家里人都死光了，我流浪出来时十五岁，恍恍惚惚地记着你们村里有两座庙，村东一座虫巴蜡庙，村西一座刘猛将军庙。 再见，大爷！我着急着要去农业科学院蝗虫研究所，与老头儿告别。老头儿说：其实呢，你回去不回去都一样，这是神虫，人是无法治它的，再有四十天，它们就会飞到城里来，你用不着大老远的跑回去看它们。 蝗虫研究所的值班人员接待了我，我说明来意，他说，所里的研究人员已经连夜赶到高密东北乡去了，同志，你晚了！ 我非常高兴，非常感动。我在门口的科普书店买了一本《蝗虫》，一边翻看着书里的彩色插图，一边走进食品店，为我儿子买了四盒葱味饼干用胳肢窝夹着，翻着书我匆匆穿过斑马线，一阵嘎嘎吱吱的刹车声，我抬头看到几乎撞到我髋骨上的军用吉普车，一颗年轻的愤怒的头颅从车窗里伸出来，他骂我是只土蚂蚱，他说碾死你这只土蚂蚱，我对着他点头哈腰，想着蚂蚱就是蝗虫蝗虫就是蚂蚱，我想起昨天夜里与银发教授在绿躺椅上打架的那个女学生去年春天一个风光妩媚的日子里换上了短袖衬衣，她的胳膊肌肤细腻，牛痘的疤痕像两片鲜红的鲤鱼鳞嵌在她嫩藕般的胳膊上。她满头金发。那时候教授正在讲授“一夫一妻制家庭是最合理最道德的家庭模式”，那时候教授还十分年轻，五短身材上擎着一头稀薄的黑发，星目皓齿，神采飘逸，出语朗朗。女学生坐在最前排正中的位置上，她离着教授那么近，假如教授吃大蒜，大蒜的气味一定吐到她的脸上。她对教授飞眼。学生都打呵欠，流泪，有些扮着鬼脸。她慵倦地伸懒腰，双臂高举，后抻，脸上紫红的肉疙瘩像山楂果一样滚动着，腋下的黑毛刚用剃刀刮过，毛茬子青青像教授的嘴巴。她伸懒腰时，两颗乳头像两只乌黑的枪口瞄着教授的眼睛。第二天教授把他的儿子带到学校来了，他的儿子头颅庞大，身体瘦小，一个男生说教授的儿子像个山蚂蚱！当时我想如此杰出的一个孩子怎么像个山蚂蚱呢？翻看了《蝗虫》里的彩色插图，我不能不佩服这个比喻的形象和贴切。他的儿子真像个蚂蚱，处在跳蝻阶段的蚂蚱，跳蚂蚱的大头跳蚂蚱的小身子，跳蚂蚱的直呆呆的目光，跳蚂蚱的绿水汹涌的嘴巴。希特勒不也像只跳来跳去的蚂蚱吗？红蚂蚱，绿蚂蚱，蚂蚱多了就叫蝗虫，红蝗、斑蝗、东亚飞蝗、非洲紫蝗……你总想跟我说你的斑马！你周身散发着一股马粪的酸味。不好闻吗？她惊惶地眨动着黑得怪异的大眼睛。 Get out of the way!你他妈的是不是病啦？司机点着蚂蚱脑袋骂我，我努力排斥开充斥头脑的形形色色的蚂蚱，像一只缺腿的蚂蚱，后跳了一步。吉普车呼啸而过。我闻到了一股腥味，低头一看，斑马线上，一摊紫红的干血，正对着我狞笑。我蓦然想起昨晚的事情，那个神秘的、肉感的黑衣女郎，当她轻捷地走在斑马线上时，她的裙裾翻动，雪白的大腿外侧闪烁着死亡的诱人光泽。她像只蚂蚱，或者像只蝗虫，黑的蝗虫闪动着粉红色的内翅，被咯唧一声压死了。我真为她难过，她刚打过我两个耳光就被撞死了。不，我猜想她有可能是自杀！警察怒气冲冲地问我：她是你的老婆吗？不，她不是我的老婆。我低着头匆匆逃走。这时，我突然想起，在一个暴雨如注的夜晚，我醉倒在马路上，似乎就是这个女人把我带到她的住所，帮我洗了澡，然后与我同床共枕……一定是她，因为我把她忘记了，所以她才打我。也许是因为我躲在树后听教授与女生交欢她恨我卑鄙下作所以要打我耳光，如果是这样，那我只好说：打得好啊，打得好。 我绕开那摊黑血，走在斑马线上我胆战心惊，我感到生活在这座城里，每秒钟都不安全，到处都是蚂蚱，我也成了一只蚂蚱，我赶快逃，去车站，买车票，没有卧铺买硬座，没有硬座买站票，我要回家，回家去看蚂蚱。久旱无雨的高密东北乡蝗虫泛滥！