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Chapter 17 Tombstone

weed 鲁迅 380Words 2018-03-20
I dreamed that I was standing against the tombstone, reading the inscription on it.The tombstone seems to be made of sand and stone, with a lot of peeling off, and overgrown with moss, only a limited number of words—— $R% "... in the midst of the fanaticism of Haoge, I feel cold; I see the abyss in the sky. I see nothing in the eyes of all; I am saved in hopelessness. … "... There is a wandering soul that turns into a long snake with poisonous fangs in its mouth. Instead of gnawing people, it gnaws its own body, and eventually dies.  … "...Leave!..." $R% I walked around to the back of the gate, only to see the lonely grave, with no vegetation on it, and it was already decayed.That is to say, from the mouth of the big que, I saw the dead body, the chest and abdomen were broken, and there was no heart.On the other hand, there was no sign of sorrow or joy on the face, but it was misty like smoke.

I couldn't turn around in my doubts and fears, but I saw the remaining words on the dark side of the tomb—— $R% "...determined to feed oneself, want to know the original taste. The pain is severe, how can one know the original taste?... "...After the pain is settled, eat it slowly. However, his heart is old, so how can he know the original taste?... "...Answer me. Otherwise, leave!..." $R% I'm leaving.And the dead body sat up in the grave, without moving its lips, but said—— "When I become dust, you will see my smile!" I hurried away, not daring to look back, for fear of seeing him follow.

June 17, 1925.
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