[Serbia] Ge Oluyic
There is a woman who is getting older and older, but she always feels that it is very painful to have no children. Every spring, the heavens and the earth are full of spring, the fish in the water and the birds in the air have children, and every family has children and grandchildren. Only her family could not hear the child's crying and laughter.
The woman lay down and went to bed in pain. She dreamed that she came to a field full of poppies. The sky was cold and clean, and there was no one around-only red poppies were flying, which she had never seen before.
"Look, it's a little ripe!" The woman exclaimed and picked a handful of poppy fruits. "I'll take them home!" "She thought, as if with wings, holding the poppy fruit ran home. There is a blue sky overhead and an endless field at the foot. Red poppies are dancing in the field. How did she suddenly fly and where did she fly? She didn't ask herself what was going on. She just flew away and didn't feel scared at all. She can't even feel her weight. At this moment, she heard a weak voice:
"Don't hold us so tightly!"
"Who's talking?" The woman looked around and looked at her feet. There's nobody there. "Is it my illusion?" She thought. But the voice is still repeating the same words. The woman turned and looked at the place where the noise was made, only to see the child's head exposed in the fruit in her arms. Then, one by one, they emerged from the shell, shook the red little wings and flew to the ground. A whole group! Women try to catch them, even if they leave one, but in vain. Like a breeze, they passed through her fingers, flew down and disappeared. A bunch of fruits, only one is not blooming. However, after a while, the fruit blossomed, and I saw three pairs of sparkling eyes staring at the woman. Their little faces are as red as the little sun and their eyes are bright. The woman can't help but sigh: "Even if one of them is my child!" She thought, holding her hands together, trying to keep them, but the three little guys also slipped out of her fingers and flew away.
In the field full of poppies, there are a large group of laughing children dancing and playing. Their laughter is as clear as two bells! They circled around the woman's head as if to tease her on purpose.
Women chase them, even if only one of them. But she flies fast, and so do the children. In the end, it all went away. The woman was shocked. All she could see was the empty sky and poppy fields with red waves. The woman woke up screaming in despair. Tears ran down her cheeks. She raised her hand to wipe her tears, but she heard a weak voice:
"Leave me alone, I'll do it myself!"
"Who are you? What are you going to do? " The woman looked everywhere, but there was no one in the house.
"I am your son!" The voice said. A woman's hand reaches her cheek and feels a little heavy. When she looked at it carefully, it was a tear. Tears suddenly burst open and a petite little boy came out. But this little boy is too transparent. Seeing things through his body is like seeing things through glass. He shines like dew. The woman jumped with joy, but she immediately became worried: what does this glowing creature eat? How can he resist the cold?
She gave him all kinds of delicious food and dressed him in all kinds of softest and warmest clothes. This is how the little boy grew up, but he was as thin as a grass.
"He will be strong!" The woman said to herself, "He will be the strongest man! Look how smart and beautiful he is! " She proudly pointed him out to her relatives and friends, looking for an expression of admiration for her child from their eyes. However, people look away unnaturally, shrug their shoulders and leave without saying a word. Only the mother thinks the little boy is smart and beautiful. She even imagined that one day children could work miracles. Unlike other children, he was born from tears. Isn't it?
But this little guy is afraid of other children. No matter at school or on the playground, he stays among the children and always feels that he is among a group of cruel giants. One day, he cried and refused to go to school. At school, everyone humiliated him, pushed him and laughed at him.
"Mom, I don't want to go to school." He bowed his head as he spoke, but the woman didn't give in this time.
"Look up, go to school! You are more beautiful and smarter than them. If they push you, you push them! They hit you, you hit them! " The woman said briefly, stroking the child's head, adjusting his clothes and watching him walk in the street.
The little boy hesitated and left. He fought back for the first time. Look, how strange! Now that others are shrinking in front of him, stop humiliating him and push him. But reading and writing are still difficult for him. The teacher's words buzzed in his ears like flies. He can hear them, but he cannot understand them.
"Mom, I'll never learn!" The little boy said angrily and threw the book aside. The woman bent down to pick up the book and put it in front of her son.
"You want to learn, and can learn! You can learn anything! You were born from tears! You can never forget this. " The woman pulled the little boy to her side, looked him in the eye and said.
