Yes, I borrowed Woolf's title, but I did walk to the lighthouse that day.
It was a day in early March, on the terrace of a real estate on the river, leaning against the bar and looking out, it was a bit artistic:
The open lawn is about to be restored, and the undulating terrain reminds people of the grassland in the distance. An English word-moonlit night-bright moon on the sea-is the honorific title of real estate, which is decorated with a concave shape.
A little further, a bay of running water, two clusters of cockroaches and three or four birds passed silently. On the other side of the running water, the equally empty lawn fluctuates. The lighthouse stands tall. There are a few sparse trees under the tower, like newly planted Magnolia grandiflora, as small as earth. How vast the world is and how close the trees are to heaven.
I know that behind the lighthouse is the Yangtze River, but because it is cloudy and belongs to the Yangtze River estuary, there has been no boat for a long time. The river without sunshine hangs quietly in front of me, like the screen before the movie is shown.
How high is that lighthouse? What will be in it? I stepped off the terrace, crossed the lawn, a long bridge and walked towards the lighthouse. Through the soil slope, there is a small rape field on it. The lonely pine tree in the independent wilderness has a strong character.
"The lighthouse is a known point in the darkness." I was greeted by this famous saying written on the outer wall of the lighthouse, which came from Jennett Winterson's novel Watching the Lighthouse.
The path paved with broken bricks leads to the open door, and at a distance, I heard the sound of records. It seems that someone in the tower, like two or three confidants, is sitting on the spacious sofa listening to outdated but intriguing songs. The room is a room in the style of the Republic of China. When I walked to the door, one of them greeted me with a smile. They have never met, but they have a natural affinity. I like restrained enthusiasm and freedom from emotional kidnapping.
Oh, no one, of course. The quiet corner is just like its name-Cape Radio. As soon as I entered the door, I saw two lines of luminous words on the wall: recognize the truth of life and continue to love life.
Although the space here is narrow, the corners and corners reflect the decorator's intentions. Because it is small, it is warmer.
A desk, a chair, the desk lamp on the desk is really the style of the Republic of China, the turquoise lampshade, and the switch wire hangs down like a tassel. Next to the desk lamp, there is a small and unique wooden desk calendar, which reads: March 4, Fire.
I sat down at the table. There is a small bookcase on the left hand side, and browsing the spine makes me happy-little prince, deep in the forest of Siberia, I hope that one day you will understand, suddenly far away and suddenly near, and meet the piano travel notes of hours. These names really fit the mood of passers-by who are willing to sit here. Thank you for your heart and good taste.
According to my eyes, I took out Jimmy's picture book, because when I saw Jimmy, I remembered his words: If you have no worries, walk quietly for a while and you will be happy. I liked this sentence as soon as I read it. Now that I think about it, I will inevitably be upset. If I can walk quietly for a while, it will be a kind of rest, a kind of digestion and a kind of happiness.
In front of me, I casually opened his picture book, and what caught my eye was the blue starry sky occupying the whole page. It said in the starry sky: I hope he can find a way to survive! Isn't this sentence also addressed to everyone who is destined to come here, get this book and turn to this page? In the dark, there is a reason.
At this moment, I don't want to read any books or think about any problems. It's nice to sit at such a door. Outside the door, not far from the Yangtze River, you can see the continuous microwave on the river. The rapper on the radio asked: The world is infinite. Can you tell me what happened in your world? I really want to sleep at my desk, just like taking a nap at school.
Su Dongpo lived in Lingaoge when he was in Huangzhou. In his letter, he showed off to his friends: "There are no ten steps to live by the river, and the wind and rain are changeable. There are several in the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River. Fortunately, there is no beginning. " That's his lighthouse alone.
The world is vast and narrow, and the days are relaxed and compact. I stayed at the foot of the mountain for a long time and wanted to go up the mountain. Tired of staying in the mountains, I want to come down again. Ordinary people, all the same. People need to exile themselves to the ends of the earth at the right time, empty themselves, think nothing and do nothing. Perhaps this was the best thing to do at that time.
Climb up the stairs along the spiral staircase, drill into the sharp corner of the conch shell and stand at the highest point of the lighthouse. The soul of the radio station is hidden here-computers, headphones, microphones, reading books.
For a moment, I thought I could. I really wanted to send a few words to a stranger and my relatives living in another time and space through this radio station, telling me the changes that are taking place in this world and how I have been these years.
However, I can only lean against the pointed window of the conch shell, watch the river for a while and listen to the old love songs playing on the radio for a while. On March 4, 2022, this place belongs to my own cape.
While writing these words, I looked through the photos taken at the lighthouse that day one by one. When I saw the desk lamp, I felt backward-
Why didn't I pull the switch wire to see if it was on or off?
About the author: Jiang Xu, born in 1980s, signed a book at ten o'clock. Boil words to satisfy hunger, borrow strokes to draw the heart. Li Qingzhao: Who is a poet and who is a poet?