Heber
The Third Middle School of Yibin City, Sichuan Province
Author: Gao Mingxian
Instructor: Song Zhengping
Heber felt the breath of the storm in his sleep, rapid and damp.
After a while, the movement became more and more intense, like a series of hoarse roars, trying to break the long-held silence around it.
Thus, Heber woke up exhausted from his dream, in the middle of the night before the storm.
In the darkness, I saw a piercing blade with a deafening thunder piercing the night sky. Between the whiskers, dense raindrops fell from the gaps in the clouds, and the smooth skin of the riverber was covered with large nests.
This time, it rained extraordinarily heavily. Looking at the bright and dark sky, listening to the roar of wind and rain and thunder and lightning, Hebo felt a kind of ease that did not care about himself and hung high.
I don't know how many days and nights have passed, but by the time Hebo woke up from his dream again, his body had already spread over the wilderness for hundreds of miles. He lifted up the flowers, plants, cattle and sheep that had not had time to escape from the flooded land, and kissed the villages that he had only looked at from a distance but had never touched. At first, he only slowly moved his body, and gradually, he wanted to run and call. Because in his chest, there was a rush of primitive desire.
What excited him even more was that the more he ran, the more he could feel the endless power in his body. So, Hebo sang all the way, smashing the gorgeous temple and the chic bridge, laughing at the scattered ants.
"O small human beings, this bustling street market, this towering pavilion, these incomparable things that you boast about, are nothing but carving insects in front of me." Hebo laughed loudly.
He dragged his growing body all the way to the end, and he wanted to make everything in the world submit to his surging infinity.
Until he came to the end of the land.
There was nothing on the horizon except a deep blue.
Hebo stopped his steps and stood frozen in place.
"What are you here for, my child?" A thick and affectionate voice enveloped The Riverber.
Hebo looked around, "Who are you and where are you hiding?" ”
"I am the sea, the origin and destination of all rivers."
“...... Are you the Creator of this world? ”
"I am not the Creator, I am like you, but a product of nature." Speaking of this, Hai smiled softly, "Like the millions of rivers that walk on this land, you are me." ”
The words of the sea seemed to have a kind of magic, suddenly dragging the river back to the distant past.
At that time, there seemed to be no time between heaven and earth, and Hebo was not yet Hebo, he was a drop of water.
And now, he is still a drop of water, but it is also a river.
He seemed to have truly awakened from his dream at this moment, and he remembered the fear of losing gravity at the beginning of his birth, the pleasure of moving freely through the clouds, and the sorrow of shattering his bones when he fell to the ground.
Hebo was crushed in an instant, like a sand, turned over by the shovels of time.
He was silent for a long time and asked again, "Why, sea?" Why did you abandon me in the vast wilderness? Why do you want me to spend billions of years growing just to get back to you? Why are you empowering me and then crushing me? Why should I exist, crawling indefinitely under your feet? ”
In the face of Hebo's resentment and incomprehension, Hai said softly as always:
"Child, I never abandoned you. From the perspective of the ever-changing world, the two leaves of the mimosa are as far apart as the end of the world; from the perspective of the unchanging of things, the heavens and the earth are one. There is no such thing as parting in the world, we are thousands of miles apart, but we have never been separated. The reason I want you to go deep into the endless interior is because only then have you become you. You have to know that your existence is not meaningless, that existence itself is meaning. Night makes everything lose its color, night is nothingness, it is blindness. But if there is no dark night, there will be no heartwarming lanterns and the bright moon hanging high. In this way, isn't the meaning of the lantern and the bright moon also the meaning of the night? At your feet, humanity multiplied and created a splendid civilization. Isn't the meaning of human beings also your meaning?
"As for me, like you, I am an extremely small being between heaven and earth. I am the sea, the origin and end of all rivers, but not forever. There were countless seas before me, and there will be after me. If I am greater than you, then there is still heaven and earth greater than me, and the universe is greater than heaven and earth; if you are smaller than me, then there are still human beings who are smaller than you, and there are more grasshoppers that are smaller than human beings. What is greatness and what is smallness? All things are small and great beings. There is nothing truly great except the world itself. We are all children of the world, we are different but one. ”
Listening to Hai's words, Hebo couldn't help but think of the comfort of his own peaceful living in a corner, of his rapid expansion in the storm, of his own toes all the way... He smiled incomprehensibly at the salty wind, ashamed of himself, and suddenly surprised to finally understand the cycle of all things and help each other.
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Countless centuries later, when Hebo is no longer Hebo, he will still remember the distant afternoon when he fell from a high altitude to the earth as a drop of water.
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