Chapter 27 Miscellaneous Notes in the Mountains - Sending Children from afar

The doctor said it was recuperation, but I said it was a rest. I just feel that under the restraint and romantic ban, more than half a year has passed.In the past six months, there have been many shocking and ridiculous things in the minds of children, which are not enough for adults.I only hope that when they read these articles, the corners of their lips droop, they smile contemptuously, and throw them away casually.And there are two or three children who picked up this piece of paper and gradually became interested in it. After reading it, they laughed at each other, talked about it, and passed it on; I already have an indescribable liking for it!Originally, I had infinite boredom these two days.Many things in the world are unreasonable, such as the scorching sun when I got up early today, when I went out for a walk, I was dizzy from the heat.At this time, it was almost noon, but the clouds were overcast, and the wind was blowing wildly.Sitting alone on the porch, what else can I do besides writing nonsense?

On June 23, 1924, Sha Rang. When I was young, I was very timid like other children.The grown-ups like to tease me again. My little uncle talked about "Liao Zhai" and "Night Talk Suilu", and they were all zombies, white-faced female ghosts and so on.While he was still talking, I looked around unnaturally, and sat between the adults, coughing on purpose.When I was sleeping, I looked out of the tent door, and it seemed that a ghost hand might reach in unexpectedly.I just thought about it like this, and then covered my head tightly with a quilt. As a result, I fell asleep sweating all over my body!

After the age of thirteen or fourteen, I am not afraid of anything.Walking through the clumps of mounds alone in the middle of the night on the mountain, the wind blows and the grass moves, I just look back and stare. The hall full of hideous god statues dares to stand in the dark.My mother repeatedly said that I was brave, because when she was my age, she was still very timid. During the day, my heart is always peaceful and strong, not afraid of those invisible ghosts.It's just that recently, often in a dream, or just before waking up, there will be a sudden panic, and the bull's head and horse's face that I was afraid of in the past are all backlogged and gathered around.I couldn't call out, I just felt very scared, my limbs were numb, and my soul seemed to be curled up.Struggling until waking up, I saw green pines all over the mountain and a bright moon all day.Smile to yourself,—I have never had such a cowardly dream for ten years, and when I have this dream, I feel a little sad!

Things about childhood are funny, timid, and sometimes downright cute. Life in the mountains is unreasonable.As long as you don't miss the three meals and the time to test your body temperature, you can do whatever you like, and the doctors and nurses will not arrest you. It is the time when the childlike innocence reappears, and the old hobbies are used to relive them again. America is not my country, and Sarah is not my home.Due to illness, I played games here for half a year, after which time I may never come again in this life.I feel a little sorry for not leaving any souvenirs, so I do burying and excavation almost every day.

When I was young, I loved doing these things the most: boats carved from the spine of cuttlefish, villains made of five-color paper, etc., no matter what, I buried them when I had enough fun.Write words on the leaves and hide them in the soil.Write words on the stone and throw it into the water.When I remember it, I dig it out. If I don’t remember it, I let it be quietly buried there forever. You don't have to pretend to be an adult when you are sick, you might as well pretend to be a child again!Most of the mountain tours are solo, so I leave many souvenirs anytime and anywhere, business cards, West Lake landscape paintings, used scarves, etc., almost dotted all over the mountains.Passing under the peony flowers, beside the flowing springs, and in the mountain pavilions all made me smile, and all of them have my hands!When I am so excited, I often go to dig it up and have a look.

Sometimes I would meet people, and I would shake my muddy hands and stand up embarrassedly.It was hard to explain these things.When people ask, it's not good to say it, and it's not good not to say it, so I have to just smile.Therefore, female companions prefer to ask questions, and I can only avoid them. That time an old friend came over, she laughed and said that I have become more childish and blushing recently.The reappearance of childlike innocence sometimes makes me feel embarrassed. It's true. After half a year of recuperation, I will naturally be full of blood and blushing. So what is there to say?

