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tadpole
Wen | Feng Zikai
One
Every time I put pen down, when I took a nap on the window of the building, I looked down and saw the edge of the flower table in the garden, next to many flower pots, and there was a porcelain basin printed with a blue pattern. When I first saw it, I thought it was someone who had done laundry by accident. On the edge of the gray and simple flower table, next to many simple and simple tile pots, there is a delicate porcelain basin made of machinery with modern patterns, which is very irreconcilable in the painting, and if the bottom of the eye is unfolded with a piece of paper, I would like to find an eraser to pick it up.
One day, two days, three days, porcelain basins are placed on the edge of the flower table. This means that it is not an accidental deposit, but a mission. At night, when I looked out the window, I saw the children coming out of school gathered under the wall to shoot leather balls. I wanted to know the meaning of the porcelain basin, so I asked them. Only then did they know that there were tadpoles in this basin, which they had caught in the field during spring break. I had not been in the court for a long time to look closely, completely unaware that my family had recently raised these small animals; and because of the blue patterns in the basin, there were many fragments and tadpoles, and I looked down from the window of the building and could not see them at all. Tadpoles were something I loved to play with as a child, and it was the most interesting thing in textbooks as a schoolboy, and when I talked about the memories that could provoke all kinds of memories, I went downstairs to see them.
The porcelain basin contained most of the basin of water, and a dozen tadpoles the size of melon seeds, shaking their tails, swam around in a hurry, as if looking for something. When the children saw me admiring their work, they gathered around and triumphantly told me all the things they had to say about it:
"This was caught from the field at the head of the big well."
"I was caught on the day of Qingming."
"We held it with our hands."
"We change the water every day."
"It's like a black goldfish."
"It's cuter than a goldfish!"
"Why don't they go around in the Jedi?"
"Why don't they still have frogs?"
Their doubts reminded me that I saw that this delicate and lively little animal in front of me suddenly became a symbol of bitterness.
I saw that this porcelain basin seemed to be a desert of tadpoles. They swam around in search of food. They do not turn into frogs for a long time, because they are not allowed to live. These evenings, the sound of frog drums in the nearby fields has already been conveyed to my bed. If these tadpoles have ears, they must also hear the songs of their kind. Hearing a certain sadness, crying in this porcelain basin every night, I don't know!
They have a protective color like dirt and water grass, and they only live and grow in moist soil and fertile mossy paddy fields. There are their nutrients, their resting places, their playhouses, and their large groups of companions. Now caught by these children, locked in this porcelain basin, surrounded by hard foreign iron, soaked in thin white water, and in contact with either the victims of the same fate or the cold enamel. Let them swim around in a hurry day by day, and finally they can't find something to protect them, comfort them, and live them. This is in them is an inexhaustible desert. They will die silently in this porcelain basin as larvae, without growth or change, and the joyful hope of singing and dancing in the grassy pond is gone.
This is a symbol of bitterness, a symbol of the soul of some kind of person living underneath!
Two
I advised the children: "Just keep the tadpoles in the clear water of the porcelain basin, they will not be nourished and grown, they will never become frogs, and they will all starve to death in this porcelain basin in the future!" Don't treat them like goldfish! Goldfish are originally fish that can grow in the water for a lifetime; tadpoles are the larvae of amphibians, they look forward to growing up, and when they grow up, they will go to land, and they cannot live in the water for a long time. You see them hurrying around, looking for food and dirt, and they can't find it anyway. ”
The children were touched by my words and looked into the porcelain basin. A few people asked me, "So, how is it good?" ”
I said, "It's better to send them home—take them and dump them in the field." In a few days you will visit, and they will all turn into frogs, and 'brother, brother' will call you. ”
The children were overjoyed, and two of them carried porcelain basins and immediately wanted to send them home.
