If the flute in the morning is not clear enough, what else can wake the sleeping soul? The blue sky in the dream and the charm of the wind vanished in a blink of an eye. The palest thing is memory, and the darkest thing is reality. Even if Wan Li is empty in the early morning of August, even if it is approachable at dawn in summer, it is better than the clouds and the moon at that time. It's obviously the same sky. What's the difference? The difference lies in the occasional glimpse of white between black hair and the bright red without pale cheeks.
The end of August is the eternal curse of students. However, this time is different. Finally, I don't have to work overtime, and I don't have to count the homework of "externalizing words" over and over again. Nevertheless, he got up early and looked out of the window. The scenery outside the window is not good. He has always admired those students who live on the top floor, and he can find the scenery relaxed and happy at a glance. At this time, he just looked at it silently, as if he didn't have any feelings. He looked at the path downstairs and his mind was full of going to school with his schoolbag on his back every morning. Or the faint rain in Mao Mao these days coincides with the feeling of walking home in low spirits. Life is destined to be a lonely journey. This is his conclusion at that time. I am surrounded by packed luggage, and it takes almost two people to lift it. If you really need any necessary luggage for a person's journey, it is enough to take an umbrella. Learn to care about yourself and don't catch a cold; Learn to care about others and learn to shelter from the wind and rain.
Perhaps intentionally, the bus to the airport took the most prosperous section of the city, and at the same time passed by his alma mater, where he lived for three years, and walked the way he went to school. When the bus flies along this section of the road, it really feels like going to school. When the school gate disappeared in the dust of the car in the blink of an eye, he realized that he had drifted away from his alma mater. The so-called souvenir is a thing, an experience, an emotion, which is in my heart in twos and threes, vaguely lazy and lingering, but will never appear in front of me again.
Because it is the most prosperous part of the city, there is always a constant stream of traffic. A piece of neon at night not only rippled in the river, but also reflected in his mind. What kind of prosperity is it to bear enough stories, enough tears and laughter, and to balance the unknown obstacles on the road ahead? What kind of prosperity is that, when we leave, we can respond to her call to leave the leaves, return to the root, reluctantly part, and then greet her anxiously? Footprints are printed on every street, and labels are attached to every alley. The bustling traffic that once belonged to us, red lights and green wine, must be sold at this moment. Once again, when I introduced the prosperity and neon I heard with my own eyes, I racked my brains and thought about it, but I could only helplessly suppress a few words: I have been here before.
When I arrived at the airport, I found that there were still familiar faces here. He hesitated whether to go up and say goodbye to her. It seems that the three-year relationship should be officially over. When she saw him, she came over with a smile. Ask each other, what a coincidence, it's all today's flights. I asked again, but I was embarrassed. After a moment of silence, he said, "The north is good, and there is' no catkins because of the wind', which just reflects your five talents." She said: "The south is good, and there is' Spring River and Blue Moon', which is just right for your poem."
Red bean shrubs grow in the south. In spring, they sprout many branches. People who miss them hope to collect more. Mix red bean has attracted people's attention.
The whistle blares and the blue boat urges. It seems that he should hug each other. Because of the misunderstanding between them, he even hesitated to shake hands. At last, there are thousands of words in the preface, and only one sentence is pressed: "Take care."
She turned and left with the same heavy suitcase, as if she had nothing on her mind. At this time, he silently spit out a sentence: "Always contact."
From near to far, Qingxi from deep to shallow. What about the last two sentences? He suddenly forgot.
She's not the only one I met. He stood at the window and watched the flights leave one after another, east and west, north and south, and Fengxiang. Everybody goes their separate ways. When shall we get together again? I'm afraid it's because you asked me that I haven't returned for some time. The farewell two months ago may be a lifetime.
I've seen enough of other people's scenery. I want to travel far. Looking down at the city where he lived for more than ten years in mid-air, he suddenly remembered a sentence that his mother would tell him every time he went out as a child: "Don't run", and he showed a weak smile.
Don't run away He really ran away this time. His parents also know that one day, he will rush to his own road, to his own future, to this bustling world and to the chaotic red.
two
If Xia Feng in June is not colorful, what else can be used to miss colorful childhood? The blue in the mountains is incomparable to the nature of the city. When there are no traces of man-made plants and trees, that innocence will be as gentle as sunshine.
He was walking on a country road, his parents were holding his hand, and a series of footprints full of family happiness were stepped on the wet land. While questioning the difference between "lawn" and "grassland", he followed his father to a "lawn" on the hillside.
"Will the lawn blossom?"
Parents are undecided. Let's take this as the definition of "lawn" for the time being, just as simple as his definition of everything else, and it is this definition that makes his world look so simple, as simple as the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Time is lost in the cycle, until the body can no longer smell the grass, and it continues to pass.
