Text/Zhang Chenglei
"Don't ask me where I'm from, my hometown is in the distance..." In the light and shadow a girl sang to herself, singing the distant song in an ethereal voice: the olive tree.
She sang very deeply, and the people around her listened very intoxicatedly, and I burst into tears. After a song is sung, the afterglow is still lingering in the air. The girl said that she had traveled to many places, through Beijing, through Chongqing, through Nanjing and Hangzhou... At the end of the year, she said, she was going to Acondauban to sing for a blind man. She is a dreamer who truly drifts her soul and body for the four seasons for dreams and music.
She said she didn't need much to walk on the road, and a guitar he carried with him was enough. Singing as she walked made her not lonely. Her singing and her wanderings at the end of the world touched everyone present.
I also like "Olive Tree", this ethereal song gives me an infinite yearning for the distance. When I was young, I followed the young female teacher and hummed it on the path of my hometown. Seeing the dandelions swaying on the side of the road, Tingting's faint opening, I wanted to turn into a dandelion, gently drifting with the wind in the air, floating into the distance.
Dandelions are not afraid of the cool breeze of the world, do not care about the ditch wasteland, and grow with the wind. Although slight, it is not humble. I remember the young female teacher gently chanting while picking a large handful of dandelions and blowing them in her mouth:
Dandelion, dandelion, where is your home; swaying with the waves, my home is at the end of the sky...
At that time, I felt the beauty and tenacity of the young female teacher. Young female teachers are as beautiful as flowers and could have bloomed etherealally in the bustling city. But for the sake of the children, she was willing to leave the most beautiful songs in the dandelion-covered countryside. Her figure walking in the countryside is as tough as a perpetual song in the air. Listening to the female teacher's chanting and seeing the dandelions fly farther and farther in the air, it was my happiest time.
Whether life is happy and full, the most important thing is not how much material possession, but the height of the spirit and the realm of the soul. Many years later, the song of the female teacher is still chanting in my heart, and the dandelion is still floating in the sky of my soul, pulling my thoughts back. Especially in the early autumn, whenever I return to the countryside, I will find a dandelion and let it fly in the air, so that the white furry flowers will drift with my soul.
Strange on the cold deep, the water's edge is full of wind. "Rice and vegetables drink water, bend and pillow, and enjoy it." Sometimes wandering does not require sorrow and wandering, just a free heart. Drifting for the ancients, it is also a flowing stream.
For example, the ancient Su Dongpo. He was banished to the end of the deserted South China Sea, where the summer was wet and the autumn was rainy, and everything would be moldy. There were also a lot of termites in the bed, crawling around in his dreams at night. The sixty-year-old man is unsatisfied with the soil and water, has no friends, but he has no pessimism and resentment, and he has not lost the old fun and beautiful ideals of life. He grinds, collects medicine, and builds houses. He himself copied the Book of Han and the Book of Tang, annotated the Book of Shang, compiled the Dongpo Zhilin, and wrote poems and lyrics. It seemed that there was no difficulty in this world to bring him down, because his old body hid a heart that was willing to drift and would enjoy wandering—the end of the world was far away, and his heart was far away.
One person, one piano, one flower, one stroke and one ink, one life. The time of life goes back to the time of leisure time pouring out, it is a process of wandering. It's like a dandelion that has experienced the glory of spring, and then flew with the drifting flowers. Just like an optimistic heart penetrates every corner of the world, leaving more and more desolate scenes behind the twists and turns, calmly and gracefully drifting to the end of the world, to present its own color. "Things and I are endless." Drifting will make life calm and mature, and will make the drifter can't help but put the crystal clear stream in his hand to reflect the shallow smile and handsome style of the blossom. Many times, I can't resist the temptation of wandering, and people's hearts in the room have gone away with the song.
Crabapples are green, and white dew is frost. Sometimes I will see the wandering people faintly appearing, and the wandering shadows are gently in the middle of the water.
Only me,
Only shadows.
I looked at the shadow,
Shadow looked at me.
It was quiet all around. As soon as the wanderer's heartstrings are touched, the end of the world is far away.
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【About the author】Zhang Chenglei, member of Shandong Writers Association, member of Shandong Prose Literature Society, Shandong Port Work. Thanks to the help of various editors and teachers, he has published more than 600 articles.
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