Last winter there was a lot of wind and snow.When it was snowing, they all sat in the wide hall, chatting, chatting, playing the piano, knitting velvet, etc., just to pass the time. Rong is a girl from Greece, a little younger than me, and we often play together. She regarded herself as a citizen of an ancient country, took me as a companion, and often joked and quarreled with American girls. I don't know how to play the piano, and she doesn't know how to sing, but she was bored, so she went to the piano to mess around.It's just those simple familiar tunes that are repeated over and over again.So everyone laughed and said:

"Stop it early, what kind of music is this?" She proudly stood beside the piano with her hands crossed and said: "What do you know? This is the ancient music played in an ensemble from the two ancient countries of the East and the West. How can you understand it!" The sound of the piano continued, and the higher the singing, the conversations of other people were unknown. So everyone panicked, covered her mouth, pushed her to the corner of the room, pulled the chair and me away from the back, and the room was full of laughter! The most wonderful thing is that even the American tunes such as "Moon in Indiana" and so on, once we used it, whenever we heard the sound of the piano, we all nodded and laughed at each other and said, "Listen to the music of the ancient country! "

We also slept on the porch when the temperature and temperature table dropped to eighteen degrees below freezing. The most familiar thing every night is the stars in the sky.It's just a little bit of flickering light, but I'm used to seeing each other, and I don't see each other occasionally, and I feel a little hopeful and bored. It rained and snowed all night, and no stars could be seen.He and I were sitting opposite each other in quilts, at the two corners of the porch, talking from a distance. He pointed and said, "Look, Venus has risen!" When I looked up, it was a street lamp at the turning point of the mountain road.

I smiled happily, and pointed to a starlight on the opposite mountain and said, "That's Jupiter over there!" The more you point, the more scattered wind lanterns shot from the pine forest, and they all become a sky full of stars.Really, in the gap between the snowflakes, the boundary between the sky and the forest cannot be seen, and the lights are regarded as stars, which is simply worth it. A sincere thought turned the fake into the real, and the lights seemed to float from the ground.The phantom starlight does not move, so there is no need to search for their positions when waking up in the middle of the night.

