Chapter 3 autumn night

In my back garden, I can see two trees outside the wall, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree. The night sky above is strange and high. I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life.He seems to leave the world, so that people can no longer see it when they look up.But now it is very blue, with dozens of stars shining in its eyes, cold eyes.The corner of his mouth smiled, as if he thought he had a profound meaning, as he sprinkled his heavy frost on the wild flowers and plants in my garden. I don't know what the real names of those flowers and plants are, what people call them.I remember that there was a very small pink flower that bloomed, and it is still blooming, but it is even smaller. In the cold night air, she shrank and dreamed, dreaming of the arrival of spring, dreaming of the arrival of autumn, dreaming of thin The poet wiped his tears on the last petals of her flowers, and told her that although autumn and winter have come, it will be spring after that, with butterflies flying around and bees singing spring lyrics.She then smiled, and although her color was terribly red from the cold, she was still shivering.

Jujube trees, they have lost all their leaves.Before, there were one or two children who came to beat them for the dates left by others, but now there are not a single one left, even the leaves have fallen off.He knows the dream of little pink flowers, after autumn there will be spring; he also knows the dream of fallen leaves, after spring there will be autumn.It has almost lost all its leaves, so only the trunk remains. After recovering from the bending position earlier when it was laden with fruits and leaves, it can stretch very comfortably.However, a few branches are still low to heal the wounds he suffered from the jujube-throwing pole tip, while the straightest and longest branches are silently piercing the strange and high sky like a subway, causing the sky to swell. Glittering ghostly eyes; piercing the full moon in the sky, making the moon pale with embarrassment.

The sky with ghostly eyes is turning bluer. I feel uneasy, as if I want to pull away from this world, escaping from the date trees, only to leave the moon behind.However, the moon also quietly hid to the east.But Qianzi, who has nothing, still silently pierces the strange and high sky like a subway, determined to control his life, no matter how many bewitching eyes he has in his eyes. With a sound of wow, the evil nocturnal bird flew past. I suddenly heard laughter in the middle of the night, giggling, as if unwilling to disturb the sleeping people, but the surrounding air laughed in response.In the middle of the night, when there was no one else, I immediately recognized that the voice was in my mouth, and I was immediately driven by the laughter and went back to my room.The belt of the light was immediately turned up by me.

There are tinkling noises on the glass of the rear window and many tiny flying insects strike against it.Not long after, a few came in, perhaps through the holes in the window paper.As soon as they entered, they banged against the glass lampshade again.One crashed in from above, and he encountered fire, which I thought was real.Two or three rested on the paper lampshade to catch their breath. That cover was a new one last night, with snow-white paper folded into waves and a sprig of scarlet gardenia painted on one corner. When the scarlet gardenias bloomed, the jujube trees dreamed of small pink flowers again, green and curved... I heard the laughter in the middle of the night again; The small caterpillars on the cover have big heads and small tails, like sunflower seeds, only the size of half a grain of wheat, and the color of the whole body is so lovely and pitiful.

I yawned, lit a cigarette, puffed out the smoke, and paid tribute to these green and delicate heroes silently in front of the lamp. September 15, 1924.