Chapter 54 Dream

When she recalled her childhood life, it was really like a dream!Wearing a black military uniform with a gold thread, wearing a short saber, riding a tall white horse, and slowly bridle along the coast, my heart is only filled with the pleasure of magnificence. Such silence, holding only a pen, how about writing her fantasy emotions? When she was ten years old, her father would often take her to the military banquets.Friends praised him at the first sight, "What a heroic little soldier! How old is this year?" The father agreed first, and then smiled and said, "He is my son, but he is also my daughter."

She will beat the team's drum and blow the summoning trumpet.Know the mechanism in the Mauser gun.It will also spin a large shell into the gun cavity.Five or six years of unintentional training by her father's side has really turned her into a very vigorous little soldier. What about other aspects?She doesn't like things that ordinary girls like. It's no wonder that she didn't have any other female companions around her, and she happened to see a few village girls passing by down the mountain, wearing bright red and green clothes, with tiny feet bound. In a hurry, she has no way of knowing their ordinary life.And she didn't take these impressions to heart.A knife, a horse, can live a lifetime!How trivial and tiresome things are for girls!When the sea-exploring electric light shone on the vast and boundless sea, emitting slices of cold light, under the shadow of the lamp and the shadow of the flag, two rows of dignified and resolute officers stood up neatly and solemnly amidst the clang of their swords and pendants. When we drink our cups and wish China long live, how does this scene make people shed tears of generosity and joy?

It's time for her to wake up from this dream!Is life just a dream? When I was ten years old, I went back to my hometown and changed into girl's clothes. From the group of sisters, I learned about the daughter's temperament: five-color silk threads can be made into beautiful work; fragrant and beautiful flowers are to be placed in On the head; the mirror is for taking a picture when makeup is finished; sitting among the crowd is for speaking delicate and gentle words; tears are always falling.Girls are always a little bit tempered and a bit delicate. This is also a very novel environment that can cultivate her - but a saber given to her by her father is still hanging in front of the window for a long time.

Pulling out the sheath, the cold light shot into her eyes, she often froze.White horses, coastlines, soldiers with guns...there is endless melancholy in the blur.The sisters called her outside the window, but she didn't go out either.After standing for a long time, I only shed a few boring tears. Does she regret it?Maybe, but who knows!How did the life of a soldier create her character!Isn't the sound of the gale blowing from the tent at dusk more melodious and sad?Is it true that only girls can occupy the soft and gentle place in the world?Moonlit nights and starry nights on the sea, when the gazebo stands alone and leans on the gun and raises its head: under the heavy sky, people are quiet, and the sea is also asleep,——"The home beyond the sea and sky!"

Is the feeling at this time the poet's or the soldier's?It is the point where two tragic strands intertwine! What else is there besides a few boring heroic tears?She is content with her situation!If life circulates like a circle, or goes from the "future" to the "past", this is also boring! Ten years of deep impressions, left in her current life, is only a forceful nature - she still likes to see the neat steps and listen to the solemn and solemn military gestures.But rather than saying that she likes to watch and listen, it is better to say that she is afraid of watching and listening.

The prancing horse with the knife and the pensive pen were originally one person, but the times separated these things... Childhood!Is it just a deep dream? October 1, 1921. A collection of essays "Past Events". )