I said, "It's going to be late, so we'll leave them for one night and send them back tomorrow." Now go to the flower table and take some mud that they like, and put it in the basin so that they can eat and play. Let them know that we are no longer abusing them, that we treat them as guests first, and that we will escort them home tomorrow. ”
The children immediately went to hold the mud and threw the mud into the basin one after another. Some shouted, "Gently, gently!" Look at the crushing of them! ”
Soon, the blue pattern in the bottom of the porcelain basin was covered by dirt. The tadpoles all burrowed into the mud, and none of them could be seen. A child searched for a long time, locked his eyebrows and said, "Don't you all crush them to death?" Then he reached into the water and took a piece of mud to see. But I saw four tadpoles densely packed in a hollow of mud on the bottom of the basin, their heads together, their tails radiating outward, as if they were eating something or talking together. Suddenly, a tadpole wagged its tail and swam away in a hurry. Swam into another mud hole, took another tadpole out, and returned to the same place. Five people gathered together, and the five tails shook together, becoming five radial curves, which looked very beautiful. The children screamed and woke up. I also forgot my age for a while, and echoed their voices and screamed a few times.
Then a few people demanded in unison: "We don't want to send them home, we want to keep them here!" I also had such a request in my feelings at the time; but I felt embarrassed, and for a moment there was no answer to them, and I smiled hesitantly. A child suddenly exclaimed, "Good! We dug a small pond in the corner of the wall and poured it with water like a field, so we raised it there. They grew up and turned into frogs, jumping around on the ground in the corner. Everyone clapped their hands and said, "Good! I echoed, "Good! The eldest child immediately found a small hoe for planting flowers and went up to the mud field in the corner of the wall. Soon, a pond with a large basin was reclaimed. Everyone said, "Big enough, big enough!" "Bring the water, bring the water!" Two children carried the lid of the boiling water tank, carried a pot of water with a watering pot, and poured it into the newly opened small pond. At first it was full of water, but it was absorbed by the mud and gradually became shallower. People said, "There's not enough water, not enough water." The younger child had to carry the water again, and the older child said, "No need, no need, we just need to pour the water from the porcelain basin into the pond with mud and tadpoles, and it will be just right." "Everybody agrees. The tadpole migration was thus completed.
The night was hazy, and the house was already lit up. Many of the children each brought a pair of mud hands and went back into the house with joy, turning back and shouting, "Tadpole, goodbye!" "Tadpoles, goodbye!" "I'll see you tomorrow!" "I'll see you tomorrow!" A small child went on to say, "They may turn into frogs tomorrow." ”
Three
The tadpoles in the porcelain basin were moved by the children to the newly opened pond in the corner. The children were full of hope, waiting for them to turn into frogs. I was reminded of the four little tadpoles abandoned in the hotel in Shanghai a few days ago.
This year's Qingming Festival, I sent in the middle of the brigade. The country house has been too long, and some children are tired and want to adjust it. It was in this clear season that pedestrians on the road were made. It was spring break, and a child followed me. The day after the Qingming Dynasty, we came to Shanghai. Ten Mile Ocean Field was bored at first glance, or go to the City God Temple to sit in the tea shop and buy sporadic things, which was interesting. In a corner of the market, the child took a fancy to the tadpoles in glass bottles and pointed out that they wanted to buy them. Out of ten copper plates bought. Later I pressed the small hole in the bottle with my thumb and sat in the rickshaw to take it back to the hotel.
Back at the hotel, I put it on the table under the electric lamp to see the tadpole, and I thought it was very chic: it was like a bottle of goldfish, there were four of them. Although the color is not as beautiful as that of the goldfish, the swimming posture is more lively and cute than the goldfish. When they are potentially on the edge of the bottle, we can detect that their actual size is only half a melon seed. But when they swim to the center of the bottle, the role of the glass bottle and the convex mirror of the water enlarges their shape, and the changes are reflected in our eyes, which is very good-looking. And it was even more strange to look at this thing under the fifty light lamps on the upper floor of the hotel in this metropolis. This is a lot of things in Kasuga Tanaka. If you are in the countryside, as much as you want, you may wish to use buckets to measure. But in this city that does not see the natural face, four that are not as big as half a melon seed are already precious, and it is really pitiful to be put in a glass bottle and appreciated as a goldfish. And we, who used to live in the countryside and the fields, left the countryside on this Qingming Festival and went to the western-style building in the center of the red dust to appreciate the four small tadpoles in the glass bottle, which I thought was ridiculous. It's like a rich man abandoning his family's wine pond meat forest and joining the poor people's team to eat flatbread fritters; it's like the emperor abandoning the three thousand yuan of the upper court and going to the people to drill holes and peep at the wall.