So there is comfort in the lonely night of rain and snow! During the time of rest, nothing is allowed.At these two o'clock in the afternoon every day, when I feel tired, I feel that I need it, and when I can't sleep, I feel that I am forced to lie on the bed during the day, which is really boring. I often secretly bring books to read on the bed, and when the nurse comes to visit, I quickly press the book under the pillow and close my eyes to pretend to be asleep. ——No matter how naughty I am, I don't dare to break the rules. I only go to the end of the book.And Bi, the girl, would get up quietly, sit on the bed with her knees hugged, teasing others to talk and laugh. On this day, she sat up again, seeing that no one was there, and gesticulating like a doctor.Everyone was lying down looking at her and smiling, and the nurse had come from afar.Her bed was facing the corridor, it was too late to lie down, so she could only sit with frowning. The nurse went out onto the porch.We were all silent and dared not speak.She asked Bi, "Why don't you lie down?" Bi smiled and said, "I have a bad stomach, and I keep hiccupping, and I feel uncomfortable when I lie down." The nurse said, "How is your meal today?" said with a smile: "It's okay!" The nurse pondered for a while and then went out.Bi looked back at us, hugged his head and said with a smile: "You wait, I'm done for now!" Sure enough, I saw the nurse come in with a cup of medicine, and the bubbles in the cup made a sound.Bi had no choice but to take it, frowning and looking around.We all hid our faces with blankets, laughing secretly out of breath. The nurse watched her finish drinking in one gulp before going out slowly.Bi slumped down with his hands on his chest, and said with a half cry and a smile: "My God! It's so sour!" She will stop talking nonsense in the future, how embarrassing it is to take medicine without illness.When everyone talked about it, they were all happy, clapped their hands and laughed, and said, "She has been punished!" The Eskimo logo that Sha Rang's little friend put on for me is my favorite, and I think it is more interesting than other names before! The Eskimo are barbarians of the forests of North America.With black hair and fur, she makes her house in snow.I lived a life of fishing and hunting in the ice and snow. How can I be as brave as them? Just because I went for a game walk in the forest without hindrance from the winter wind and snow.The ice lake under the forest is the place where the children in Sharang Village go skating.I passed by, and although we met many times, we didn't speak.I just feel that they often stop walking, staring at me and whispering to each other. Later, the doctor's niece told me that Sha Rang's children said that an Eski-mo came from the forest.Ask them what they say, and they testify with black hair and fur.The doctor told them that it was not Eskimo, but a sick person in the hospital, so they stopped being surprised. If I were really Eskimo, my thinking would at least be a little simpler, which is the first enviable thing.I once read a book that said: "Five minutes of thinking by modern people is enough for primitive or savage people to think for a year." Human beings have not made any progress in physiology for half a million years, and things that require physical and mental work can be done once a year. The increase of years, this is the source of disease, the misfortune of life! I would like to spend my whole life in the forest, stepping on dead branches and listening to the whispers of leaves.The breeze blows from outside the forest, carrying the aroma of pine branches.In the white snow, there is no pedestrian except me.What I have seen and heard, except for the green pines and white snow, I seem to be satisfied! It was not long before I was discharged from the hospital, and my girlfriend Xi said to me: "When you go out to the busy streets of Boston, don't be surprised. The six months of confinement are enough to make you an idiot!" Needless to say, I've been terrified that once I get back on the road to health, the world has come one after another... I'd rather be an Eskimo. Black hair and fur, it's just an outside thing! The white-haired old doctor said to me: "I am glad you are well. The city is not suitable for you. It is better to cancel the trip to the seaside this summer." This sentence is like a Jiao Lei on the ground! Not all knowledge is in books.New York, Cambridge, and Chicago are densely populated places, and it’s okay not to go to them for life. It’s just that I’m not allowed to go to the seaside, but this makes me very sad. I raised my head and said, "No, you didn't mean to stop me from going to the beach!" He smiled and said, "Yes, I don't want you to go to the seaside, it's too humid and not good for your newly healed body." We argued for half an hour, and at last he said, "Then you go for a week!" He laughed and said, "Actually, the lake after autumn is enough for you to play!" I love comfort ice, nothing more than the relationship between the sea.If the lake light completely replaces the sea color, I don't seem to be reconciled. Poor, Sha Rang spent more than six months, except for a small flowing spring, I couldn't even see the comfort ice!The mountain is also lovely, but it is really incomparable with Haibi, I have my reasons! People often say: "The sea and the sky are vast." Only when you are on the sea, do you feel that the sky is as wide as possible.When I was on the mountain, I walked to the middle of the rock wall, and sometimes I only saw a ray of sky light.Even if you reach the top of the mountain, because the end of the sky is a mountain, the boundary