Chapter 26 Chapter Twenty Six

Now, in the Bois de Boulogne, I have found your soul.I lie in the grass with my arms around your soul and make love in the treetops.Last year's pine cones hung on the treetops, and the pine cones were quietly bursting.The ring you slid on my back hit the pine cones to sound like the wind chimes in front of your window.But then I knew it was just the occasional sunshine in Paris in the Spring that dazzled me. When I woke up suddenly, I only saw the mint-smelling green sunlight, but I didn't know which direction the sun had moved.I just feel your hand slipping out of my palm and my hand is suddenly cold.Your white and slender hands always remind me of piano keys.They are naturally born for the keys, and only when they are placed on the keys can they be placed in the most appropriate place, and they can be put comfortably.In your apartment in Brooklyn, you popped the lid on the violin and said you were going to play something for me.I quickly covered my ears and said please don’t torture me. I don’t know anything about music. The little music literacy I had when I was young was washed away by the “Songs of Quotations from Chairman Mao”, and my eardrums were also blown away by all kinds of loud noises. The slogan is rough.You ask me so what do I like.I said I didn't like anything but sex but watching dogs fight.You went to Atlantis solely because of me.Along the way you complained about the vulgarity of the gambling city of Atlantis and my vulgarity.I look at you with a smile like watching colorful tropical fish in a fish tank. I can only see your mouth opening and closing but I can't hear your voice. "Greyhound" drove us to New Jersey.This is the birthplace of a new nation.The scenery kept changing in front of my eyes: factories without chimneys, fields without people, and houses without kangs... I thought if there was a sudden sound of "little sister, I want to poke your love interest" in the carriage The song must be very interesting.

I should thank you for always comforting my restlessness.You know what annoys me is that the countries I stumble into are always messed up and have lots of messed up reasons.If you weren't there to comfort me, I would jump up and shout out the window: "Don't underestimate us! Although we won't change the world, we can change people!" But you always put the hands that should be on the keys on me On my chest, you can see that as soon as I see the goodness of a foreign country, my madness will relapse, and even a shooting did not cure it.I remember that it was dusk when we arrived in Atlantis. "Greyhound" docked at the station without a sound, and then opened the door with a long sigh.At that time, the neon lights of the major hotels lit up the deserted streets prematurely.Of course you don't intend to gamble, you have to see how the sea dims in the twilight first.

I said the sea is the sea, and I thought it wouldn't do anything else.People write about Hai so much that Hai himself doesn't know how to pose to be admired.Instead of looking at the sea, I might as well look at the desert.I say the desert is the virgin of literature and the sea has become the slut of literature, she makes all the writers and poets play around.Then you scolded me as dry and dull as the desert.I'll just have to walk with you on the boardwalk.Somehow your squishy high heels are silent, it turns out that you and I have already stepped on the undulating waves. You and I leaning on the railing remind me of me leaning on the railing alone at Fisherman's Wharf on the west coast, so I hugged you hard to prevent you from flying away.At this time, I was a little moved, but actually I was not moved by you, but by my own loneliness.I always wonder why you don't ask me about my past love and whether I have other girlfriends now.You don't like to ask questions like the girls in mainland China. Maybe the girls in mainland China apply the political education they have received for many years to love: all or nothing!Horribly authoritarian and exclusive.But your pragmatic attitude in love puts me at ease.The value of your love is that it will never be my burden.The time is between day and night, there is neither sunlight nor moonlight in front of my eyes, only your pale face is like the breaking waves of the sea waves.It seemed to me that what I was holding was only a mink coat; in my palms there was only the warmth of the fur but not the warmth of life.I know you flew away again but I don’t know where you flew to, that’s why I said that you people living in the West are “sorry about Fu Xin Poetry”, and you must use some sad and melancholy to entertain yourself when you are full. .But you immediately retorted, you said that Western art is thinking about how to express the truth more beautifully and with individuality, while we mainlanders are still only at the stage of striving to express the truth.Then I thought you might be right.We haven't been allowed to tell the truth for thirty years, and once we've been allowed a little bit, we'll just pour out and have no time to care about other things.

It was at this time that you wrote your comments on our mainland writers.Then I thought maybe I was a bit violent.