I was very young then. I was sitting in the yard reading my picture book, and a group of furry chickens were running in the yard. Mother asked me to look after these chickens and not let the weasel take them away.
What's a weasel like? My friend told me that weasels are as big as cats, some are thinner and longer than cats, and their mouths are very sharp, especially their tails, which are as hairy as torches. ...
Ah, how I want to see this weasel. I'm reading and waiting. I'm a little nervous, and there is no weasel coming. I'm a little depressed and feel that my life has really been wasted.
Soon, I learned from comic books about a suspected weasel-a fox. I don't know if the weasel is a fox. Asked friends, some said yes, some said no, many people confused the two, saying that it not only likes to eat chicken, but also is good at confusing people. At night, it will become a charming girl and run to the sleeping men, making them lose their vitality in a daze ... so people call it "Daxian".
I even think of the weasel as a fox in my heart, because the name fox is much more pleasant to listen to, and even a little "poetic" What a charming and terrible "fox", I am very eager to meet one. Whenever I sit in the yard reading or writing, I hope a fox will take risks.
"Sand, sand, sand ..." Sure enough, once I was absorbed in reading, the chickens were agitated. Before I came to my senses, I saw a rhubarb cat pouncing on a chicken with lightning speed and biting its throat. I suddenly understood what was going on. "Ah, fox, fox!" Then he stood up and ran after him. The fox finally put down the chicken, brushed it and fled to the door. At the moment he crossed the threshold, he looked back at me. It's really a confusing face with sparkling eyes and sharp corners of the mouth. It seems to be infected by a few drops of blood. In the blink of an eye, it dragged its long furry tail and disappeared into the bamboo forest. ...
This is the only time I have ever met a fox or a weasel alive. Another time, I saw two or three young people from a neighboring village walking through a wheat field with guns. Two of them had two small animals hanging around their waists, their legs hanging loosely and their tails dripping with blood. Taking advantage of my familiarity with one of them, I crustily skin of head chased it out and asked what animal it was. They told me it was a fox. I was in a trance, and I was thinking, is there the one I saw in these two?
I finally don't know what a weasel is and what a fox is, because since then, I have never seen a fox and a weasel in my hometown, and people no longer talk about the confusing story of a fox and a "big fairy". All this seems to have stopped in our generation. ...
monkey
"This time people really played badly." When I sat in this small pavilion in the mountains and watched the monkey show for a while, a poem by the Polish poetess Shim Borska suddenly came to my mind.
I should be ashamed of myself. Why did I come to watch this monkey training program? Do you appreciate the cleverness or stupidity of monkeys and satisfy your pride as a primate?
I don't know. However, I sat among several spectators who visited the mountain. When an old man came to such a pavilion-like performance venue with a whip in his hand, a few funny opening remarks made everyone laugh, and I laughed with him. But I found that there was cunning and pride behind the old man's smiling face. In my opinion, this cunning and pride is black.
There are whistles and whips. The monkeys who just jumped around the railing obediently walked to the center of the stage, lowered their arms and squatted down, looking timidly at the old man and the whip in their hands. Then at the old man's command, a monkey stood up, went to the old man's side, opened a box on the wooden chair and took out a hat and handed it to the old man. The old man told the monkeys to come forward and put hats on their heads. These monkeys became the Monkey King. However, they put the rope around their necks. Under the command of the old man, they made all kinds of movements: dancing, running, pulling carts, grinding people, and even picking up swords and guns to fight. In the process of doing all kinds of actions, some monkeys want to escape because they can't do it in place. However, the rope around their necks has dragged them back, and a whip shadow flashed overhead, so they had to do it again obediently.
The whip is whistling, the monkey is squeaking, the audience bursts into happy laughter and applause ... everything goes on.
I feel a little bored. I don't know whether I should run away or stay here and watch. Suddenly, I heard a loud cry. It turns out that the old man who tamed the monkey made the monkey do somersaults. Only one monkey has done this action, and the others can't. The whip whipped back and forth, but a dramatic scene appeared. The monkeys tried to escape together, but the old man pulled the rope tightly, and the monkeys jumped free and kept circling around the old man. Finally, they surrounded the old man and put the rope around the monkey's neck.
"Ha ha ha ..." All the audience laughed, and this burst of laughter sounded more hearty.
It's over. The old man also told a self-deprecating joke and pulled the monkey to pay tribute to the audience. Others boldly stepped forward and shook hands with the monkey to take pictures.
A performance, a monkey show in which many people, including me, participated. I just think it's funny, but it's not the monkey, it's me, and the audience, the old man ...
sweetheart
Returning to the city where I went to college again, I naturally felt an uncontrollable excitement in my heart. What emerges in front of us are scenes of youthful romantic time.
However, eighteen years later, "the deceased is like this." I can hardly find the city I remembered 18 years ago. I seem to have come to another place. At that time, those old streets were gone, and what stood in front of us was a brand-new building. The building is decorated with bright neon lights. Jinghu Lake in the city center has also taken on a new look. Terraces and gardens built by the lake are neat and beautiful, which makes people relaxed and happy. In the past, all those messy buildings and lights were removed, and the lake became quiet. Under the reflection of the distant lights, the lake seems particularly dark and thick. ...
I hired a rickshaw to take me around the lake, and I want to restore my memory. However, the oncoming is still the modern urban wind. On the side of the gate of my alma mater, I saw that the low-rise houses here had long since disappeared, showing a city square with a garden on one side. In the center of the square, a sculpture stands. In the middle of the towering column, a wing feather opens, spinning like a sunflower bird, eager to fly.
