Now the general intimacy has come, but where did he or she get intimate? It was not in the wine banquet or by the bonfire. It was on the night of fifteen miles, and the horseback was faint, sharp, distant and remote. At many moments, they looked at each other with sadness and urgency, like a deadly thing disappearing from their eyes, but the sea area was still a battlefield. After all, they were still untouched and the deadly thing was still moving forward. In the end, it would throw them all away.
However, everything must come to an end, and all the grass turns yellow. The path outside the inn has been covered with fallen leaves. Every morning, the window glass is covered with frost flowers. Yes, it’s time to leave. Unless you stay here until the next spring, it will become a difficult thing to leave again when the snow comes. What’s more, how can this inn be stopped? But who can really stop being outside the inn grass? It’s time for a long-distance bus to go to the train. Now it’s time to leave the path in front of the building materials boss, design director and archaeological team. Even if you drink and pretend to be drunk, even if you deliberately sleep in the car, it will always help. If you miss a class, you will come and go. Even if everyone has a steelyard in mind, I will be scolded, take medicine and pay off my debts. We will rush to the end, but we will just become a basket case at the destination.
He is still a cripple. A few days before he left, he still went back to the inn every morning when night fell. The birch forest had already cut alfalfa fields and rode horses around the village. The back pain was getting worse and worse. However, it was more painful than this, but it was some kind of agitation and remorse in the body. He seemed to have to grab something, but he dragged him back before reaching for it. She had already packed her huge backpack and put it in the hall, and she could get up at any time. But Finally, there was no car in the remaining few days, but she was crying from morning till night. In the morning, she came back from kindergarten before washing the faucet. The path was very late. When he met someone in the hall, she could cry if she wanted to, but she couldn’t say clearly. It didn’t seem to be because of sadness.
In the gradually dense snowflake, he saw that she wanted to go forward and finally retreated to look here and there, but she asked herself again and again what you were afraid of. She also saw him wandering back and forth, but she didn’t ask him to cry all the way. She cried with a smile, just like a homework wash. She had to cry here to turn over a new leaf.
On the last night, he couldn’t sleep. The more he walked forward, the more he couldn’t stop until he caught a glimpse of the lights in the village, which was far behind him. Only then did he find that he had taken himself to his horse and spent fifteen miles in the night, but don’t stop and keep walking. Maybe his root was that a figure suddenly came across from her. She sent it earlier, so he returned earlier. After staring at each other for a while, they went back to the inn together. She really changed. After turning over a new leaf, he didn’t recognize her. Tell him quickly that she’s not leaving. Just now, she was on this road. As she walked, she tore up all kinds of discount cards in her old account books and qualification certificates. She just called in and shouted into the microphone, yes, I am a man together.
He suddenly watched her choke, which made him flustered and short of breath. He missed the opportunity. He didn’t expect it to be still there. He wanted to hug her. She didn’t dodge to accept it, but it was terrible that his back ached violently. Another kind of light, Shi Huo, flooded into his body in an instant. Repeated injections and medicine were close at hand, and he couldn’t write a word. He had already spent the money. It seems that it is good to write a TV play, but he has been cheated by the film and television company for three times. Do you really want to continue? God is pitiful, even if you kneel Rao, the shadow outside the vast wilderness is still projected from those who are still here and now, that is, he has not changed into another person in this fifteen-mile night. He has not hugged her after all.
Then the two men walked on, and in a flash, they changed hands, and the ends of their arms and skirts would touch each other, but they all knew that this time, don’t talk about those subtle and ambiguous passions. Even the clarity and intimacy were rapidly disappearing because he was a traitor. When he closed his eyes and jumped into the fire pit, he failed to be loyal to it, just as he had never been loyal to the Ergun River in the birch forest and alfalfa. Suddenly, she rushed to the depths of darkness. He saw it and didn’t stop it. He desperately thought that it deserved it. He should be here. Among the humiliations, this is the humiliations among those who didn’t say a word before he pleaded. Now here, when he realizes that he has been castrated, he can turn him into a eunuch who can be in this fifteen-mile night. He is still the obedient eunuch who has always been outside the wilderness.
