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Monument of Love: The Thirteenth Blue Rose

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Monument of Love: The Thirteenth Blue Rose

Author ■ Xi Tian

Monument of Love: The Thirteenth Blue Rose

I love the Yellow River, especially the banks of the Yellow River in the Guide section of Qinghai, because where the most important other half of my life is forever, and since then, it has become an eternal pain and eternal holy place in my heart.

Since my friend Lan Mei died many years ago, on that quiet riverside, every year in the middle of July, I will bring twelve blue roses here to sacrifice her soul, before she died, she often said that the person who can get blue roses every month is the happiest person in the world, so every month she will send blue roses to her favorite people, after she left, I inherited her inheritance.

This year, I was here, quite outside of the world, met Her sister Lan Zhu, whom Mei mentioned to me many times before she died, and at that time, as is customary, I first read a poem written in memory of Mei after she left, and there are a few sentences in the original manuscript of "The Last Meeting":

Although I have long known:

Not everyone gets this kind of luck

But when this is as painful as eternal happiness

Suddenly it comes

This precious heaviness still makes it difficult for me to bear it immediately

So much so that my life

From then on, you have carried your entire destiny

With the heaviness of this fate

I walked slowly toward the door that had betrayed my love

But you still lie quietly in the lily bush

Let my heart break with the floating petals

Only in the plum rain outside the white window

Still fluttering that beautiful song

Oh dear baby

Don't cry Don't cry

I will always be by your side

Forever and ever------

Monument of Love: The Thirteenth Blue Rose

When I finished reading the last two words, my paralyzed body fell to the place where Mei's body had fallen many years ago, and my mind was filled with a clear image, and when Lan Zhu saw me, my body was being buried by layers of beautiful white waves gushing from afar, and when she hurried to my side, the broken waves had retreated, but my mind was still stuffed with that image, and there seemed to be no gap at all.

"Are you okay?" Big Brother! ”

A sweet and slightly trembling greeting from a little girl broke my thinking, and I opened my sad eyes hard, and I was immediately stunned by the scene in front of me, "Huh? Isn't that Plum? You look at his eyes as pure as a full moon, you look at the mysterious tiny ------ like the Mona Lisa on her face" However, her size told me that she was indeed not Mei, and in disappointment, I rubbed up and down my face a few times, only to respond to her with my eyes, and then sat up and looked at the clear Yellow River rolling down in a daze. Suddenly, this thin girl dangled a few wet blue roses in her hand in front of my eyes, and asked with a silver bell-like smile: "Pretty?" ”

"Well, it's not bad, what is it?" I asked.

"It is my sister's favorite blue rose, my sister said: Those who can pick up blue roses by the Yellow River will get happy love, and he also told me that I must send a lot of blue roses to those who love her------" Said she hurriedly ran to the river, put the blue roses in her hand one by one by the river, and then ran towards me happily, looking at her figure, I thought silently again and again in my heart:

"Why did this strange little girl throw back the 'happiness' she had picked up?" I was in a mess and didn't think much about her implicit move.

"My name is Lan Zhu, I am ten years old this year, what is your name?" Hey! She asked with a smile.

"Hello, my name is Xi Tian." I replied.

Then she laughed and said, "Ah! Your northern accent sounds so funny, it sounds like a bear singing. Hearing her say this, I was in a much better mood, and I laughed with her laughter, but the doubts that remained in my heart forced me to keep my eyes on her again, only to find that she was thin and weak, her face was pale and bloodless, but her eyes were still firm. I asked, "What does your sister do?" Why not play with you? ”

"She didn't do anything and kept resting." Lan Zhu thought about it for a moment and then returned to the Dao seriously.

"I don't think you look like a Tibetan girl, did you go to school here?" I asked again.

"No, I'm not going to school anymore, I'm about to take a long break like my sister."

Listening to her paradoxical words, my heart became heavy again, and I always felt that the girl in front of me had an indescribable affection for me, and just when I was surprised by this, Lan Zhu invited me to see her blue roses on the riverbank, and she said that it would be a beautiful experience. What more can I say about that? I could only consider myself unlucky, and I was distraught and obediently followed behind her, without even saying a word to her, and she still smiled and said that to me. Not long after leaving, I rushed to her and said in a solemn tone, "Today I really want to be alone and quiet!" ”

"Why?" She stopped, smiled at me, and asked in a calm tone.