between the sky and the earth will be uneven, not as neat as the horizontal line. The sea is blue and gray.The mountains are yellow-green.In terms of color, the mountains are also better than the sea. The blue and gray have a solemn and distant meaning, while the yellow and green are more shallow and small.Although we often regard yellow as the supreme, the emperor's dragon robe is yellow, but the emperor is called "the son of heaven", the sky is more noble than the emperor, but the sky is blue. The sea is moving, but the mountains are still; the sea is lively, but the mountains are dull.When the day is long and the people are quiet, the weather is hot. Looking at the green hills with concentration, there is a black and gloomy stretch, like a sick cow.And the sea, you see she is not still for a moment!Rolling straight from the sky to the shore, touching the cliff rocks, splashing and jumping up happily, blooming thousands of brilliant silver flowers! Surrounded by the sea, compared with surrounded by chaotic mountains, how it feels like, you can read ancient poems to know.For example, watching the moonrise on the sea and the mountains, the ancient poem said: "The southern mountain is blocked by the sky and the earth, and the sun and the moon are born on the rocks." Chewing carefully, these two sentences describe the chaotic mountains very well, but the scenery is so bloated, rugged, and cold. Does not give pleasure to life.And "the bright moon is born on the sea, and the horizon is at this time", it is also the moonrise, but how charming, distant and bright the scene is! The original is true, there are no red, white, purple and yellow wild flowers on the sea, and there are no beautiful birds such as blue tits and red lapels.However, wild flowers wither in autumn and winter, giving people the desolation of withering.The morning glow and sunset glow on the sea are not only reflected in the colors of red, white, purple and yellow in the water in the sky.This piece of flowers is continuous all the year round.When it comes to flying birds, blue sparrows and red lapels are naturally cute, while sand gulls on the sea, with white breasts and emerald feathers, float lightly on the waves, "walking gently on the waves, dusty socks".Seeing the blue sparrow and the red lapel reminds me of "mountain birds call their names", while seeing seagulls reminds me of the sentence that praises people through the ages. Ruo Jinghong"! Being at sea also gives people the ability to see through, this sentence is naturally true!As you lean against the lanai and look down, you can't help but think of what pearls, what corals, what dragon girls, what sharks are there under the vast hectares of blue glass.On the mountain, people rarely think of the gold, silver, copper and iron below the rocks and yellow springs.Because the sea water is transparent, it naturally has the tendency to lead people's thoughts to go deep. It just keeps going on and on, all in all, all in all, I think the sea is much stronger than the mountains.To put it in extreme terms, if I violated the rules of heaven and ordered me to commit suicide, I would rather throw myself into the sea than fall off the cliff! It's fun to argue!My criticism of mountains and seas, the more children argue with me, the better. "People's hearts are different, each is like its own face", so that there is a difference and change in the world.If everyone in the world had the same face, I would never want to see people.If people all over the world had the same hobbies and the same color and style of clothes, the world would become a big school, with men, women, old and young all wearing the same uniforms.Thinking so far is not only funny, but also tasteless!Furthermore, if everyone loves the sea, and everyone moves to the sea, I will not be quiet again! The mountains made the walls, and the pastures became the gardens. This area of ​​mountains and forests is where I play.In the morning when the morning dew is still shining, I go out for a run, and my shoes and socks are often wet by the dew.When I woke up at dusk, the sleeves of my short skirt were rolled up, and the breeze blew my clothes. In the sunset, I wandered on the mountain road like a cloud. Of course, as the poem says: "The setting sun dissolves the saddle and the grass bank, no one wears the flowers, no one persuades the wine, and no one cares about the drunk!" It's not a good feeling; It's rare.You want to move elsewhere with the attitude of wandering in the mountains, but it won't work.In school or in the city, you are not allowed to have the spirit of flowing clouds and flowing water.Just because too many people care about you! I visited the children's home behind our building that morning.Just as the children in the courtyard were in class, some were writing new characters silently, and some were doing arithmetic.Everyone has something to hold their spirits, and while they are busy, they secretly pass small notes, talk and play secretly, have little hands and feet, and there is no quiet time.I know all these children, just because they are in class, I just sit quietly in the back, not daring to talk to them. Not seeing the blackboard for six months doesn't feel like much.Just seeing the big and round globe on the teacher's desk, the small desks and chairs in the room, and the books with large curly handwriting: I was instantly called back to fifteen years ago.And the -15+10-9×69—————— equation written on the blackboard.As well as the children standing in front of the blackboard, resting their heads and thinking, and scribbling with chalk on their palms, I feel even more indescribably melancholy.The sun was