Father called this trip an "outing", so he insisted on stepping on the "green" every foot, and he didn't let go until he reached this green lawn. Going out for an outing is actually a hill near home. The beauty of June is that there is a skirt left by the wind in spring and a smell of summer blowing on the grass. Even the flowers all over the mountain can't tell if they are their own flower season, but they are all in full bloom.
"Flowers are getting more and more attractive, only shallow grass can have no horseshoe", and the sentence of spring outing is better than this summer outing. Among the disorderly flowers, red is the most, and there are shades in red. He just kept running and playing. He didn't know that he might never see such a scene again. Red is like a fairyland, you can only glance at it, but you can't stay long.
Mother sat on the ground casually, singing familiar songs. Mother's voice is very clear, especially in the mountains. Father smiled and said, do you think your mother looks like a madman? Don't scare others. Mother ignored her and sang. Besides, where is someone nearby?
Grass is delicious and English is rich and colorful.
It would be more beautiful if the peach blossoms on the other side of the mountain were still in bloom. My father said, pointing to a forest, as if the fragrance of peach blossoms was still floating there.
Peach blossom? Beyond the mountain is a large peach forest, which he has never seen before. Although it is not far from home, even this lawn is his first time. "It's not safe to leave home" is a sentence that his mother often reminds him, so he never runs far. However, looking at the lush and silent forest at the moment, he is still full of yearning. He tried to add peach blossom red to the forest in his mind, but he couldn't think of a sea of flowers anyway.
Go and have a look when you grow up. When you grow up, you can stay away from home, see the red of this peach forest, try to figure out the red of this world and witness the red of your life. Grow up quickly, grow up quickly.
Mom and dad are sitting on the lawn chatting, reminding him from time to time to "stop running". Of course not. He is very young.
He watched the butterfly stay on flower after flower, and then left. Possession blows away a dandelion, watching the feathers in the sky fly away from home, hiding from it in chaos, silently waiting for one day to wake up, bright and sad.
three
If the maple leaves in late autumn are no longer red, what else can respond to tearful eyes? The setting sun dyed half the sky red, and the wet road was dyed a gorgeous red after the rain. Maple leaves fall on both sides of the street. Several pedestrians waiting for the bus stood by the quiet street, standing in front of the sunset, becoming a few broken shadows. Occasionally, after passing one or two cars, the tires pick up water on the road, and the spray is sandwiched between the bright sunset and the beautiful road, which is as fleeting as a jumping flame. If someone wants to draw this picture, they must bring up the most gorgeous red on the palette. If someone wants to take this photo, they must give it a name-Luanhong.
He is not the kind of person who will cry because he misses his hometown, but sometimes he will be sad. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, he received moon cakes from his parents. Once there were too many moon cakes at home, and he ignored them. At this time, he received moon cakes thousands of miles away, but he was reluctant to leave. The moon is the circle of hometown. The reason why the moon is cloudy or sunny is probably to let people learn to cherish and look forward to it. Look forward to the full moon and cherish the time spent at home with your family.
Naturally, the family keeps in touch, and he receives letters from her occasionally. After all, we used to talk about everything. Every time he receives her news, he is always surprised, and then pretends to reply calmly, until one day, he can no longer be calm.
"The handsome boy confessed to me! ! "Although written on the table, he can also feel her uncontrollable joy.
"Congratulations." Not knowing how to answer, he managed to type three words.
"You have to refuel, too." She said.
Yes, he thought, what are you waiting for?
In the early morning of late autumn, the warm dream was disturbed by the autumn wind, and it was difficult to fall asleep after waking up. After washing in a hurry, casually put on a windbreaker and a scarf to go out. It is said that women please themselves. Isn't it? It's just that I'm afraid he has no intention of dressing up now, and he no longer pays attention to the choice of clothes and the collocation of colors. There is a delicate bracelet on the table. He picked it up and put it down again. It doesn't matter if the metal texture is too cold or too cold in this weather. Just put it in a box and put it away carefully.
A plain white trench coat, walking in the red makeup of maple leaves in late autumn. It was raining by the river last night, and the red leaves paved a red carpet. If there is no sunrise, it is reddish, like a slightly drunk face. He thought that if it were winter, a white seat of his own could be hidden in cold white, so it wouldn't be so abrupt. If his temperature could be the same as this world, he wouldn't feel cold, but now he still has a heart with a temperature. In fact, if you look closely, the morning glow is long gone, only dead branches are left in the maple tree, and the red leaves on the ground are also buried under the soil. Is this red mess in your eyes the color you see or the color of your eyes? Or the color of the heart?
The autumn wind swept through and invaded from the corners of the windbreaker. The scarf is not warm enough, and it is still full of chill. I used to keep my hair long to protect my ears when I paid attention to my hairstyle. Now my short hair has turned my ears red with cold. At this time, he still misses the bracelet in the box. If it was taken before he went out, it might be the warmest object now. Metal things are always easy to heat and cool, and no one's heart beats fast and cools slowly.
