Chapter 31 comfort

I live in a cave, and sometimes I walk through the window and look out, the neat and quiet streets are lined with cars, from one end to the other.Not one of those battered cars that run around the island, but a new, German car.Each one is as smooth as a button. I sang softly, and stepped back: These are some dolls, all of which are mouth-to-mouth. The person outside the window reversed the car, and the light from the glass shone into our house. I retreated little by little.Now I sleep for a short time, wake up as soon as I sleep, and I can sleep again.But a little further inside, the dream can be connected, it seems to be close to the Summer Palace, there is a stone as big as Shihang.He stood there and said: It will be the same in another three hundred years.Later, when I thought about it, people will be the same after a hundred years, they are all ashes.

Standing on a big rock and stomping, wondering if there is an echo.He is in his twenties and cannot live as long as before. He still wears a pompom hat and beats rocks.You can also pat the rocks that others have patted.In fact, from the Qing Dynasty to the present, it is just a matter of a while. The third dream was the most comforting, nothing but a vial of ashes on the table.Either in a celadon vase or a gray bottle, or the bottle that holds milk powder.A clean glass bottle, like last night's charcoal fire extinguished, morning's ashes. That's how you see people, a little bottle of ashes, like salt.After all the excitement, he became light and floating, and the sand in the water could turn into a painting, which could be turned upside down and sideways to add color.His excitement is the end of the excitement.

(He and you saw trees, lift utility poles, and put everything into the ground, your own land. A person stays on the mountain until dark and does not come down. He looks at you through the light, as if the light is sweet.He wants to watch you cook, but cannot hear you through the glass.He won't stay with you, he has to watch from afar to believe it.You are always a bit reluctant to be with him. He always stands on the island and watches the birds fly.The birds in the distance huddled together like mosquitoes, and occasionally talked about unreasonable things in this world.Some are long, some are running, as long as they are living things, they will be messed up by wishes and entangled with each other, which is not like the blue sky and white clouds, they are at ease.

No one knows what God has put in his heart, maybe it is a handful of salt that makes his dreams thirsty.He stood by the sea, but could not drink the water.He stands in front of you, unable to speak.Things that he could not tell all his life drove him mad, like a tree growing wildly in spring, when he could not get water, he drank the fire in the sun. ) Going back a little bit in the dream, I can still see things earlier.There are people riding horses on the other side of the mountain, as if there are people riding horses, and there are broken pillars standing beside the snow-covered pavilion; the wind blows from the lake, and the waves are moving, like distant merchants winding their way in a caravan.

There is still snow on the mountains, and on the hot boulders, but there is no ice in the water.It is so clear, it seems to be the lotus pond near the Summer Palace where we rode. Say between mountains and rivers: They like me.It seems that the snow is complaining, or the pavilion has not been burned.The water is so clear, in spring, you have to wake up a bit, saying that the southern foot of Guanshan Mountain is so windy. The wind was blowing from the lake, still wearing a cloak. It would be nice to have a little bottle of ashes, it seems to be on our island, it seems to be on the table in our big house.That's how you see people, Ray, and of course the fat ones, as if this robust life was just to produce a little ashes.This is impossible, but if there is, it is the most comforting thing.A vial of ashes, Ray, this is the man.

Wrapped to explore their painful destiny, already burned. A glass bottle you know.