slowly moving outside the window, although I was not in class, but I stared blankly at the big clock on the wall, and I was eagerly looking forward to school! After school, I was talking to the teacher, and the children surrounded me and pulled me away. Paul smiled and asked me, "Do you have homework in that building?" I said, "No, we just play every day!" Peter sighed with a smile, "You are so lucky!" They are also resting, but they still have homework at four o'clock every day.When I travel, I can only see them at a certain time. Recalling what happened fifteen years ago, I am ashamed of memorizing the multiplier table of "3721, 4728", etc. I have already survived and passed this level!And think back to half a year ago, thick and large notebooks, reference books full of shelves, professors' oral lectures... Now that the illness is cured, this life must be lived, and it is embarrassing. This life has to be lived.Not only people control, I also control myself. "There is nothing more sorrowful than heartbreak", when being controlled by others, there is still time to do things such as passing small notes and secretly talking and playing. But when he was in charge of himself, there was absolutely no such motivation.After more than ten years of training, people are absolutely conquered by books! Children, how easy is it to say the word "lucky"? Children must know the usefulness and benefits of the machine, that is, it saves manpower and can do very important work in a short period of time. Living in the mountains, I have no chance to see other machines, but the machines in the farm near the right of the mountain are enough to amaze me. They use machines to plow the land, sow seeds, and mow, all of which are managed by machines.I went to the mountain that day, and saw the farmer sitting on the steam engine, running at full power, crawling away on the field.The ground is very solid, and the steam turbines pass by like waves, separating the two sides. In less than half an hour, a wide area of ​​land has been plowed loosely. The farmer took out his watch from his pocket to have a look, then slowly turned on the engine and went back to the garden.I also turned around.For some reason, he smiled.The peasant uses the big machine, and the watch of the small machine directs the peasant.I find it funny! When I was young, outside the walls of my home, there were wheat fields as far as the eye could see.The thing of plowing and harvesting is the most familiar thing.Farmers and women squatted in the fields sweating, digging with hoe and cutting with sickle and sickle.I watched from the side, often working hard for them, and felt so slow and pitiful! In comparison, I am convinced that machines are instruments for the advancement of human happiness.But yesterday I was a little skeptical about the matter again. Yesterday afternoon, dozens of patients upstairs and downstairs did not sleep well!During the rest time, the sound of steam engines on the cultivated land in front of the mountain filled the sky and the earth.Under the scorching heat of the eaves, on a bed as hot as a steam oven, listening to the monotonous and boring, deafening sound of iron tools, continuously, my mind was completely shaken by it.The restlessness combined with the shock makes a man prone to madness! There were murmurs of complaints upstairs and down, but they couldn't stop the machine.I ended up with a splitting headache myself.I feel sorry for the girls downstairs who have a fever of 103 or 104 degrees day and night, and I don’t know how much they are troubled! The day and a half of work saved by the farmers is far from the mental pain and loss these dozens of patients have suffered in this half day!Machines do not seem to necessarily benefit human happiness. Recalling that when I was young, my study was only separated from the wheat field by a wall.If the peasants at that time also used machines, it is almost unnecessary to read my book! The sound did not subside until dusk.Because of my headache, I wanted to go out for a walk, and by the way, I also went to see the steam engine that kept me from resting for half a day. ——Walking to the edge of the field, I saw three or four farmers standing hesitantly, with their arms on their waists, shaking their heads and sighing.It turned out that the machine was broken.This thing is so heavy that even ten people can't move it, so we have to drive another steam engine tomorrow to pull it.I came back with a smile—— The female companions laughed at Po Ling as a fool.And she doesn't have a fool's mind, and I like some of her words.She said: "Talking with people is really restrained, not like talking with birds and cats. They don't disturb you, and they listen to you gently and silently." I often see her sitting under the cherry blossoms, talking to the little bird and laughing at herself.Sometimes I sit on the porch, caress the kitten, and stay still for a long time. I don't find this kind of behavior annoying, maybe it's because of this that the female companion gave her the badge of a fool, and I don't know. Talking with people may not be really restrained, but it is really not a pleasure to talk with strangers, adults and so on.Over the past ten years, I have spent more and more time sitting and talking with each other day by day.Although I am used to it, I still want to release myself when I get the chance.In the past six months, I have often been a fool! The first pleasure is pulling weeds and feeding the horses.Looking at this huge monster, gently grinding its big soft mouth and big neat teeth, when it is chewing grass in your hands, you feel that it is indescribably charming. Every day in