Hey, the little boy really started reading, writing and understanding what the teacher said. The mystery of the earth, like a book full of * * *, is presented to him. He can understand the secret of grass and the mystery of language well. He firmly believes that grass and beautiful language can eliminate diseases and alleviate disasters. People came to the little boy's house in an endless stream, asking him to help relieve his illness or sadness.
The boy born from tears grew up to be famous. But he is still transparent, thin and small, as if he just can't control himself. The girls looked at him as if they were looking at a layer of glass. They either turned a blind eye or passed him by. No one smiled and no one reached out to him. Boyfriends are colder. They laughed and said, "A worm will never become a dragon!" " The young man began to curse his fate, and his mother lowered her eyes. For the first time, she felt powerless to help her son One morning, before dawn, my mother got up, and she was going to find a prescription to treat her child in the distance.
"What should I do?" She asked trees, streams, stars and frogs, "Where can I find my son's happiness?" She kept repeating this sentence. Tired of this sad voice, Dongfeng said to her:
"Your son's happiness must be found by himself, and you can't find it for him. However, you might as well climb the Sun Mountain and ask Mother Sun for advice! If it doesn't know where your son's happiness is, then no one will know! " The east wind followed the clouds, and women began to look for the Sun Mountain. No one knows where the Sun Mountain is, but the women keep looking. She stepped on thorns and rocks, crossed glaciers and walked through the hot desert. She was miserable and hungry, but she completely ignored it. In this way, I finally came to Sun Gang. Sun Gang is made of burning fireballs, which keep flashing and spew out hot heat. It's really scary No wonder people's footprints have never been here, but this woman is not afraid. The hot fireball burned off a layer of skin on the soles of her feet, and she ignored it. Before the sun rose out of the sea, she reached the peak of Sun Mountain.
"Woman, how did you come here? Who brought you here and what do you want? " Sun mother asked in surprise.
"I came by myself! I am looking for my son's happiness! " Mom said.
"You can't give him happiness!" Sun's mother shook her head and said, "His happiness lies in the heart of a girl with stars in her eyes, who is trapped in a poppy field. In order for your son to get her, you must disappear. You must throw the fireball into the solar furnace with both hands until the sun goes around the earth! " Sun's mother said sternly, "You'd better go home the same way." Your son's happiness is too expensive. "
The woman bowed their heads and thought for a moment and said:
"I am willing to pay this price for happiness!"
"You know, you can't be with him anymore."
"Then how do I know that he is happy?"
"You can see him, but he can't see you. He will think you are dead and forget you in happiness. Do you agree? " Sun mother said, revealing a sad tone.
"That's it!" The woman sighed and picked up the first fireball with her bare hands. What a terrible burn! It really hurts! The skin on her palm fell off one by one, just like the petals of a poppy. The woman looked at pieces of skin scattered on the ground from the air and turned into red poppies, but she didn't scream. Poppies spread more and more, covering the whole field. "Just like the poppy in my dream!" The woman thought, she found a very big flower, from which came a girl with stars in her eyes. The girl smiled and walked east along the road where the woman came.
"Your task is finished, you can go ..." Mother Sun patted the woman on the shoulder. As soon as her hand touched a woman, she immediately felt transparent and light, and then turned into the softest white cloud, which floated away with the east wind. The road where white clouds float away is the road that a girl from poppy has walked.
She slowly descended from the sky, getting lower and lower until she saw her familiar place and her home. The laughter from there knew that Sun's mother had not lied to her, and she began to tremble. She wants to see her son, so she must see him.
But when this moment came, the woman couldn't believe her eyes. The smiling young man turned out to be the thin and always worried child. The mother who became a white cloud went down again. Yes, it's her son! His eyes and cheeks are smiling. The woman cried happily. At this time, the young man looked up and seemed to feel something. How strange! In the blue sky, there is a white cloud full of sunshine, and in an instant, the cloud has dropped raindrops. Raindrops fell to the ground and turned into big red poppies. The fields around the young man's house soon turned red, as if a fire had suddenly broken out. That clear cloud is still floating low above the earth, and suddenly it becomes so gentle and peaceful. The wind tried to take it away, but in vain. Changes in the seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter can't change it, nor can changes in the wind direction shake it.
