Chapter 16 little john fourteen

After a long time, he raised his head.The sun shines in obliquely, and there is a red flame.This is like a straight golden rod. "Father! Father!" whispered John. The whole nature outside is filled with brilliant golden waves because of the sun.Every leaf hangs motionless, and all is silent in solemn sun-worship. And together with that light, there came a gentle sound, as if the bright rays were singing: "Children of the sun! Children of the sun!" John held his head up, listening.rustling in his ears: "Children of the sun! Children of the sun!" It's like the sound of spinning.Only he ever called him that—is he calling him now? ——

But he saw the features around him—he didn't want to hear any more. "Poor, loving father!" he said. However, there was a sudden noise around him, surrounding him from all sides, so strong and so pressing that he trembled because of this miraculous root touch. "Children of the sun! Children of the sun!" John stood up and looked out at the sun.what light!How gorgeous is that light!It filled all the tops of the trees, and gleamed among the grass, and sprinkled in dark shadows.This filled the whole sky again, high into the blue, where the first soft evening clouds formed.

Looking over the meadow, he saw Goosehead among the green trees and shrubs.The crimson gold is hung across their tops, and the blue cloud of the sky hangs in the shadows. They stretch out peacefully, lying in their tender clothes.The slight undulation of their contours prays for peace.John felt as if it was time for Xuaner to teach him to pray. The glorious form in the blue garment, is it not he?behold!Flickering in the center of the light, in the golden-blue mist, isn't Xuan'er the one who greets him? John hurried out, into daylight.He paused there for a moment.He felt the holy respect of the light, and Zhike was so silent that he hardly dared to move.

Yet in front of him was another glorious form.That's Xuan'er, for sure!That is.The blond, glowing head was turned towards him, mouth half-opened, as if he were about to call.He beckoned him with his right hand, holding something in his left.He held it aloft with his slender fingertips, and it was brilliant and shimmering in his hands. With a shout of effusive happiness, John ran off to the beloved phenomenon.Yet the form rose up, and floated before him, with smiling countenance and beckoning hand.It also touched the ground many times, bent down slowly, but then rose briskly and drifted far away, like seeds blown away by the wind.

John would have liked to rise, to float thither as he had done before, as in his dream, but the earth held back his feet, and his steps caught heavily in the grass.He tried his best to find his way through the bushes, Keye rustled his clothes, and the branches whipped his face.Panting, he climbed up the moss-covered hillside.Yet he followed tirelessly, and kept his eyes fixed on the glowing phenomenon of Xuan'er and the flickering thing in his raised hand. So he came to the middle of the hill.In the hot valley, rosebush blooms, using their thousands of pale yellow receptacles to look out in the sun.Many other flowers bloomed too, bright blue, yellow, and purple,--the melancholy heat lay upon the valley, and embraced the fragrant weeds.A strong resinous smell filled the air.John felt faintly the scent of thyme and dried deer moss softly beneath his feet as he walked.This is the beauty of being slightly drunk.

He saw again how the colorful Butterflies fluttered in front of the lovely image he was following.Small red and black butterflies, with sandy eyes, are interesting little butterflies with light blue silky wings.Golden beetles that lived on the pine roses buzzed around his head, and fat bumblebees buzzed and danced among the withered vines. As long as he can go to Xuan'er, how gorgeous and happy it is. However, Xuan'er drifted away, drifting further and further away.He must follow without end.The tall, pale-leaved thornbushes came at him and scratched him, using their spines.When he ran, if he pushed the dim and velvety king candles away, they would shake their elongated heads.He climbed up the sand-hill, and the thorny grasses bruised both his hands.

He rushed through the birch coppice, where the grass was knee-high and waterfowl flew from pools gleaming among the thickets.Lush, white-flowered gardenias mingle with birch branches and mint that grows in wetlands. But the woods, the greenery, and the flowers of all colors are gone.Only the strange, yellowish sea thistles grew among the dull and sparse kale. At the top of the last row, John saw the image of Xuan'er.That thing was in Gao Qing's hand, shining brightly.There is a kind of continuous surge over there, which lures very secretly and is carried by the cool wind.That is the sea.John felt that this was getting close to him, and slowly got on the hill.He knelt down there and gazed out to sea.

When he got up from the ridge, red flames surrounded him.For the departure of the light, the evening clouds formed a group by themselves.They are like a great circle of majestic peaks, with red walls, around the setting sun.The sea is a living road of purple light, that is, a path of flaming and brilliant light, leading to the entrance of the distant sky. After the sun, where the eyes have not been able to examine, in the depths of the cave of light, there are delicate colors mixed with blue and bright red.Outside, along all the distant sky, blazed red flames and streaks of light, and bright dots from the bleeding velvet of dying fires.

John waited—until the sun wheel touched the outermost end of the red road leading to the sun. So he looked down.At the beginning of that road was the glorious image he was following.A ride, clear and sparkling as crystal, that floats over a broad or road.On one side of the boat stood Xuan'er's slender and graceful figure, with golden objects shining brightly in his hands.At the other end John saw the dark death. "Spin! Spin!" John yelled.But at this moment, as John approached the magical ride, he glanced at the far end of the road.In the bright space surrounded by the great cloud of fire, he saw a small black form.It gradually grew bigger, and a person approached, quietly walking on the raging fire-like water.

Red-hot waves heaved under his feet, but he approached quietly and solemnly. It was a man, his face was pale, and his eyes were deep and dark.There were eyes as deep as Xuan'er, but there was infinite gentle sorrow in his eyes, which John had never seen in other eyes. "Who are you?" John asked. "Are you human?" "I'm getting better!" he said. "Are you Jesus, are you God?" John asked. "Say not those names," said the man, "that were formerly pure and holy as a priest's vestment, and as precious as nourishing grain, but they have become fool's raiment. Say no to them, for their meaning becomes delusion, and its devotion becomes ridicule. Whoever wishes to know me, he casts the name from himself, and listens to himself."

"I know you, I know you," John said. "I am the one who makes you cry for people, though you cannot comprehend your tears. I am the one who pours love into your breast when you do not understand your love. I am with you, And you don't see me; I touch your soul, and you don't know me." "Why am I only seeing you now?" "It took many tears to brighten my eyes. And not only for yourself, but you have to cry for me, then I will appear to you, and you will know me again as an old friend." "I know you!—I know you again. I want to be with you!" John held out his hand to him.The man pointed to the shining vehicle, which slowly drifted away on the road. "Look!" he said. "This is the way to where there is everything you desire. There is no other. Without these two you will never find the other. Just choose. There is a great light there, and there, whatever you desire The one who will know you will be yourself. Over there," he pointed to the dark east, "the place is humanity and their sorrow, and that place is my way. It is not the lost light that you have extinguished, but I will be with you Companion. Behold, then you will understand. Just choose!" So John slowly moved his eyes away from Xuan'er's beckoning figure.And stretched out his hand to the stern man.And with his companions, against the bitter night wind, he embarked on the difficult road to the great and dark city, the place of humanity and their sorrow. …………………………………………………… …………………………………………………… I'll probably tell you about Little John again, but that won't be like a fairy tale any more.