No one saw it before dawn, in the dark, on the 15-mile road, he also ran wildly, panting and in shock. Suddenly, he stumbled on his back and fell to the snow. He simply closed his eyes and lay still for a long time before he got up and faced the surrounding sky with tears.
Bitter water bodhisattva
At first, I loved a hill and cypress forest, and I was lonely behind it. There were only flowers with purple flowers, and the branches and roots were so full that they seemed to burst green, especially after the rain, when the fog on the hill blocked everything from my sight. Many times, I would rather the world stop here, but it would be some years before I knew the names of these flowers were alfalfa.
Alfalfa is a broken temple at the end of alfalfa field, just like some strange sense of foreboding. I knew I would step into it sooner or later, but it didn’t take long for it to be like a thunderstorm in summer. Even if many people didn’t want to, even if they might be horrified, I imagined it several times. There was no other way. I ran into the temple, only to find that the horror flashed on my face, and seven bodhisattvas were glaring or staring at me coldly. I felt that the sky was falling, shivering and closing my eyes. After half an hour, when the rain was a little less, I immediately rushed through the alfalfa field and ran back to the town, just like roaming the underworld and narrowly escaping the book of life and death.
Until today, I don’t know their names. I suspect that almost everyone in our town can’t call them by their names. They are called Bitter Water Bodhisattva because of the name of this temple, but it doesn’t matter that the Bitter Water Bodhisattva will still greet the stars and incense to worship during the holidays.
In the flash rain and running like a lost dog, I never thought that I would love those seven devils after I loved that hill, cypress forest and alfalfa field, but it was true that I loved them after all.
Is the boy who dares to sneak around the door eleven or twelve years old? His parents are far away from the horizon and are related by blood, so he lives in a family that can’t see anyone all day. In the east of town, people told him to go over, but he was really punched, and then waved him away. In the west of town, people told him to go over, and then the other party kicked him to the ground without a word, and then waved him away. He didn’t want to admit anything, but the fact is that in the eyes of people his age, he was actually a laughing stock fool.
He ran wildly in the rain and cried wildly in the alfalfa field, imagining revenge, beating cattle and sheep and stepping on ants to make himself feel better. He tried all these things, but he still couldn’t. Gradually, he learned that these sneaky things couldn’t save his cowardice. Even after staying in the graveyard for seven days and seven nights, their names were still called cowardice, and all he needed was to walk in broad daylight and talk, but to be close. Who gave him this closeness or who he gave it to?
How difficult it is! He still blushes when he sees people, but it’s better than running away when he sees people. He is still dull, but he keeps daydreaming all the time. At night, he carefully weaves a number of lies and believes that the day is still worth living. Maybe just in the morning, he just learned the word "eat openly, eat openly, sweep the grave, sit openly at a distant relative’s banquet, or laugh openly after listening to jokes". He may be able to send out the word "just now" by luck. He knows that those who are on pins and needles are still thinking in the morning of daydreaming.
People or animals are usually waiting for him to see them. These shady bystanders make him feel high. The bride is waiting in the car for young soldiers to hang firecrackers on trees, waiting to be lit. The young people are waiting for the enemy in front of the cinema. Even a flock of sheep is waiting for the lamb to chew hay leisurely. It knows that it will be found before dark, and it will eventually spend the night in a familiar sheepfold.
Before being called a fool again, he will think that there are no people and nothing waiting for him.
After this, he will still be deceived and scolded at many moments in his life, and occasionally he will continue to be laughed at. It is no big deal for others in a living being, but no matter when a thing is never confirmed, I am unfortunate.
Of course I’m not unlucky, because even in that nightmare town, people are waiting for me to call me softly in the wilderness. This sound is not especially the dark sea. Mazu is talking. At night in Nazareth, the Virgin Mary is whispering continuously, vaguely but clearly. This sound wants me to go through the puddles, the thistles, the ups and downs in the wind, the rice fields, and then the mowed alfalfa fields. I will watch him first and then wait for his upbringing.
In fact, he is them, not them. They can’t be, and they must be the seven bitter bodhisattvas.