At dawn or dusk, people often see this white cloud falling very, very low, just like looking through a window. Who knows, maybe it's really looking around, or maybe people just think so.
One thing is certain: poppy is not so red and big anywhere in the world; No one knows the secret of grass better than a boy born with tears.
(Translated by Ye Junjian)
Women are half of human beings and the mother of life. This woman, who has never given birth to a child in a red poppy, feels "painful" for the lack of this important link in her life. As a female writer, Ouluyiqi openly faced up to and experienced her sexual affiliation and life right from the perspective of women's life and emotion in this fairy tale, and fully realized and vented women's reproductive desire and maternal love complex. Her passion, depth and persistence are touching. At the same time, Ouluyi's artistic way of expressing emotions is very special, which brings us a beautiful poetic mood and a sad but gentle emotional infection.
Women are eager to have children. The baby was born. But this child was born in a different way from ordinary people. He was pregnant because of a tear in this woman's eye. He is a crying child! A woman is the mother of a tearful child.
This is really a rock-breaking imagination! It has become the fulcrum of the whole fairy tale fantasy and the source of the author's feelings.
Fairy tales originated from a dream of this woman written by the author. Because she longed for her son, she had a strange dream about a field full of red poppies. When she ran home with poppy fruit in her dream, she found herself flying and saw the child emerge from the poppy fruit in her arms. They flapped their red wings and flew over the fields full of poppies. None of so many children is hers. At this time, the woman woke up in despair, and sad tears welled up in her eyes. At this time, a tear on the woman's face burst open, and a petite little boy, a tearful child, was born from it.
What tears does the child have? He is a woman's heart! Surging maternal love rushes out from here. For the growth of this child whose tears are as transparent and fragile as glass, the mother devoted all her maternal love, wisdom and strength. She is the sun of children. Her gift to children is not doting, but courage and will; It's not money, it's viability. The tears child's physical "congenital defects" made him grow into a young man and still "skinny". People look at him, just like "looking at a layer of glass, either turning a blind eye or passing him by". The mother witnessed that her son's survival in this world encountered insurmountable obstacles, and she gave her life without hesitation (lost her human form) in exchange for the healthy growth of the tearful child. At this point, we fully understand the theme of this fairy tale-this is a hymn to praise the mother and her love!
Mother's dedication is the key to this hymn. The author described this beautiful process for us in a mournful style. Mother waded through mountains and rivers, asked trees, asked streams, asked stars and asked frogs, and finally learned from Dongfeng Mouth that she had to find Sun's mother before she could find a prescription for the tearful child. She crossed the glacier, walked across the desert, and came to Sun Mountain, where the sun lived. Mother Sun told her that her son's happiness is in the heart of a girl with stars in her eyes, but after finding her son's happiness, she can never be with him again. Mother accepted this cruel condition. When she found happiness for her son, she became a white cloud forever. When she turns into a white cloud, she has to stay with her son for a long time, so she floats outside the window at home, guarding her healthy son, whether it is windy or rainy in spring, summer, autumn and winter. My son doesn't know that this white cloud floating above his head is the embodiment of his mother! Selfless maternal love, eternal maternal love, played to the extreme in The Red Poppy.
Red poppies appear repeatedly in this fairy tale: red poppies appear in mothers' dreams of longing for their children; A mother's journey to find her child's happiness presented red poppies; Mother turned into a white cloud and floated at home. She cried with joy when she saw her smiling son. When tears turn into raindrops and fall to the ground, they turn into red poppies! No wonder Oluyiqi named The Red Poppy as the title of the fairy tale, which is the color and background of the work and a symbol of maternal love.
A mother's love for her children is unrequited. The only hope is that when children are alive in this world, they can publicize their human conscience and behave well. The price paid by a mother for her son in fairy tales is tragic, but she should feel gratified, not only because her son is finally happy, but more importantly, no one knows the secret of grass like a boy born with tears-this is a symbol of spiritual quality. Grass is green all over the world. Wildfire never completely devours them. They grow taller in the spring breeze because it is rooted in the earth. The earth is the mother of grass-this is the secret of grass. The boy born with tears knows the secret of grass better than anyone else. He will love his mother as the grass loves the earth.
(Dada)