Huiqiao has cats, domestic and stray, I can’t tell the difference.
There are cats meowing in Huiqiao. I heard them this spring. Their normal calls are spring.
Huiqiao’s cat meowed in the middle of the night. In the early morning, it screamed loudly and rhythmically. The voice seemed to be floating in the air, turning Huiqiao’s house into a sound system. I woke up last night and this morning. I don't know how many people suffer from insomnia all night after hearing the cat's meow. I am one of them, but I have no regrets. The cat's meow wakes me up, but it's not because of the cat that I can't sleep. I am me, in the house. Cats being cats seem to be everywhere. It doesn't matter much. I'm not afraid of cats. When I was eating in the small shop downstairs, the stray cats in the green belt sneaked over and picked up the soup leftovers on the floor. I would also pull the fish heads off the plate. Come down and throw it over. Stray cats are not afraid of people. In their place, all people are the same, benevolent and cruel, or kind and vicious. Different cats, different places, have exactly the same understanding of people. No matter what kind of person they are, they regard them as their servants. And we just regard humans as the masters of nature. If you look at the situation in the community, you will know that the original bushes and green belts have been uprooted and replaced by smooth floor tiles. People want to relax, and cats want to hide. If they can't hide anymore, where will the cats go? It howled in the middle of the night, using a baby's voice, using a dolphin's voice, singing in bel canto, crying, whispering euphemistically, and then shouting loudly... Huiqiao was like a huge man, with countless eyes opened in the window , there are only invisible sounds lingering outside the house.
The cat is tearing this moment apart.
Two cats, one male and one female? No way of knowing.
Have they lost a spring? No way of knowing.
Are they missing the joys of the past? No way of knowing.
Have they lost their home? Or are they complaining about the unfairness of their fate? At this time, when the world is completely silent, they jump out and howl just to vent their anger against the world?
Could it be that it is nothing, they are singing. They crossed the tight security blockade, crossed the wide road, entered Huiqiao, and found a territory that belonged to them. Do they want to sing loudly?
It’s nothing. In the late spring of 2013, no one knows the reason for the cat meowing in the middle of the night. They are not alone, and they may not be happy, but their voices are becoming more and more like a baby, a baby that knows expressions, understands human feelings, and understands the world. Terrible baby, poor baby. They are like this, but we don't know what kind of needs they have? A light flashed in my head: They need cages! Put them in a cage of love! We humans are the most lacking in love. We use our fraternity to drown the freedom they want!
After the cat meowed for a long time, and the whole place got goosebumps, the security guards squatting in every corner realized that they could not continue to behave humanely, and these damn cats must be driven out. Footsteps came from all directions, hard leather shoes stamped on the solid concrete ground, and then the thud of hard objects being thrown into the bushes was heard, and the cat flinched silently. I blinked and waited for the effect of being driven away. After a long, long time, I heard the sound of a cat meowing. It was soft and ethereal, not only separated by a few pieces of paper, but also a few floors away. The cat is gone. The cat may know that this spring is coming to an end soon. Could it be that they came here just to announce the news?
Two cats, or a loving couple.
Two cats may meet each other while wandering.
The two cats may also be a pair of childhood sweethearts who eloped.
Also, they may have come out blatantly because they had a moment of fun and ignored the environment of overseas Chinese.
The two cats bring endless speculation and reverie to Huiqiao’s insomniac tonight. If it were a human being, would he howl at this moment? People don't know how. People are not cats. No, people are cats wearing clothes. People hide all their desires, conspiracies, and happiness in clothes, wrap them up, and wrap them tightly so that even sharp eyes can't notice them for a moment. to the person’s true intentions. But summer is coming, and people will have fewer and fewer clothes. Who will tease this summer style? Cat, cat-like propaganda, cat-like ignorance, cat-like boldness, cat-like sentimentality, cat...
I sat up and thought of a poem. I have been thinking of a poetry collection, I have been writing continuously for many years. My poetic youth has been divided into countless fragments by poetry, but I still work tirelessly and hope to arm myself with poetry. Now, I suddenly realize that the reason why I am so stubborn is because there is a lonely cat in my heart. A lonely cat will run away like crazy, but a lonely person can only use poetry to heal his wounds.
I hate it. I want to take off my clothes. I look at myself. My upper body is naked. My chest muscles, which are not strong, reflect the faint soft light of the desk lamp. They are very real and very thin. The cat in my heart has been running away. Today The night is about to end:
The cat is gone
The sound is gone
The night is not gone yet
The light is still in my hand
I picked up the knife
Insert it from the softest part of the head
Insert it slowly
Insert it into the knot of twisted nerves
Inserted into the bone
The knife drove away all the melancholy and despair with its sharpness
The cat came
Awakened the eyes with its claws
< p> Heaven still stands in the world...As I write this, I feel that my back is sweating, my body is numb, and I feel numb in waves. I tell myself again and again: I I'm going to sleep, I'm going to sleep, I'm going to sleep...