I never throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-save it.
Fold into a boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please carry her love.
And sadness.
Bing Xin's prose "Little Orange Lamp"
This was more than ten years ago.
One afternoon before the Spring Festival, I went to see a friend in the suburbs of Chongqing.
She lives above the town hall in that village. Walking up the dark stairs, I walked into a room with a square table and several bamboo stools, and a telephone on the wall. Then I went into my friend's room, separated from the outside by a curtain. She is not at home. There is a note on the table by the window saying that she will go out temporarily and asked me to wait for her.
I sat down at her desk and picked up a newspaper to read. Suddenly, I heard the door of the outhouse creak open. After a while, I heard someone moving a bamboo stool. I opened the curtain and saw a little girl, only about eight or nine years old, with a thin and pale face, purple lips with cold, short hair, worn-out clothes and a pair of sandals barefoot, boarding a bamboo stool to meet the listener on the wall. When she saw me, she seemed startled and shrank back. I asked her, "Are you going to call?" As she climbed down the bamboo stool, she nodded and said, "I want a doctor in the hospital." My mother just vomited a lot of blood! " "I asked," Do you know the phone number of the hospital? " She shook her head and said, "I was just about to ask the telephone office ..." I quickly found the hospital number from the phone book next to the machine and asked her, "Who should I invite to see a doctor?" She said, "Just say that Wang Chunlin's family is ill and she will come. "
The phone got through, she thanked me gratefully and then left. I grabbed her and asked, "Is your home far?" She pointed out the window and said, "It's just under the big yellow fruit tree in the mountain nest, and it's within walking distance." With that, he went downstairs.
I went back to the back room, read the newspaper back and forth, and picked up a copy of Three Hundred Tang Poems. Halfway through it, it was getting darker and darker, but my friend still didn't come back. Bored, I stood up, looked at the misty mountain scenery outside the window, saw the hut under the Huangguoshu, and suddenly wanted to see the little girl and her sick mother. I went downstairs and bought some red oranges at the door, stuffed them in my handbag and walked along the uneven stone road to the door of the hut.
I tapped on the door of the board. Just now, the little girl came out to open the door. She looked up at me, paused for a moment, and then smiled and beckoned me in. The room was small and dark, covered with boards against the wall. Her mother lay flat with her eyes closed. She is probably asleep, her head is covered with blood, and her face is turned inward, only to see the messy hair on her face and a big bun at the back of her head.
There is a small charcoal stove by the door, with a small casserole on it, steaming slightly. The little girl asked me to sit on the stool in front of the stove. She squatted next to me and looked at me all the time. I asked softly, "Has the doctor been here?" She said, "yes, I gave my mother an injection ... she is fine now." She seemed to comfort me and said, "Don't worry, the doctor will come again tomorrow morning." I asked, "Did she eat? What's in this pot? " She smiled and said, "sweet potato porridge-our New Year's Eve." I remembered the oranges I brought, so I took them out and put them on the low table beside the bed. Without saying anything, she reached for the biggest orange, peeled off a section of the skin with a small knife, and gently rubbed more than half of the bottom with her hands.
I asked in a low voice, "Who else is in your family?" She said, "No one is here now, my father has gone outside ..." She didn't go on, but slowly took out an orange from the orange peel and put it next to her mother's pillow.
The light of the fire gradually dimmed and the outside turned black. I stood up to leave and she took my hand. She quickly took the big needle of twine and surrounded the small orange bowl relatively, like a small basket, carrying it with a small bamboo stick. She also took a short wax head from the windowsill, lit it in it and handed it to me, saying, "It's dark, the road is slippery, and this little orange light shines on you up the hill!" "
I took it appreciatively and thanked her. She walked me out. I don't know what to say. She seemed to comfort me and said, "Dad will be back soon. My mother will be fine by then. " She drew a circle in front of her with her little hand and finally pressed it on my hand: "We are all fine!" " "Obviously, this" everyone "also includes me.
I am carrying this clever little orange lamp and walking slowly on the dark and humid mountain road. This hazy orange light really can't shine far, but the little girl's calm, brave and optimistic spirit inspires me, and I seem to feel the infinite light ahead.
My friend has come back and saw me carrying a small orange lamp and asked me where I came from. I said, "From ... from Wang Chunlin's house." She said in surprise, "Wang Chunlin the carpenter, how do you know him?" Last year, in the medical college at the foot of the mountain, several students were taken away by the producer of * * *, and later Wang Chunlin also disappeared. It is said that he often delivers letters for those students ... "
That night, I left the mountain village, and I never heard from the little girl and her mother again. But from then on, every Spring Festival, I will think of that little orange lamp. 12 years have passed, and the little girl's father must have come back early. Her mother must be fine, too, right? Because we are all "good"!