Spring Breaks (Prose)

2018.10.15

There is no such thing as darkness; only a failure tosee. （ Muggeridge ）

There is no such thing as darkness, only invisible. in Magridge

1

The snake is still stinging underground. Butterflies must also be unable to withstand the cold in the mighty east wind.

Instead, a few fierce flies rushed into the flowers.

The clear sky is like a wash, and the rich fragrance of the rape field is tumbling and rolling in the air, teaching people to suffocate with pleasure.

The beauty of the world should be more or less like this, too late, so when it comes to spring, the emotions that are full of tears are mostly mixed with water.

Cuckoo's cries come from far and near. Vaguely, a bit like bagpipes on the feet of pigeons.

On the ruins, wild dogs wandered among piles of rubble, occasionally barking up to the sky, one after another, but in the roaring demolition machine, it seemed lonely and funny.

I had to look at the shadow of the mountain from afar, removing the wall riding and kitsch in the ink painting, and the mountain was finally a mountain, without saying its duty, not involved in morality, sitting arbitrarily in a corner of heaven and earth.

Looking at each other is not tired, only Jingting Mountain. Is it a jingting, why should it be related to oneself?

The most important thing is that the colossal loneliness goes to each other.

2

The misfortunes of the world are often not isolated. On the contrary, like a germ that is easily contagious, you have me, I have you.

The smell of water in the ward was stacked on top of each other, and wave after wave of sieges swept the ground until the audience turned numb.

The blue of the roof of the hospital is as ever, and the inhumane look down scares away the cat genus that does not know how to walk.

Later, I recalled that the pouring outs on the other side of the bed were not more about yearning for redemption, but just habits.

On some of his thick faces, he occasionally flashed a worldly glow, although it was only a moment, but the sick forbearance suddenly collapsed.

He said that his son's hysteria began at the age of nineteen, young and crazy, could not stand the exclusion of the master, and then had a mental breakdown, could not be cured for a long time, and then married and divorced, fortunately leaving a grandson.

He said that his father's brain infarction so far, will crawl around in the locked yard, screw the water pipe, tear the futon, really unconscious.

He said that he was the closest to the little brother who had a public office, and that year his mother died, and the mourners in brocade and sables crowded the streets and alleys of the village, and the scenery was buried, and the scenery was buried!

The patient suddenly made a fuss, and after a low reprimand, it became more and more intense, and the middle of the tragic number or a few indignant "legs pressed" and "stretched legs" were full of indignation.

3

Once upon a time, Willow Yiyi. Now I come to think, rain and snow.

Mother was busy making noodles in the outhouse, sometimes muttering in a low voice.

When people are extremely sad, they will be distracted, blindly fall, and be confused to the point of no return.

The lid on the electric pot broke for a long time, which added great trouble to the mother, taking advantage of the gap, to find a strip of cloth wire, a little reinforcement.

At a meal for three people, the mother made twice as many noodles. She was always afraid that people would not have enough to eat, but she did not know how long she would be waiting for those leftovers.

This is quite good, for an old man with depression for half a lifetime, the cure is hopeless, can not deepen, but also to take care of the family's livelihood, has been lucky.

Bringing several old dishes hidden by the old man to the table at the same time, she was a little anxious, and explained to her that it was okay, mixing noodles without dividing dishes, and it was better to have a brain.

Mother sighed. At the dinner table, they talked about wheat and neighbors, and they also talked about not wanting her to continue to be sad.

It is important to say something that you know it is useless and have to mention it again and again.

Exercise more, lose weight, don't leave the sight of the village, avoid the cars on the road.

The mother was tired again, red-eyed, and turned her back.

But the weather in March is still pretentious. Just as at that moment the window was lost, the sound of wind and rain flew around the eaves.

4

Things have been going on in a busy way lately, and my heart is often troubled.

So that every morning, although the alarm clock on the mobile phone still rings urgently, it is just to get up and cancel it, and lean on the bed for a while.

What about watching the peach apricot blossom and surviving the flowering period?

At the beginning of the year in Jianghuai, there was too much rain, and it was warm, and even hope collapsed.

Return. Travel far. A few degrees of following, like a gyroscope under the whip, the pain cannot be said, like approaching the abyss.

Suppose that the meaning of life is nothing more than this, is it one's own vulnerability, or how much is it worrying? No answer is required. Rhetoric, if you are struggling, it is a person's jianghu.

The most shameful thing in the world is to turn to sorrow. Everyone has their own endurance, escape is like poison, and it is easy to become addicted.

On the eve, I saw a photo of Baicheng, wearing sunglasses, pulling erhu in my hand, and making a mess of it affectionately.

So I thought of Ah Bing, erquan Yingyue. I also thought of the warbler flying grass long, similar to next year.

5

In January 1997, I finally came to the end of the world, which was the last lighthouse in the south of South America, and then south Pole, and suddenly I wanted to go home, although I was far away from them, but at that moment I felt very close. (The movie "Spring Dawns")

You can also remember what the starting point is, write something down, which naturally means that everything is the same.

For example, insomnia at night, but no spiders suddenly slide across the roof.