I seem to remember that I heard their sighs in my dreams when it was quiet in the middle of the night, when the rain was falling and the darkness was shrouded. The creator gave them beauty, but they didn't know how to care for jade. Obviously, the beauty of chrysanthemum is delicate, although it is full of pride, but anything solid in the world has its own weakness that can be destroyed ...
When the weather is sunny, that bright color is enough to shock people. I walk on by them, all cocked his head, smiling brightly, charming and shy. At the moment, I feel that this corner belongs to me, and it is the acme of the world. These chrysanthemums only bloom for me, and the shy eyes are all directed at me.
I really want to pick them in my arms, but somehow I seem to understand that they are untouchable, pure and undefiled beauty, but I can't restrain the inexplicable impulse in my heart. Finally, I unconsciously put out these sinful hands and gently touched them on the soft face, but my heart is lonely, frightened and full of infinite tenderness; At the moment of touching the flowers, a shallow smile appeared in my mind, as if a girl was floating in the air. She said to me, "Sister, don't be sad, my soul will turn into a chrysanthemum, and it will bloom when autumn comes!" The outstretched hand bounced back and froze in the air ...
This girl is one of my cousins, and her name is Guiju. I remember when I was a child, her face was red and her eyes were big. Although she grew up in Shan Ye, her skin was as white as snow. There is always a sweet smile on his face, and two small dimples are fascinating. Many of our little friends play together, and the adults only praise her: "Guigui, this child, is a beauty." He must be a beauty when he grows up. " Who is Xi Shi? We don't know. But beauty knows. Television was a rarity at that time. Uncle is a village party secretary, and his family has a TV. As soon as the TV is turned on in his house, a dozen children sit on the steps outside the door and watch quietly. There is a person named Wang Zhaojun in it, and people call her beauty. Really beautiful! Guigui was watching, too, with her eyes wide open, grinning, and giggling when she was not careful. Everyone rolled their eyes at her, and the word "hate" was choked in her throat. We enjoy watching TV dramas that seem incomprehensible. The beauty was so impressed that the geese were so fascinated by her that they forgot to fly and fell to the ground.
After many praises from adults, our attitude towards Guigui has also changed, and the seeds of jealousy have taken root in our hearts. Especially after learning Snow White in the textbook, the teacher asked the students to perform in different roles. When the teacher asked who would play Snow White, all the girls raised their small hands and rushed to shout "me" and "me" ... The teacher glanced at the students and said with a smile, "Come on Guigui." Students pursed their mouths, like deflated balls, unhappy. After class, they all alienated Guigui and didn't play with her. At first, she was all right, with a smile on her face, and stood by and watched her classmates play. Sometimes I followed my classmates and shouted. After a long time, she is very sensible, like a lonely bird at a distance, cowering in the corner, watching others play. There is also a smile on his face, which is somewhat far-fetched, and his eyes are flashing with helplessness and sadness.
one day, she didn't come to school, which happened to be her duty. At noon, seven or eight children rushed out of her house with brooms, and the door was closed, and they shouted, "Huang Guiju, you lazy bastard. Hit a hemp snake to feed you. " There is a folk saying: "I am too lazy to burn snakes to eat." It is believed that snake meat can cure laziness. Screaming, nothing happened, just playing outside her house. With a creak, the small wooden window opened, and she leaned out, her pale face and messy hair, trying to squeeze out a smile, but she couldn't hide her pain. It turned out that she was ill. Everyone blinked, and the shout was all over. A few days later, when she got well and returned to school, her classmates forgot their jealousy, made up with her, and played and studied happily together. The innocent smile was engraved on her cheek again.
The good times didn't last long. Guigui's life changed at the age of nine. In the early summer of that year, it was the weeding season, and there was a road between our two houses. My parents and I are weeding in the field. The green corn is knee-deep and hula hula is swaying in the wind. Except for a while, my parents always stop to praise me and my sister for their quick removal, and occasionally tell jokes. The family was in full swing when there was a sad cry from above. We stopped and looked up. It turned out that Guigui had been beaten by her mother. Guigui cried loudly, her mother swore, and the air echoed with crackling slaps. Guigui cried sadly, and her father was in the field, leaning on a hoe with a pipe in his mouth and smoking a cigarette. Didn't protect her, didn't persuade her mother. My mother didn't know until she asked. Guigui was beaten for a very simple reason. When she was weeding, she accidentally shoveled the bean sprouts as weeds. After a few words of exhortation, her mother stopped, but Guigui's crying was still floating in the wind ... No one comforted Guigui, and it is common for children in the countryside to be beaten and cry. They all bowed their heads and continued to work. Guigui's crying gradually became smaller, and no one knew when it would stop.
As the sun set, we were tired and hungry after mowing the grass and hurried home.
it seems that everything is back to normal. Guigui and I still go to school, play games after school ... Days slip by in a hurry, but what hasn't changed is her shallow smile. One day, Guigui didn't go to school again. The teacher said that she had asked for leave, and we thought she was ill. Several days later, I heard a news that Guigui was deaf and blind. I can't go to school anymore. Like a bolt from the blue, I sat for a long time, feeling faint pain and sad injury in my heart. Adults are talking about it, saying that Guigui is like this because of her mother's beating.
the real reason is unknown. Her parents didn't take her to see a doctor or go to a big hospital for examination. Guigui no longer goes to school and can't go to school. She will never lose the blue sky, the blossoming white clouds, the gurgling water, the twittering birds and the gorgeous mountain flowers she loves. I don't know if Guigui is sad. She couldn't open her mouth again.
