Chapter 6 the sixth part

(fifty one) My name is Chen Shu, I grew up in Xinjiang. Many times I travel across different cities in a hurry. But my heart still has no direction, If one day you are at a subway station, train station or by the side of the road I saw a child carrying a black hiking bag, A child with bright eyes but a lonely smile, So please try to call me by my name, call me Morning Tree, I'll turn my head and smile at you, and say to you, Please take me home. (fifty two) My name is Chen Shu, Growing up in Xinjiang, Now living in the southwest corner of China. When I was a child, I always traveled frequently between the two provinces,

The scenery framed by the green windows of the train has become the deepest memory of my childhood. Dark green undulating quiet mountains, The lonely bird that suddenly soars into the sky in the golden wheat field, The fleeting gray iron stop sign, Unfamiliar faces on the platform, and also, When entering Xinjiang, there are large tracts of desert, You can't see the side at a glance. Occasionally a tree stands alone far away, one person, Look helpless. (fifty three) The tapestry on my wall was given to me by a foreigner, He bought it when he was traveling in Xinjiang, met me later,

I show him the way, Then he said thank you to me, The smile is pure and clear. He said he would give me the tapestry. When I got home I hung that tapestry on the wall, Then I saw fine and soft sand falling continuously from inside. I knew it was sand from the endless deserts of Xinjiang. You give me a tear, I saw all the ocean in your heart. (fifty-four) Among the people I know, the one who travels the most is Qi Leming, Because almost all of his life is traveling. He once told me he might be on the road all his life, keep walking, keep walking, On the day when I couldn't walk, I fell down,

Die quietly. (Fifty-five) He was my former friend, When we were in junior high school, we listened to rock CDs together. When I heard about graduation, he suddenly disappeared, Then I started getting letters from him over and over again, Postmarks from all over the world keep appearing in my mailbox, I caress those colorful postage stamps, I thought to myself: Qi Leming, Where are you now? (fifty six) Qi Leming and I used to be the top students in the school, We listen to various CDs at night, Then get the highest score in the exam. It's just that we're a little different,

I have the most perfect family, but he, In his words, "I only have mother, And I don’t even know if she wants to be my mother.” I clearly remember the sad smile on his face when he said this, I saw him turn his head away, I haven't spoken since then. (fifty seven) It was at his door, The two of us have been standing under the thick shade of the plane tree, The sun falls from the leaves, burst in all directions in his black hair. Then he said he went in, When he opened the door I saw his mother, The temperament is noble but the face is cold, she was coming out When she passed by Qi Leming, she didn't say a word,

I stood there silently watching Qi Leming quietly close the door, Then Qi Leming's mother quietly walked past me. Their family is big and rich, Even has its own garden and guard, But the moment I stood in front of his house, I feel inexplicably sad. (fifty-eight) Little A is my friend since childhood, We are like brothers, maybe even better than brothers. I always dragged little A around all over the world, And he always followed me crazy with a smile on his face, I remember one summer vacation when I was only 10 days away from school I took him to Xi'an, The city with its ancient walls,

It will remind people of the past city in the sunset. I experienced a wonderful thing that night, When I opened the hotel window, I saw a man under the decaying city walls Blowing the xun, in the trance and desolate voice, I saw that man's face, A little old but very energetic and clear, The edges and corners are sharp, he stood quietly in that place alone, Like an old painting, It is as beautiful as the lost Song Dynasty. I asked Xiao A to come over to see, When he walked to the window, he said in a low voice, oh, Then there was no sound, He and I just watched the person blowing the xun quietly all the time,

I have been seeing the stars falling on my shoulders like poplar flowers. (fifty-nine) The departure time of Qi Leming and I are always staggered, I'm always in class when he's leaving, And when I'm leaving, He's already on his way, Go to the next station. He always called every city a station, I asked him, So where do you think is home? he told me, have no idea, Just because I don't know, So I'm looking. I asked, What if you can't find it? He smiled and said, Then keep looking. (sixty) The only place I went with Qi Leming was the border of Sichuan,

In a place with few people, No one sees it as a tourist attraction, But Qi Leming will. That place is small, remote and backward, And there are no hotels. But I feel very peaceful and quiet, I can live with a place as long as it's not crowded and noisy. And the scenery there is beautiful. Those trees are very quiet, Simple and calm, Like the state of landscape painting between splashed ink and fine brushwork, It seems to be covered with a thick layer of water vapor from the south of the Yangtze River. Qi Leming and I walked on those ancient bluestone roads, There is cooking smoke wafting from the wooden houses on both sides and permeating the long alleyway.

With a worldly sweet and real taste.