Chapter 17 Pancreatic soap bubbles

When I was young, there were many kinds of games, among which my favorite was blowing soap bubbles. When it rains, we can't go to the mountains and the sea to play. My mother always teaches us to blow soap bubbles on the porch.She said that the weather is humid during the rainy season, and the pancreatic soap bubbles are not easy to burst. The method is to put the leftover broken pancreatic soap in a small wooden bowl, add some water, mix and mix to make it melt, and then use a bamboo pen to dip the sticky soapy water, Slowly blow it up, blowing it into a light round tennis-ball-sized bubble, then lift it lightly, and the light round ball will fall from the tube, floating in the air leisurely.If you use a fan to gently fan it from below, sometimes it can fly very high.

The soap bubbles are very beautiful when blown, and the floating lights of five colors are circling around on the light and transparent spherical surface.If it is fanned well, a big ball will split into two or three delicate balls, flying in all directions.Sometimes it is blown too loudly and too quickly, and the fragile ball will be pulled into a long circle, trembling, with chaotic light and shadow. At this time, everyone hangs their hearts, raises their heads, and stops breathing,—— Soon the shiny thin ball fell apart silently, soapy water fell down and splashed into the eyes, making everyone suddenly bow their heads and rub their tears.

Why did Jingye think of pancreatic soap bubbles? ——Because I think these light, crisp and beautiful balls are like a string of beautiful painting dreams! Like painting a dream, we carefully and gently blow it up, blow it up, and then fly up gently, it is so complete, so free, so transparent, so beautiful. Watching her off, my heart was filled with joy, pride, and hope, and I thought of sending her to the sky and across the sea one by one with the breeze of the fan.Go to the sky, lightly touch the bright moon, cross the Tianhe River and follow the setting sun westward.Or it floats lightly across the sea, flies over the top of the mountain, and then lands lowly, landing on the side of a beautiful woman's jade head, or on the hair of a sleeping baby...

Naturally, it is also like painting a dream, blowing up one by one, flying high, and breaking up one by one. The corridor is our real world, and these light balls that want her to go to the sky and the sea have never left our long and narrow corridor!Outside the corridor is a film of rain and wind. These balls of light that make me happy, proud and hopeful all disappear in the film of rain and wind. I was born as an idiot, and since I was a child, I like to draw dreams. I am used to dreaming, and I often get comfort and hope from dreams. The more I do it, the more I think it makes sense. The ideal was ridiculed by many friends.But before the soap bubbles burst in my spirit, before the soap water spilled into my heart and made me cry, I often stubbornly rejected my friends' advice and ignored their ridicule.

The painting dreams I had since I was a child, at least there are more than ten, have gradually disappeared in the past ten years or so.There are a few big balls of light, when they burst, they will seriously hurt my heart, destroy my spiritual balance, and I don't know how many tears I sacrificed. Up to now, there are still one or two light spheres, flying softly next to the corridor.However, I seem to have surpassed the limit of hanging my head up, and I can only watch her slowly walking towards destruction in the wind and rain with calm and cold eyes! Because I often dream, the people I know are all characters in dreams, and the things I know are all things in dreams.It is of course a bit sad that the dream has been shattered, but apart from being sad, I also feel that this sorrow is unjust.If I could have remembered the scenes and facts of blowing pancreatic soap bubbles when I was a child, and realized that this beautiful and fragile ball of light is as easy to shatter as my painting dream, I would have been a optimistic and happy person long ago!Although this kind of happiness is not what I expected!

Today I saw the children running and playing from the window, and I suddenly remembered this incident. I remember it when there is nothing wrong with Ye Jing, so that I can remember my mistakes and warn future generations. Three, twenty-two, nineteen thirty-six.Peking.