Autumn is already like this. How cold should winter be?
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Far away, in his impression, out of reach.
Leaning against an old and cold trunk, he felt that two equally lonely lives were living together. I look like a man waiting for a bus now, but he is not standing at the bus stop. Just waiting, waiting is out of reach.
Who can blame? Strangely, the hope that should have been extinguished has not been extinguished, and I don't want to extinguish it myself.
The remaining maple leaves fell in front of him. He looked up at the dead branches of the maple tree, and the abandoned dead leaves knew how to return to their roots. Falling red is not a heartless thing, and it is appropriate to describe maple leaves. He tried to imagine the colorful appearance of the tree in his mind, but he couldn't imagine it, as if all trees should be in front of him, as if the world should be like this. Think like this, not out of hatred, not out of jealousy, but because he doesn't know what the world should be like.
"The grass is lush and the colors are colorful." I vaguely heard Xiao Sheng, supplemented by the soothing piano sound. Between the peach blossoms, a gorgeous Hanfu is graceful. In my memory, the story of Taolin and the legend of the red chaos are looming.
four
If the vegetation can't tell what happened a thousand years ago, what else can express the oath? . Countless vows of eternal love, good fortune disappeared under the silent soil, and soft jade belts hung in the forest, guiding the way back to people; Exquisite gold hairpin is buried in the snow, waiting for the owner to pick it up. Looking forward to spring sorrow and summer lotus, Qiu Chan and Dongfeng were silent. Year after year, the stars moved. If you waste years in the world of mortals, even if you succeed, even if you want to be the number one scholar, who will remember to make a wonderful biography? Hanfu is gorgeous, relying on peach trees. If you have experienced all the sufferings that Qian Fan does not have, you don't have to drink it into your heart. Your own endless tears flow eastward like spring water.
A peach tree at the entrance of the village suddenly surprised passers-by Every year in the early spring, when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, ten miles are fragrant and a little red is seen in the green. The children are running under the tree. A boy proudly said that this tree was planted by his grandfather when he was young. He also wants to plant a peach tree and grow into the same peach tree in the future. The children didn't believe it and left with a smile, but she stayed.
"I also want to plant a peach tree. Can I plant it with you? "
The girl's gentle voice seems to light up the hope of the night like the bright moonlight. I agreed to plant trees here after half a year.
Peach blossoms are flying, and the heavenly sword is still happy. Year after year, children changed from batch to batch. After half a year, all the trees have grown up, and then every year boys and girls plant trees at the entrance of the village, one with two trees and five with six trees. The prosperity and decline of peach trees alternate in season after season of wind and rain, and the sun and the moon cycle, in the order of spring and autumn.
The most beautiful oath is only companionship; The most beautiful mountain alliance is just a guardian. The fate they established under the peach tree seemed as eternal and beautiful as the peach tree. Who doesn't want to exchange the splendor of his life for such an encounter? And sometimes meeting is so long and so casual.
However, the world of mortals is foggy, duckweed in the rain, and a few vows can last forever. I don't understand how Yumenguan cut off the soul of the spring breeze, and I don't understand how Qiangdi cried the resentment of Yangliu. All I know is that the farewell reunion under the peach tree is so far away. The general's hair was gray and her husband was in tears. At that time, I was in Yanran Mountain to commemorate Le Ming. I came back to the peach tree to hug you, but it became your agreement to return indefinitely. She was alone under the peach tree, and the gorgeous Hanfu nestled in the fragrance of peach blossom, like a weak willow supporting the wind. In the drunken season of spring breeze, words are windy and desolate.
She doesn't believe it. Don't trust the orders of parents, the words of matchmakers, the words of life and death, and the words of fate. What she believes is that the peach tree flew away and burned its brilliance; She believes in the real red in front of her eyes and the real love in her memory. What's the difference between believing and not believing? Peach trees at the entrance of the village continue to flourish, more and more year by year.
Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. Can homing pigeons know him who ran away from home? The wind has changed, and so has the rain. Do you know the way home? The ethereal long skirt and gorgeous Hanfu complement each other in the peach blossom, and when you walk, you look at the road against the trunk, tirelessly and endlessly.
If memories can be drunk, the past is a hangover. People who can't wait, people who can't keep the fate, people who can't stay, and people who can't see through. Once the peach blossom was not in full bloom, there was a smile like a flower, only the flowers were full, leaving only an empty city. In the end, she completed the oath from peach tree to peach forest, and he fulfilled the agreement that he would never be separated again.
