Five thirty.She got out of the office, ready to go home and rest.It takes ten minutes to walk, enter a city gate, pass two Only through winding small streets can I return to my residence.Before entering the city, you have to go up a small hill. When you reach the top of the hill, you can see several green hills five miles away. The unique Phoebe forest in the south makes the hills look fat and round, like big tombs. . Nearby is a field, where various vegetables are planted. At that time, there was an old woman working in the border town.Thoughtful, she stood on the hillside in front of the city wall for a while.There is a gap between the white clouds and the dark clouds in the sky that is slowly expanding, and the sky is evergreen and very peaceful.The row of tropical forests next to the road are tall and long, swaying in the breeze, and the leaves of the trees are washed by the rain, and the green waves turn silver, as if covered with a layer of green silver powder.The scenery is clear and beautiful, everything is picturesque.She is a little tired and a little thirsty.

Not in a good mood, facing this kind of simplicity and nature, it seemed that something had bumped into his heart, and he sighed softly.Walking with her was a girl with double braids, who was naive and naive, and said to her: "Sister, what a beautiful weather! It's still early, and we're not sent to exile, what are we busy with? We don't have to go home at this time. Go sit on the graveyard near the highway. Go there and look at the clouds in the sky, and it’s not too late to go home when it’s about to rain. The scenery is beautiful, you should learn from elegant people and write poetry!"

"To make poetry, you need a poet! I'm a layman. It's prose without chapters and rhymes. I'd better go home and drink some water. I'm very thirsty!" Shuang Braid refused to let her go, and deliberately joked, "You are like a poem in itself, you don't have to choose words to rhyme, and it is complete. You'd better go with me! There are several graves there, the terrain is high, Sitting on the top of the grave and blowing the air, you must feel refreshed, much better than drinking water. Mr. X said, this is also a kind of education!" "Like a poem is not a poem!" She thought of another thing, another kind of education of the soul or emotion, and said, "Whose grave?"

Shuang Braid said, "I don't know whose grave it is." He also said, "This weird world is always changing. Only God knows what it will be like tomorrow! How lucky are these people who died a hundred years ago? Filial sons and virtuous grandsons, spent a lot of money to ask Mr. Yin Yang to read Fengshui, found a good place, asked craftsmen to pile up stones to make a grave, and planted trees in the open space in front of the grave. Let us rest under the tree when it grows up. Our life People don't know how to be filial to the old, and they can't expect filial piety from the young. After death, I'm afraid they won't even be able to occupy a small mound of dirt!"

"What's the use of mounds after you die?" "Of course it is useful! There is a mound of earth as a grave, and the place is not too remote, so that later generations can sit on it and talk about everything like us, and they won't be so lonely after death!" Because the words were so ridiculous, Shuang Braid finished. At last, I felt very happy, so I started laughing.She is only twenty-one years old, and she has a good background, and she never knows what "loneliness" is.It's just that I enjoy reading and have some imagination desires, so I unknowingly resemble the people in the book. In fact, she didn't quite understand the meaning of "grave" and "life", and she didn't need to understand it.

"Everyone has a grave, and everyone needs a grave?" She thought farther and deeper, and let out a soft breath. She is twenty-six years old.The meaning of what she said was not understood by Shuangzier, but he understood it clearly.She knew what was going to be buried in her grave.An indescribable "past", a little tiredness of life, a dream, some resentment and hatred, ideals or illusions of one star and one meter - but this is not the time to think about these issues.The weather is unusually clear and bright, and it is easy to think of a beautiful day on a good day. She was willing to go home as soon as possible, and said to the companion with the braids, "I don't want to go to other people's graves, that's meaningless.

I have to go home and get some water, I'm so thirsty.I'm a water duck! " Shuang Braid knew that there was another reason for her eagerness to go back. There might be a college student in the residence who had been waiting for her for half an hour.That's the ugly duckling who drinks water all day long!He just smiled and said, "Go and rest. There are poems everywhere. If I want to be wild, I have to run!" It happened that someone in the distance greeted me, so I hurried away. She was left alone by the city wall, fascinated by the clouds in the sky for a while.She was a little disturbed, not quite the same as usual.It was as if two forces were quarreling in her life, "past" or "present", "classical" and "modern", "nature" and "living", confronting each other emotionally in her.She was in the middle of it, and she didn't know what to do.

Just at this time, several young women came out of the city. They all looked healthy and happy, with loose hair and red faces. When passing by her, one of them looked at her and looked back again and again after passing by. look at her.Embarrassed, she lowered her head.I just heard that person say to another companion, "That's not XX, why did she come here? The year before last, I saw her rowing a boat in the South China Sea of ​​Beiping, pushing her two oars back and forth, she looked so beautiful!" She was very happy, but frowned, and she only said softly to herself, "Is it beautiful or not, it's just a piece of prose."

There is a clump of small blue flowers by the side of the road ditch, a unique product on the grave mounds in the plateau. At some point in the past, it had a strange connection with her life.Remembering this "past", she picked a small bouquet and held it in her hand.At that time, in the poplar bushes beside the city, a Guo Gong bird was calling, with a low and muffled voice.Before the rainy season comes, spring flowers bloom all over the wasteland outside the city. The flowers are so blue, so small and perfect, blooming and falling like a lonely flower.But there is a good man who will bring Lucai every day and gather it into a small cluster as the decoration of her life.The gift is light in weight but not light in meaning!Counting the days, before I knew it, three months had passed.Now speaking, these personnel matters seem to have left an impression in the hearts of those involved, and they have disappeared and there is nothing left!Therefore, she squeezed the bouquet of blue flowers tightly and pressed it against her chest for a long time. "The past, let it be the past!" Thinking like that, recalling the meaning of the prose and poems he said at the moment, he slowly entered the city.

Guo Gongniao is still singing, as if teasing people to think about some unnecessary and fruitless problems. She thought it was funny and didn't want to think about it.As if everything is a foregone conclusion, it has been so in the past, it is so in the present, and it will continue to be so in the future. People should be smarter and more optimistic, and everything is not worth being persistent.There is also a small slope in the city. Some miscellaneous trees were planted along the main road. After half a month of long rain, the branches and leaves were as clean as a bath, and they were extremely green.The reeds and bitter wormwood on the side of the road are already taller than a human head, and the growth of life is everywhere.The old holly trees are blooming, the flowers are fine and white, gathered in clusters, and the fragrance is strong and spicy.

She walked very slowly, not thinking about anything, but wondered why Guo Gong's bird chirping was exactly the same as after the rain the day before in March.It seems that the past has not yet completely become the past, which is naturally good. She may just need to search for something from the past, something that belongs to pure poetry, in order to get the meaning of existence.This desire obviously has much to do with current fatigue.