the cowshed behind the mountain, I feed the big white horse that pulls the cart full of milk tanks.The milk truck stopped, and the driver was carrying milk to the kitchen, so I walked slowly.When I knelt under the cherry blossoms and plucked the leaves of the ten brocades, it turned its long and kind face to look at me, expressing its welcome and waiting.We gradually became acquainted, and when it saw me from a distance, it raised its head.I believe that after I leave, although it can't speak, it will miss me every day. And there's the puppy.That brown one used to scare me when it had sex with me.That day when I was traveling in the snow, I met it unexpectedly on the top of the mountain. It chased me and barked, and I was too scared to move.It saw that I was startled, so it stopped barking, and it hung its tail down the mountain as if it had won a victory.I saw it go, and ran back in one breath. I didn't sleep well all night, and my heart beat 115 times a minute. My girlfriend told me that it is the cutest dog and never bites.When I meet it again in the future, I call out its name first, but it walks over wagging its tail.Since then, every time I travel to the mountains, it always follows me back and forth.When the snow is deep in the mountains and forests, the scene is very calm.It finally helped me a lot of courage. In addition, there is a little black dog, especially jumping and cute.A little white dog, also very tame. I have never been very fond of cats.Because the kitten is very cunning and likes to scratch people.There was a little black cat in the hospital. The day after I entered the hospital, I got up early and just opened the door. It had already squeezed in through the gap in the door, jumped onto my bed, and lay quietly in front of my arms. Close it, very peacefully about to fall asleep.I am most afraid of the sound of kittens breathing while sleeping!I wanted to push it, but I was afraid it would catch me. During those few days, I felt sad again, so I became more and more anxious.Luckily the nurse came in soon after!I frowned and told her to take the kitten out. After that, I gradually fell in love with it.It doesn't catch people.When it was lying on its back on the grass, fiddled with the rose leaves with its two front paws, and jumped in surprise, I felt it was full of liveliness and joy. How exquisite and petite the little bird is!In Beijing, I only saw crows and sparrows.Sometimes woodpeckers are also seen.Here, however, the snow has not yet melted, and the birds have come in flocks.The first is the blue bird.Westerners regard the blue bird as a symbol of happiness, which I think is the most appropriate.Because in the chirping of bluebirds, the news of spring is tactfully reported. The red breast of the robin bird stands on the snow and on the grass, all of which are extremely vivid.The little hummingbird is too small to be slender, and when it flies over the flower tip, it is actually smaller than the flower.Sometimes I looked up and caught a glimpse in the mountain pavilion, but I just stood there holding my breath, not even daring to move my eyes, as if I was afraid of scaring this fragile little fairy away. In addition, there are many small birds with bright feathers. Since I can't find out their Chinese names, I have to wonder.When I got up early, before the sun came out, the mountains and valleys were full of soft singing.In the hazy dawn wind, listening with a pillow makes the heart and soul quiet.Spring is the world of birds. I have fully understood these two sentences, "spring with birdsong" and "spring sleep without awakening, and birds singing everywhere". In our life in the sky and on the ground, we are most in love with the little bird.Among the roses and lilac bushes were bluebirds and robins' nests, built so low that they were within reach.I often visit the families of little birds, but I never do things like stealing eggs and catching chicks to destroy their family happiness.I thought that I was only temporarily away from home, and my mother and father had been so concerned. If I was captured, locked in a cage, and never returned, wouldn’t my parents be heartbroken?I love myself and the chick, I love my parents, and I love the chick's parents! And what an interesting thing, you see the little bird breaking out of its shell, it has a very yellow mouth and sparse feathers, it looks very ugly.They are also extremely greedy, and they open their mouths and chirp in the nest all day long!Tired of its mother flying back and forth busy.Gradually grow up, its mother led them to fly to the ground.Their feathers are very fluffy, and their two small legs are staggering, and they look fatter than their mothers. They looked silly, dancing around with their mother in a daze.Mother accidentally picked up a small worm, and they rushed over, scrambling to eat it.When they got up early, their mother taught them to sing. The mother's voice was very gentle, but their voices were very naive.In the past few days, they have completely learned how to fly and sing, and know to forage for food by themselves, so they don't tire their mother anymore.When I went to visit them the day before yesterday, these chicks were no longer in the nest, they had built a new nest, on a branch not far from their parents' nest, they often visit their parents. And the bugs are cute too.Little lotus-colored butterflies, snails with round shells on their backs, buzzing bees, even frogs singing in the water every night, and fireflies twinkling in the flowers, are all very gentle and childlike.If you love it, it loves you too. Because they love children so much.Adults are too busy to play with them. By". )