1. It waited for me to be born, and then waited for me to live to the most arrogant age when my legs were suddenly disabled. Over the past four hundred years, it has eroded the ostentatious colored glaze on the eaves of the ancient palace, faded the flamboyant vermilion on the door walls, collapsed sections of high walls and scattered jade inlays and carved railings, and the old cypress trees around the altar have become increasingly gloomy. , the weeds and vines everywhere are lush and open. It must be time for me to come. One afternoon fifteen years ago, I rolled my wheelchair into the garden. It had everything prepared for a lost person. At that time, the sun was getting bigger and redder, following its eternal path. In the quiet light that fills the garden, it is easier for a person to see time and see his own figure.
2. In the past fifteen years, the shape of this ancient garden has been arbitrarily carved by people who cannot understand it. Fortunately, there are some things that no one can change. For example, the setting sun in the stone door of the altar, the moment when the silent brilliance spreads, every bump on the ground is reflected brilliantly; for example, during the most lonely time in the garden, a group of swifts come out and sing loudly, making the world desolate; for example, in winter The footprints of children on the snow always make people wonder who they are, where they have done what they have done, and where they have gone. For example, those dark ancient cypresses stand there calmly when you are melancholy. When they are happy, they still stand there calmly. They stand there day and night, from the time you were not born until you are no longer in this world; for example, a heavy rain suddenly falls in the garden, stirring up bursts of scorching heat. The strong and pure smell of grass, trees and earth reminds people of countless summer events; for example, the sudden arrival of autumn wind, another early frost, fallen leaves, swaying, singing and dancing, or lying calmly, the ironing and slightly bitter scent spreads throughout the garden. smell.
3. For a moment, I was even full of hatred and disgust for the world and God. Later, I wrote in an article titled "Albizia Julibrissin Tree": "I sat in the quiet woods of the small park, closed my eyes, and thought, why did God call my mother back so early? For a long, long time, I was confused. I heard the answer: "She was in too much pain. God saw that she couldn't bear it anymore, so he called her back." I seemed to get a little comfort, and I opened my eyes and saw the wind passing through the woods."
4. If the time of day is used to correspond to the four seasons, of course spring is morning, summer is noon, autumn is dusk, and winter is night. If we use musical instruments to correspond to the four seasons, I think spring would be the trumpet, summer would be the timpani, autumn would be the cello, and winter would be the French horn and flute. What if the sounds in this garden correspond to the four seasons? Then, spring is the whistle of pigeons floating above the altar, summer is the long cicada song and the poplar leaves making fun of the cicada song, autumn is the ringing of wind chimes on the eaves of the ancient palace, and winter is the casual and empty woodpecking of woodpeckers. Voice. The scenery in the garden corresponds to the four seasons. In spring, it is a path that is sometimes pale and sometimes black, and in the sometimes bright and sometimes gloomy sky, strings of poplar flowers are swaying; in summer, it is a dazzling and scorching stone bench, or a cool and climbing There are moss-covered stone steps with fruit peels at the bottom and half a wrinkled newspaper on the steps; in autumn there is a large bronze bell. A large bronze bell was once abandoned in the northwest corner of the garden. The bronze bell and the This garden is of average age, covered with green rust, and the characters are no longer legible; in winter, there are a few old sparrows with fluffy feathers in the clearing in the forest. How about using your mood to correspond to the four seasons? Spring is the season of illness, otherwise people will not easily detect the cruelty and longing of spring; in summer, lovers should fall in love in this season, otherwise it will seem like they are sorry for love; in autumn, when you buy a potted flower from outside and go home, put the flower on it. I am away from my home, and I open the windows to let the sunshine into the house, slowly recalling and sorting out some moldy things; in winter, accompanied by the stove and books, I am determined to not die over and over again, writing some letters that I will not send. . You can also use art forms to correspond to the four seasons, so that spring is a painting, summer is a novel, autumn is a short song or poem, and winter is a group of sculptures. What about dreams? How about using dreams to correspond to the four seasons? Spring is the shouting on the treetops, summer is the drizzle in the shouting, autumn is the land in the drizzle, and winter is a solitary pipe on the clean land.
5. For a while, one of the old couple suddenly stopped coming. In the evening, only the man came for a walk alone, and his gait was obviously much slower. I was worried for a long time, fearing that Something happened to that woman. Fortunately, after a winter, the woman came again. The two of them were still walking counterclockwise around the garden. The two figures, one long and one short, were like the two hands of a clock. The woman's hair was much whiter, but she still clung to her husband's arm. Walk like a child. The word "pan" is not used appropriately. Maybe we can use "桀" instead. I wonder if there is a word that has both meanings. ?
6. I often think that ugly women create beautiful women. I often think that it is the fool who points out the wise man. I often think that cowards are the foil for heroes. I often think that Buddha is saved by sentient beings.
7. He was a child when I came. He had so many childish thoughts, so he cried and clamored to come. As soon as he came and saw the world, he immediately became a desperate lover. , and for a lover, no matter how long time is, it is fleeting. At that time, he will understand that every step is actually on the way back. When the morning glories first bloom, the funeral trumpet has already sounded. But the sun, he is the setting sun and the rising sun all the time. When he was burning and walking down the mountain to collect the desolate remaining light, it was exactly when he was burning on the other side and climbed to the top of the mountain to spread the fierce morning light.
One day, I will also walk down the mountain quietly, holding on to my crutches. That day, in a certain valley, a jumping child will inevitably run up, holding his toys.
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