The rickshaw puller told me that this is a statue of a pigeon. Isn't the old name of this city Kuzi?
"What kind of bird is a pigeon?" I asked intentionally or unintentionally.
"cuckoo!"
Ah! Cuckoo! My heart is pounding! The pigeon turned out to be a cuckoo. I can't believe my ears. I feel incredible! After studying and living in this city for four years, I didn't even know that pigeons were cuckoos. I felt a little ashamed, so I boasted that I had a spiritual fate with this bird!
I was familiar with the cuckoo's cry when I was very young. Whenever the straw in the field turns blue in April and May, the cuckoo will fly from afar and sprinkle waves of cheerful crows from the night sky: "Make a tree, cut wheat and insert grass!" " "I am urging farmers to do farm work. It was on that spring night that another cuckoo's cry suddenly touched my poetic heart and made me eagerly push away my rice bowl, grab a pen and write my first poem: The cuckoo crows. Since then, I have been reciting poems to this day. I always say to myself, be a cuckoo and dedicate your affectionate songs to the earth, fields and villages. I also want to name my first book of poetry "The Cuckoo of the Earth". ...
I remember all this clearly. However, I have been in college for four years, but I don't know where it is-the city called Kuzi in ancient times, and its name, logo and mascot are also a cuckoo!
No wonder the word "pigeon" looks like the legendary nine-headed bird from the glyph; Or it is because there is another kind of bird called "Turtledove", which has the word "pigeon" in its name, and also reminds people that pigeons are a kind of turtledove. In short, it is hard for people to think that "pigeons" are cuckoos. Yes, the book of birds once said, "clumsy and safe." Zhang Hua's note: "Dove, dove also." The definition of "pigeon" in Ci Hai is two words: cuckoo. It seems that this statement is true.
After learning that "pigeon" is "cuckoo", how much joy comes to my mind! I seem to feel that there is really a mysterious power in the darkness, which points out the way of life for a person's eyes. Since I was a child, I have longed to sing deeply to the earth like a cuckoo for a lifetime. The most important experience in my life was spent in a place named after the cuckoo! This is not a sign of what it is! I was once again injected with a kind of strength, as if I had greater confidence in my life!
I looked back at the statue of the cuckoo again. Its wings spread out, as big as a wheel, as if spinning. It is as proud as a peacock. I think this is a bit exaggerated, but its wings are flying and its beak is ringing. I thank the sculptor of this statue. I feel that although the statue is still, the whole city is swinging the rhythm of this cuckoo's wings and feathers, and the whole earth is full of its songs. ...
Camel circle
The yellow sand is endless and endless.
This is a desert, this is a big carpet made of endless yellow sand; There is not a bright flower or any other color on this big carpet, that is to say, there is not a green plant here, and there is not even any sign of life.
Only sand, sand, sand, I do not know where so much sand came from, overwhelming, drying the endless desolation and harshness in the sky. However, strangely, there is a camel spring here, just beside a sand beam. A spring water gushed from the sand, and the trickling spring water merged into a pool of blue waves, like a jade inlaid in the middle of this ordinary and monotonous desert.
I don't know how deep this spring is, only that it is so clear; Clear as a mirror, you can see the clouds and stars in the sky; As deep as a person's eyes, it can penetrate a person's heart.
People-people who have been to this desert-say this is camel spring. Because it is shaped like a camel lying on its side; Others say that two camels are lying side by side. Some people even say that it is like camel's eyes, deep, calm, pure and moist. ...
Anyway, because of Camel Spring, this desert is not a completely dead place. People-travelers just need to keep going to Camel Spring, replenish a little spring water as precious as life, and then walk 200 miles, and then they can walk to the oasis and get out of the desert! ..... is really a god never shuts one door but he opens another!
What a precious spring, the spring of life! So the desert has an invisible road to business travel, and hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of territory have a lifeline!
For hundreds of years, people have crossed this line like needles, because with this line, they will never get lost in the vast desert again.
Travelers who cross the desert sometimes spend the night by camel springs. Bonfires and springs, accompanied by a long night of talk, such a legendary story spread in the vast sea:
Legend has it that there was an explorer in the early days who walked through many places and found charming scenic spots. One day, he broke into this desert of death. He rode a camel with limited water; He didn't expect that the vast desert was so boundless. He walked and walked, with the hot sun steaming overhead and the yellow sand boiling hot at his feet. His sweat is almost dry, and his skin is almost broken!
He came to the center of the desert, and he really couldn't hold on; He opened his skin, prepared to drink some water, and then walked on. When he put his skin on his lips, he saw his camel. His camel was exhausted, and even his lips were white with dryness. His heart trembled. He quickly handed the skin to the camel's mouth, but the camel slowly turned his head away.
The explorer drank a little water and walked on. He came to the place where people stopped and could no longer walk. The terrible thing is that there is no more drop of water in the skin. He took a few steps and collapsed on the sand beam.
He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were too heavy. He will feel more comfortable when he closes his eyes. He closed his eyes and saw only a vivid picture: an oasis emerged in the desert, with green grass and green trees dotted with scarlet flowers. ...
He woke up when the red flowers faded. When he woke up, he saw a sparkling spring under the sand beam. ...
The spring gushed out, but his camel disappeared, forever. ...