Chapter 6 poet's death is life

A world of ice and snow, night enveloped the city.The severe cold crushed the people in the market place, and they all hid in their nests.The new wind howled mournfully among the houses, like a mourner standing among the marble mausoleums, mourning for the prey of the god of death. On the outskirts of the city, there is a small thatched hut with sloping beams and laurel, which looks crumbling under the weight of ice and snow.In one corner of the room was a tattered bed, on which lay a dying person.He looked at the dim light, which struggled in the darkness until it was swallowed up by the darkness.It was a young man in the prime of his youth. He already knew that the time that would free him from the shackles of life was approaching, so hope shone on his sallow face, and a sad smile appeared on his pale lips. In the presence of the god of death.Here is a poet who came to the world to cheer people up with his brilliant language, and is starving to death in this city full of rich merchants.This is a noble soul, sent down to earth to make life sweet and fulfilling.Now, he is about to bid farewell to our world in a hurry without waiting for human beings to smile back at him.When he was dying, he was still alive, with only a lonely lamp beside him, which was his companion in loneliness; there were also pages of manuscript paper, on which was his beautiful heart.

The dying young man gathered the remaining strength that was about to disappear, raised his hands upwards, and tried his best to open his withered eyelids, as if he wanted to use his last gaze to penetrate the roof of the dilapidated thatched hut and see what was behind the dark clouds in the sky. stars.Then he said: "Come, beautiful death! I have long been fascinated by you. Please come closer and untie this material, which I am tired of dragging. Come, dear death! Come to me , rescue me, let me out of this world! They have always regarded me as a different person, because I have translated the words I heard from angels into human language. Come quickly! Humans have abandoned me and thrown me For the color of oblivion, just because I am not greedy for money like them, and I do not enslave and drive the weak. Come, good death, take me away! My fellow countrymen and folks do not need me. Take me In your loving arms, kiss my lips! Lips that have not tasted a mother's kiss, nor touched a sister's cheek, nor kissed the lips of a girl you love. Come and embrace me, dear Death!"

At this time, beside the dying young man's bed, stood the phantom of a celestial being, dressed in white, holding a garland of lilies gathered from the sky.She came to him, embraced him, and closed the poet's eyes so that he could see her with the eyes of his heart; she pressed a kiss of affection on his lips, and the kiss on his lips Left a satisfied smile. At this moment, the room became empty, except for dust and some papers scattered in the dark corners. Time is falling, and the residents of that city have been sleeping in the dark for many years.How many generations, when they woke up, opened their eyes, and saw the dawn of knowledge, erected a tall statue of the poet in the square, and assembled every year in his memory... Ah, the people are How stupid and ignorant!