One night, while I was resting in bed, the child was playing with the glass bottle on the table, and one of them lost his hand and broke it. The water flooded the table, with large and small glass fragments, and the tadpoles lay in the water marks on the table, squirming, like fish in a rutted rut, and turned into an uncontrollable situation for me to take care of the aftermath. The method of rehabilitation, the first thing is to save lives. I first took a teacup, went to the tea room to ask for some cold water, and gently threw the four tadpoles on the table into the teacup and offered them on the mirror table. Then pick up the shards of glass one by one and dry the table. It took about half an hour to disturb the trouble, so it was easy to finish the aftermath. Go to the mirror to see the four tadpoles in the teacup, the body is unharmed, still swimming around, but the shape seems to be smaller, it seems not to be the original tadpole. In the past, when it was raised in a glass bottle, due to the role of the convex mirror, its shape was suddenly large and small, varied, and much better-looking. Now when I pour it in a teacup and look at it, I think it is just four tadpoles in the ordinary country field, all of which are not enough. The city is really a place with many guns and flowers, and ordinary things are great once they arrive in the city. The bustling world of this ten-mile ocean field is probably reflected in such a strange way by the convex mirror of the glass bottle. Once the glass bottle is broken by mistake, I am afraid that it is only four tadpoles in the ordinary country field.
After a few days, someone from home came to play Shanghai again. Our room was too small, so we changed it to a large room. Adults and children, with tea rooms, relocated their clothes with all hands and feet. Immediately after moving, I went out to see Shanghai. For the sake of economic time, running outside all day long, taking a car, buying goods, visiting friends, playing, rarely sitting in the hotel, even completely forgot the four small tadpoles in the teacup on the mirror table in the small room; until a few days after returning home, when I saw the tadpoles in the porcelain basin on the edge of the flower table, I remembered it. Now the children have moved the tadpoles in the porcelain basins to the newly opened small pond in the corner, full of hope, waiting for them to turn into frogs. I thought even more of the four tadpoles abandoned in a hotel in Shanghai. Don't know how they turned out?
Maybe they've been dumped in a spittoon by the teahouse and died in a trash can? Myo Sang was happy with the golden bells, last year he wanted to raise two pairs of golden bells for the winter, and every time I came to this hotel, he always took out his beef tendon box to show me and talk about the golden bells for me. Maybe he can push his love for the golden bell to these four tadpoles and raise them for us, and now there are still the small lives of these four tadpoles in the world, and it is unknown.
Yet I wish they didn't exist. If it still exists, the more sad it is to think about it! They are not goldfish and do not want to live in glass bottles for people to see. They count on growth, development, become frogs and sing and dance in the arms of nature. The hometown they envision is a field with abundant water and grass and sticky spring mud, and a grass pond reflecting the shadow of the sky. Now they are kept in the middle of this commercial metropolis, next to the stone road, on the upper floor of the iron-clad building, in the cage of the water gate, in the small magnetic teacup, except for a spoonful of water released from the tap, surrounded by magnetism, bricks, stones, iron, steel, glass, wires, and soot, all of which are not suitable for their lives and are enough to kill them. The desolation, cruelty, and misery of the world is nothing more than that. It is a symbol of bitterness, a symbol of the soul of a person who lives under some kind of life.
If anyone were to report that my four tadpoles were indeed still in the hotel, for the sake of symbolism, I was about to leave at once and go to the hotel to rescue them and put them in the grass pond.
Selected from the New Edition of Feng Zikai's Works, People's Literature Publishing House, 2010 edition
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