Her life is tinted with gloom. She can't hear or see the light, but she still has to work. She followed her parents to the fields with a basket on her back. She couldn't see where the crops were growing, so she was responsible for transportation. Carry fertilizer in spring, pig grass in summer, corn in autumn and ox grass in winter. She walks slowly and has to explore her way forward. She knows every mountain road very well, but that was before. Only she knows the feeling of groping. It is said that someone once saw her fall into a ditch and cut her hand.
As time goes by, Guigui's face is no longer smiling and her eyes are no longer glowing. She may be dispensable in this family, right Even when eating, I was bullied. At the dinner table, she couldn't see the food, so her parents just put some in her bowl. Whether she likes it or not. Sometimes when she finished eating, she only clutched it by herself. When her chopsticks found her brother's favorite food, her mother quickly crossed the right hand holding chopsticks and bounced Guigui's right hand back. She hesitated for a moment, stopped picking vegetables and choked up the dry rice in the bowl. Groping out the door, what to do.
At the beginning, outsiders complained about her grievances and sympathized with her sufferings. After a long time, it is common.
Later, the school where I studied became farther and farther away. After graduation and work, I also had my own home, and she gradually became indifferent in my memory. Even if she grows into a big girl, I have never seen her face. It was not until winter that I visited a relative's house that I heard many people talking about her. As soon as I heard her name, her innocent smile flashed in my mind. I came at once to inquire about her recent situation. The news that can be obtained makes me sad, and Guigui is gone. Relatives and neighbors lamented her fate and talked about her experiences before her death. There is one thing I didn't know. In recent years, Guigui's grandfather has a round meal. Her father and brother are three, and each grandfather has four months, which happens to be his turn at her house.
One day, her mother was driving an ox cart to the fields, and she followed, walking well. After leaving the village, her mother looked back and saw her grandfather looking outside the village, and his face was immediately covered with frost. Raise the bullwhip in your hand and give Guigui a hard smoke on her leg. With a bang, Guigui squatted down with a twisted face. Her mother kicked a few feet at her back again in disgust and swore. Guigui didn't stand up for a long time, and her hands kept wiping her legs. Guigui didn't cry, and there was not a tear on her face, but her expression was very painful. Grandpa just stood there, sighed helplessly and long, and two lines of tears covered his cheeks ... Guigui was like a silent innocent lamb, wondering why he was beaten. Grandpa knows that this anger is directed at him.
It is said that when she went there, the north wind was blowing and there were ice flowers hanging on the trees. She just left the world quietly. Come warm and bright, go dark and cold. In fact, when she was alive, she had realized the indifference of her family. Suffering every day. The cold wind blowing through my heart is far colder than the natural cold wind.
people say that every girl is a flower. Open in your own world, gorgeous in the eyes of others. Some are delicate, some are delicate, some are fragrant, and some are elegant. But they all show the beauty of life in full bloom, and it is the green leaves that set off the beauty. She could have been as gorgeous as a peach and plum, as gorgeous as a chrysanthemum, attracting bees and butterflies, and all flowers vying for jealousy.
But she blooms so lonely, so sad, and withers thin and early.
I don't know if there is anyone who loves her! Do you have any lingering concerns when you leave? I don't know She used to have a carefree childhood, but she licked her pain alone in the most beautiful age and silently endured suffering in the silent world and darkness. No one understands, let alone shares. She was hastily buried, a pit filled her soul, and a mound of loess drowned her youth. After the burial, her mother usually squatted outside the door to wash vegetables.
Unfortunately, what caused Guigui to die and what caused her deafness has always been a mystery. She never went to the hospital, nor was she treated in time, so a fresh life disappeared in people's doubts.
In fact, she is just a chrysanthemum, which blooms silently in Shan Ye. The mountains have made her pure and lovely, and God has given her beauty and humility. The cool wind and cold rain can't destroy her strength. She lives simply, arousing her clanking pride and vitality regardless of the region. The disease is cruel and heartless. How can it know how to be sympathetic? Her death took away her youth and beauty, leaving only a faint smile and a faint aroma ...
The rain whizzed up again, deposited heavily on the delicate petals, and it was cold and heavy, fading away their freshness, becoming more and more miserable and pale, hanging her head low, and falling down the sad tears as soon as she saw me. And the tears seem to flow by themselves, and the rain seems to hit my heart. They are full of desolate sadness, cowering in the wind and rain, without the charming, feminine and sweet smile of last night, and the endless sadness, helplessness and sadness are hidden in the residual face.
My heart hurts. Their smiles are sad. How many degrees of drizzle and cold rain have charm and pallor changed? Should I complain about the narrowness of cold rain? Is the beauty of chrysanthemum also called jealousy? Does it not tolerate good things in its mind and try to destroy them? The beauty of chrysanthemum is humble. It is far away from the hustle and bustle of spring and bustling midsummer, silently blooming and swaying in the cold wind. It withdrew from the dispute and used dignified and beautiful makeup to shrink the cold world. But the autumn rain soaked its spring dream, robbed its beauty and destroyed a unique scenery ...