Chapter 15 song on the rainbow bridge

Recently, I have always heard the voice of children singing in the middle of the night, singing songs that were familiar when I was a child and have almost been lost now. I usually listen to it, turn over, and fall asleep again. When I wake up, I vaguely remember that there was such a tune, but I can’t tell whether it was the song that brought me to the dream, or the dream that grew out of it. a song.I was half in joy, half in melancholy, and fell into the memories of my childhood. Childhood is so far away and yet so close, and a large area of ​​it has been filled by forgotten sea water. I can only pick up those colorful shells that are still shining in the forgotten sea, and string them into memory beads.However, no matter how hard I try, the lost time cannot be restored.I can only draw a roughly similar outline from memory and imagination.However, one night, perhaps because I drank too much Pu'er raw tea, when the singing sounded, my consciousness was still very clear.I put on my clothes and got up. The moon just walked to the window. The clear moonlight flowed quietly into my room like cool running water. The water cup on the desk and the small wooden stool on the ground all turned into running water. It seems that as long as I nod my head, they will leave me and swim into the unfathomable night.

"Dingling, Dingling, Jingling." The small bell hanging in front of the window was rang by a small hand, and a little fox's face appeared in front of the window. The cool wind blows in my face, I went to the window and saw the little foxes singing in weird languages, propping up the small grape island with green leaves, passing by my window.Grape Island floats in the Moon River, like a gorgeous boat, swaying gently in the waves of the moonlight. "Where are you going?" I asked curiously. "To the end of the stars, to the forest of the Milky Way. Let's go together!"

I took the little fox's paw and set foot on the grape island.Unexpectedly, the grape island sank rapidly, and the moonlight river water poured into the island from the stream inlet, and the low-lying land on the island suddenly became a small moonlight lake. It turned out that the buoyancy of the Moonlight River was so small that it couldn't bear my weight.When I was in danger, the little fox pushed me to a nearby bridge.It was a short rainbow bridge, the body of which was like colorful mist, as light as gauze and as transparent as crystal. "Goodbye, goodbye." The little fox supported the grape island and went away from the bridge, leaving me standing alone on the Rainbow Bridge.

The river of the moon "crashed" flowing by, I bent down and put my hand into the water, the water was cool and quiet, I scooped up a handful of clear water with both hands, and washed the dust off my face.When I opened my eyes again, I saw the particles of the past in the river.There are not only my past events in the flowing water, but also many past events that I am not familiar with—perhaps, the past events of all living beings have been contained in it. I reached out and picked up a triangular pink granule, and placed it on a small white cloud beside me, and the past granule slowly melted away.In the rising clouds and mist, I saw a small kitchen, where meatballs were being cooked in an earthen pot, and the smell of meat was blowing over my face. Next to the stove, a white-haired mother was dozing off.Whose story is this?Is it because of the affectionate gaze of a certain child that this moment condenses into shining beads in the river of time?

After a while, the image on the white cloud dissipated, and I bent down again, picked up a yellow diamond-shaped particle from the Moon River, and placed it on the white cloud that was passing by.The particles of the past slowly dissipated, and the children's laughter came from the rising clouds. After clearing the fog in front of me, I saw a dirt road in the countryside, and the roadside was full of golden wild chrysanthemums. Six or seven children Bare-headed, bare-footed, running from a distance while rolling a hoop——the girl who ran last, like a wild boy, wasn't I when I was a child?Her dress was so torn, with ugly patches at the knees and hips--these were my brother's old trousers!But she is so happy, completely unaware of her own poverty, she plays the most free and happy game in the world, running, running, running to the end of the galaxy.I stood on the top of the high rainbow bridge, the wind blew into my eyes, and I blew long-lost tears—all these years, I wore expensive skirts from fashion stores, but I could never be like that barefoot girl again The patched girl is so happy...

I picked up colorful gyro granules, green fruit granules, small windmill-like granules, and small ear-like granules... I saw the old story of the little squirrel father teaching the little squirrel to jump branches, the apple tree and the hedgehog making friends The past, the past of Dudu Xiong and the big tiger going on an outing...I picked up a bunch of particles, but I couldn't find any past events related to my childhood. I was very sad and was about to leave when I saw a full flower bud floating along the water . What kind of past events will the bud-like particles contain?I put it on the white clouds, and the buds slowly unfolded. A pleasant fragrance of the past rose up like a mist. When the hidden stamens were exposed in front of me, the petals turned into musical notes——

"The boat rolls lightly under the bridge, How much do you know about the wind and rain on the bridge? Half sung, half and a ballad, The lotus on the lake is just blooming..." Baiyun is gone, but Gezi still stays in my heart, lingering.What a familiar melody!This song is my childhood friend. I used to sing it over and over again, and every time I sang it, I got the happiness of lotus in the lake.But now, one day after another with feet flies by, I have almost forgotten about it.I don't hear this song anymore, I don't sing this melody any more, as if it hadn't affected me at all from my wonderful encounters with me in childhood!As if I had nothing to do with it!It's as if it was washed away by the river of time, and I don't care at all! ...But it turns out that it has been hidden deep in a secret corner of my heart, waiting for a certain moment to resonate deeply with me again.

I picked out the particles of the past in the running water, and picked up buds that were about to bloom one after another.As if playing a record, I unfolded them one by one, letting the stream-like melody fly high into the starry sky. At this moment, I clearly understand how different these songs I have loved are from other songs—every song I have loved, like the seeds of stars, stay in the soil of my heart, In the passing years, they grow into star trees, making my heart bright and vivid.Now, listening to them again, the stars in me burst into brilliance, echoing the melody in the sky. I suddenly understood that as long as we truly fall in love with a song, we can become a real singer, and the beauty of music is something we can never enjoy...

I don't know when, many boats listening to songs came down from the Rainbow Bridge: the angel's moon boat, the ant's fallen leaf boat, the fairy's colorful feather boat... and, far away in the starlight forest, the little fox's grape island is heading towards Coming this way.Behind the little fox, the small island of radish followed by the little white rabbit, and the small island of green grass with the bleating sheep... This night, the concert in the Milky Way Forest stopped, and all the creatures came under the Rainbow Bridge to listen to these beautiful songs that belonged to the depths of their hearts.How I wish that this night will never end, and the singing on the Rainbow Bridge will never stop.