Taolin still blooms and falls by itself, as if refusing to stop the petals floating like tears for a day. Accumulated thoughts and buried melancholy moisten season after season. He fell in the middle of the desert, and she slept under the peach forest. Taolin seems to want to diffuse into that desolate place and make them silent in the same chaos.
five
If the peach blossoms in the sky are not beautiful enough, what can be called disorderly red? The snow in the south is not graceful enough, not as good as that in the north, so spring is so quiet. There is no melting ice of pear blossoms and trees, and there is no melting ice of old friend Wan Li. It's just that the cold in winter has turned into the sorrow in spring, and the biting rain has started under the biting weather. Xiao He is a sharp dragonfly. Although his heart moves with the environment, things are different, and the environment is always born. Is spring coming? Blowing noodles don't contain willow wind hanging petals, and peach blossom dance enchanting replied: Yes, spring is coming.
In the homeland of dreams, the seasons are like spring and the vegetation is evergreen. Although the weather in memory is not always good, every time the wind blows, it smells like the native land. Every time it rains, there are bells in the native land, as if even the trees there have feelings, and the butterflies there have personalities. Many years later, when I meet a similar morning and a similar rainy night, my childhood memories can be awakened, thinking of the other side of the river and the other side of the mountain. Memory sifts out beautiful things to remember, which is why hometown has been infinitely attractive to wanderers for thousands of years, which is why returning home has become the wish of countless people. When did he know that his love was hopeless? When he knew he was going to lose it and leave forever.
Go home.
A trip that says go and go must have sufficient preparation and motivation. But once you leave, you only need one reason-missing.
Thinking, the field is in the heart, and there is always a field in the small heart to bury a past and an emotion for taste and take root in this land. Miss, in my heart today, I will relive the feelings and past events stored in my heart every day, day and night, year after year, tirelessly.
Train bound for hometown, over mountains and mountains, anxious to return. But his heart is calm at this time, and it seems that the more he gets to his hometown, the calmer he becomes. He doesn't hate getting up early and being greedy for the dark for so many years, and he doesn't complain about hanging on the beam and stabbing stocks for so many years. It's right, it's doomed to struggle, but at this time, you can finally write down your bag. If he hadn't returned to his original place, he didn't know that his nerves had been tense, and now he can finally relax. After all, you don't have to pretend to work hard here, just pretend to be strong.
Change is inevitable, he has been psychologically prepared, but now the scenery here still makes him a little unacceptable. Once familiar with the building, I actually asked for a long time before asking. The small house is hidden behind the moving tall building, but at the corner, it is a large piece of rubble. In the past, all the houses in this area were demolished, except one that hasn't started yet. After careful identification, I found that the surviving building was actually the one where I lived. The newly-built building has gorgeous optical fibers, but behind it is such an "antique" that has been damaged and messy for more than ten years. There is a small garden and a big football field in my memory. In that small garden, he got to know the needles of pine trees and tasted a string of red "manna"; I have memories of wrestling with my neighbor's children downstairs at the football field. Now, I don't know how many years the small garden has been buried under the unopened bricks. As for the football field, the new building is being stepped on.
I don't know how long this land has been abandoned, and there is not even a soul. Sneak over the cordon and walk into the crumbling former residence. The familiar stair handrails are covered with dust and dare not touch them. He still remembers what floor and where his door is. But maybe I don't remember, it's a habit that has been lurking for a long time, a subconscious.
The abandoned door opened at a push. He thought that if he pushed open the door, memories would flood in. Not exactly. Memory should be blank or blank. He can't even remember which room he used to sleep in I can't blame him. In a messy room, it is difficult to distinguish the purpose of each room with broken limbs and broken arms.
But none of this matters. He just kept waiting, waiting, waiting and watching. I suddenly realized, but I didn't open it. Have you been waiting, waiting, waiting to see him?
Spring is the season when peach blossoms bloom, right?
I don't remember the "hiking" route for a long time, but I vaguely think it is on the other side of the mountain. He thought, if it is really a large peach forest, you should know where it is when you climb the mountain, right?
If the Peach Blossom Garden really exists, why hasn't it been known? Perhaps it is because of his obscurity that he can become a peach blossom source.
What is disorderly red? When he was a child, he thought that Luanhong was a colorful world full of infinite possibilities, opportunities and love. Every night, neon lights interweave into a disorderly red, intoxicating and irresistible.
Then what is the disorderly red he is looking for now? He walked along the vague route in his memory to the "lawn" in the mountains. I wonder if the "lawn" will bloom after so many years? He walked there leisurely. Look for Taolin, ask about the home that has been waiting for you in the ruins, and follow the legendary sad story to the red.
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
He looked for that piece of red, and since he was sensible, he began this long journey.
Keep looking, keep looking, keep looking.
Maybe later, maybe next year, the year after, maybe many years, maybe longer.
But don't worry, one day he will find himself living in this kind of chaos.
Never left.