In the face of her question, I shook my body and turned a few circles in front of her, suddenly turned around, spread my hands, and poured out my face and determined eyes, pouring out as if to shout: "Because for many years today, the person I love the most has left me forever on this damn riverbank, you know?" - Get it? This time she didn't speak, just looked at me with a calm expression.

As soon as my mood calms down, I think Oh my God! What am I saying to a little kid who only has one side! She's just a kid! "I'm sorry." I bowed my head and said to her.

Lan Zhu ran over disapprovingly, picked up my clumsy right hand, and whispered, "If you don't mind, I can also be your lover!" Really eccentric!!! After saying this, her eyes were firmly fixed on my expression, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was still so mysterious.

"No, in my heart, no one can replace my Plum." I rejected her in one fell swoop.

She went on to say: "Meeting you here today shows that today is a good day, and I heard my sister say that everyone who picks up blue roses on the river will get happy love, so every month I will take twelve blue roses and put them on the riverbank, hoping that more people can pick it up, so they can get happy love, which is my sister's greatest wish and the most meaningful thing I can do." ”

"Well, stop believing your sister's lies------" Lan Zhu knew what I meant by that, and she still smiled and handed me a note with her home address and phone number: "Can you give me a final hug?" ”

"The last hug?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, this is the last chance! ------" I was even more puzzled by her words, and I looked at her expression, as if I suddenly saw a tragedy that I did not know about in her pleading eyes: "Okay! I shrank down and gently embraced Lan Zhu, who was half a body shorter than me, and suddenly there was an unspeakable apology in my heart, although I didn't know what this apology was at the time.

"Goodbye." She stared at me and smiled, and when she finished running toward a row of houses not far from the riverbank, I looked at her increasingly blurred figure in a daze, and an invisible heaviness once again stirred up layers of ripples in my still unpeaceful heart.

Monument of Love: The Thirteenth Blue Rose

A few days before I was about to leave Guide, I went to the river every day, and my only hope was to see Lan Zhu again and express my most sincere apologies to her for my rude words, unfortunately I never saw her again, and I felt very guilty about it, so I had to go to the house they rented, knocked on the door, and the door was opened by Mei's mother, Aunt Qing.

"Hello aunt, I am Xi Tian, I came today to apologize to your daughter Lan Zhu, is she at home at this time?"

"Ah! You are Mr. Xi Tian, you are too polite, please come in, listen to my two daughters often mention you before they were born, it is precisely because they read your poems and novels describing the scenery of the river, they are determined to move here at the last moment of their lives, alas! It should be said that my daughter has added trouble to you, and their last days are very enjoyable because of your poetry and novels-----."

"Their last days? Aunt Qing, you ------ this," I asked eagerly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xi Tian, a week ago, Lan Zhu also passed away, at her request, we buried their sisters in Guide-------" Aunt Qing turned her face and wiped the tears from her red eyes, "She may not have told you that, like her sister, her leukemia has reached an advanced stage, and there is really no way to ------"

"Ah! My mind suddenly rolled like a bomb and a wave of fire, the paralyzed body inadvertently crouched on the floor, several times unconsciously I tried to calm my nervous breathing, but did not succeed, after the red wave in my mind receded, the situation when I met Lan Zhu on the riverbank, like a film, reflected in my mind, suddenly I all understood the original meaning of her paradoxical words, it turned out that she already knew everything, only I myself was like a butterfly in the dark, alas! What more can I say? After Aunt Qing helped me to sit on the couch, she said, "My daughter asked me to give this to you before she died." Saying that, Aunt Qing took out a large envelope from the drawer and handed it to me, and I quickly opened the letter:

On a white piece of paper, thirteen blue roses are drawn, and the numbers 1 to 13 are marked with different colors under the roses, and I remember that some years are thirteen months! Then write this short paragraph:

Farewell to my dear friend, falling in love with you is the eternal pride of our sisters and may these roses bring you and those lovers a lifetime of happiness, we will always pray for you in heaven, and thank you for the hug you gave me that day, it is the sweetness of my feeling of love------

Monument of Love: The Thirteenth Blue Rose

Reading this, I burst into tears, and the originally pure soul that was defeated by materialism once again gave me a repositioning and thinking about the value of love, social morality, and the power of faith.

Now I put this note in a picture frame with a picture of Albert Einstein, always on my desk, and it reminds me all the time: what is true love, what is the meaning of life, what is the consequence of death.