November 5, 2008 - Chapter 22 Lost ten years (3) |
Chapter 22 Lost ten years (3)
At the airport, become and have me desolately, say to me, the ice is blue, come back early, this is your house.
I shed tears, do not know whether will also come back by oneself.
My love, fly in high altitude of ten thousand meters, it is being first-class in the ancient ridge that drew that it is reading in blue and green Tang, I.
A drop of tears that Namucuo is blue the picture is in the bottom of heart, the ones that iced color are blue.
Fluttered in the cold wind by the long narrow flag, transfer to rotating ceaselessly by the tube, with praying the Confucian classics of the lama, it is such peace and quiet in the heart. Yes, this is a stretch of pure land, let people seem so negligible, I look up and see it, the blue sky that makes people enchanted, the heavy low and low white clouds and desolate champaigns of one, small soldier, I'm coming, let me see you, are and you gazing at me? Watching that untiring flying bird attentively.
Chapter 23 From hitting waking up unreally (1)
I have remembered tall and erectly, that a word can hit me in the heart of hearts, the man letting me shed tears, he has said, we are all lonely children, looks for all the way, is full of expecting, but lonely finally, such soul is destined to be lonely.
We are two too similar persons, optimistic pessimist, believe but destiny is unwilling to bear. Being destined is happy in seeking the ultimate meaning of the life and a rare silk when dodder along again and again, sit in the callus that is formed by oneself reeling off raw silk from cocoons.
But thing such, this to recall I give a final result that it rearrange arise the thing, after the several years, a final result that I like. After the a lot of year, I lie in bed recalling sidelight for over these ten years often, from the beginning to the end, sometimes, different final results at I will arrange for it, have one's face covered with tears laughing at inside these final result.
At that time situation such actually, work as small soldier say, brake, work, act as the truck opposite whizzed in one's face, as I say to the little soldier when I love you, the fear has already let me lose all courage of facing loudly, I close eyes tightly, wait for the coming of Death, totally assign destiny oneself, I hear the patter of rain of gurgling, the song of coming in sharp brake sound and paradise. However, everything has belonged to calmly. Do not dare to open eyes, feel the nail is stung while entering the meat, will ache. The face that someone is holding me says, baby, all right, all right, does not cry, obedient, do not cry, can not be busy, I will not make you busy.
I begin to produce the illusion, the little soldier is kissing my lip, so happy breath gently, many little angels in thunder silk skirt are singing at one's side. I am shedding tears ceaselessly.
Open eyes, blue, open eyes. The small soldier is patting my face lightly.
I open eyes slowly. The rain is still on the bottom, the car is still at the roadside, the small soldier is still nearby, it seems that everything has not happened.
The blue grief of ice lies in she is too clever.
In the twinkling of an eye opening eyes, some happened clearly.
I am looking at the small army with a kind of sight that can't be believed.
The small soldier does not dodge, look at me in his tender feeling.
I begin to feel it angry, feel it impervious to reason, feel that stops up it on the chest without a break.
The small soldier picks up my hands gently. I am looking at him fiercely, grow to grow and push out of two base words from the slit between the teeth, then thrown hands away and jumped off the car and crept into the rain violently.
The ice-cold rainwater has flowed along the neck, it is very cold and very cold, colder in the heart.
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