Nature suddenly tortured and comforted me. After a few days of high fever, I walked into the barefoot doctor’s office. I was top-heavy and I didn’t know that I was only mechanically and blankly infused. After I lost, the barefoot doctor found that I was penniless, so he detained me and waited for someone to pay, but he miscalculated and no one was furious until it was dark. He pushed me to a corner at the door of the clinic.
In a daze, I lay at the foot of the wall for about half an hour. Occasionally, people passed by, but the night was dark, but they couldn’t see me. At this moment, I was furious, resentful and crying, which was just a humiliation. I lay quietly, and when I woke up a little, I became angry and happy. Who can sleep in the night like me? Who can sleep like me? Everyone else is moving, but I turned to sleep with my head covered, but it was like a flash that flashed into my body and showed my mind. I suddenly remembered that in the depths of the night, the seven bitter bodhisattvas were Like me, everyone else is moving, but they are not moving. This heart suddenly jumps wildly. I actually want to run away as if I saw them for the first time, but this time I am not leaving them, but running towards them and getting closer and closer to them.
The letter arrived in an easy moment, even though temples, towns, other people’s temples, other people’s shrines and cypress statues were different, I finally knew that they were not others. They were my playmates, gangs and night travelers, and I deserved to be close to them.
A few days later, it rained lightly and recovered from a serious illness. I was absolutely flustered in front of them. I looked at them in turn in the middle of the temple. It was strange to say that they were all gone. They were very shabby and shabby. The paint fell off, and nearly half of them were damaged. The gap from the top of the head continued to run through the abdomen. Sooner or later, it would split in two. Yes, I didn’t even have the slightest fear. I saw how charming they were. They looked at me for a long time. Of course, they didn’t say anything. Of course, it was actually me
This is the Peach Blossom Garden, the dreamland of Jerusalem.
Up to now, I can still occasionally see the boy who is running in the wilderness when he is painting a dungeon or drunk. Every two or three days, he will run to the hill, the cave and the blessed land. No matter how heavy the rain is, even if the river rises, he will roll up his trouser legs and wade across the mountains. It has never been more than half an hour since he arrived. The only embarrassing detail is still in the east and west of the town, and people will call him to give him a fist for no reason.
But the miracle fell from the sky again. He remembers and will always remember that one day, before he hit the ground, he suddenly turned into a furious lion, and he refused to stop without saying anything, holding a brick in his hand and chasing the rest of the people. Everyone was shocked, so he forgot to escape and was knocked to the ground by him. Before he fell to the ground, the face was full of horror, but more confused about what had happened.
He didn’t know what happened when the fight ended. When he ran towards the seven bitter bodhisattvas, he was confused and puzzled, and even more confused. He almost occupied other parts of his body. In madness, he looked down at his body again and again. He never dreamed that they could also rise up, but he vaguely knew that he would probably turn over a new leaf after that, and he knew very clearly how many lessons this miracle was given by the bodhisattvas. After grinding and washing, dew formed a marriage and upbringing.
Sitting quietly and doing nothing is to practice laughing. He has been angry with himself and laughing. How can he not do it so easily? In a sojourner’s family, he learned to observe the words early, and he knew exactly that he could smile when he saw people. He would certainly be in a much better situation than now. He often tried his best to wake up when he saw people approaching far away, and he made up his mind to laugh whatever he said, even if it was flattering and careful. But it was not until the people were far away that he failed to laugh. First, he felt ashamed, and then he didn’t laugh. Of course, he can’t laugh all the time, but that’s mostly when he looks at each other after being beaten. He smiles strangely and doesn’t laugh, but he won’t know it until he knows more words many years later.
Smiling is really the only thing he can do and laugh for a long time.
Now it’s okay to sit gently in front of the bodhisattva, first imagine them as seven familiar people, all of whom have their names, and then laugh at them separately. He has searched his heart for a lot of beautiful things from his memory, and carefully hid them. Now he can bring them after eating sugar, and the aroma of his mother’s body is hidden in the closet, and so on. He closes his eyes and thinks about them as if he were touching them in his hand, and then wakes up. Don’t hurry and take it slow. One, two, three.