The day that does not fall
Niu Ling
Old poplar tree
Stone piles
grave
Under the tree
On the stone
There are shadows
memory
Shredded days
In the years
Thick melancholy
Next to the grave
The stele is covered in dust
uncover
The page number of the dust
Page by page wet
Stone Grave Tree
Relatively speechless
Don't go
Shadow has been puzzled by years
A thin wind, walking by, then shaking down the leaves. In the lush season, walking, spinning, running on the fallen leaves, and finally disappearing in the veins of the leaves. Looking at the swirling leaves, the drifting wind, Tao sitting on a pile of stones in the grass, a heart like a yellow leaf floating zero: Ran Er, does your dusty sense of hearing still have induction, is everything that was once everything, only this stone stele of Ban Barge remains? On the day you left, did you see autumn water in your eyes like the moon, hiding a lot of words and not saying them? But even an old letter, you didn't go looking for the address it was going to! At that moment, your heart must be like an oxygen-starved maple leaf, falling, perching, replenishing emotions with reason. However, do you know that because of this, your quiet departure has left me with regrets and fragmented memories of my life! Looking at the stone tablet, a tear silently slid down Tao's cheek, and he really couldn't choose to abandon and forget. He couldn't forget that summer, couldn't forget the last parting with Ran Er that summer, couldn't forget the pot of Junzilan that Ran Er hadn't taken away.
That
It was raining
Very windy
I said I was going to pull your hand
You laugh roundly
Reach out a hand
I can't see it
A tear that thought of me
The summer weather has changed, and just now it is still clear and clear, and it is cloudy. Ran Er felt a little cold, went into the house to put on a dress, and then sat on the balcony and looked at the sky. Lightning bolts streaked through the sky, and then the bean-sized raindrops smashed down. Ran Er looked at the rain curtain in front of the window and the pot of Junzilan on the windowsill, and smiled bitterly in her heart. Perhaps, this is the last summer I've spent here.
After sitting for about half an hour, Ran Er got up and wanted to go and pack up the things she would bring with her tomorrow. When the time came, there was a sharp knock at the door. She walked over and opened the door, and in a daze, Tao stood in the doorway, her face completely bloodless, her body was soaked with rain, and a large stream of rain in her hair flowed down her face.
Tao saw Ran Er, did not enter the door, turned his back to his face, and pressed his right hand heavily on the door wall: "Do you really want to leave?" Where to go and when to leave. Ran Er turned and walked to the window, and she saw the pot of Junzilan again. It was sent by Tao, carefully cultivated by Ran'er, and Tao said that it would blossom this year. Ran Er stroked the huge leaves of Junzi Lan, and her heart moved, this pot of flowers had been here for four years. Suddenly, she thought of Tao standing outside the door, turned to the door, the door was wide open, but Tao was gone. Ran Er ran to the balcony and quickly opened the window to look down. Tao stood on the road, his head on his back, his mouth wide open, and let the unbridled rain pour into his mouth. Ran Er's heart shrank a little, covering his chest that was faintly painful, and the figure of Tao downstairs became clearer and clearer.
Four years ago, it was also a rainy season, and Ran Er and Tao met on this road. Tao was tall and thin, wearing a snow-white short shirt and holding a blue umbrella. On that rainy day, they had a chance to meet, to know, to know, to fall in love...
Ran Er threw down the clothes she was wearing and went downstairs to see that the road was watery, but Tao was gone. She went upstairs breathlessly again, dialing Tao's cell phone number, but hesitated when she dialed the last number. No, no, I can't call, that's going to be a forsake; no, no, I can't break my oath, I can't delay his life, he has his own career and a future. And I, already a terminally ill patient, thought of this, Ran Er's hand that dialed the phone hung down weakly. Looking at the pot of Junzilan on the windowsill, he smiled bitterly again, threw off his long shawl hair, wiped the water off his face, and decided to leave tomorrow.
The next day, Ran Er took care of everything, glanced at the pot of Junzilan that had not yet flowered, lifted her luggage and opened the door. Suddenly, she stepped back again, and at the door, there was a pot of Junzilan, which was very similar to her pot. She put down her luggage and walked toward the balcony, where Tao was standing downstairs, holding on to the telephone pole by the side of the road, and overnight he had completely changed into a different person, his hair disheveled, the corners of his eyes covered with blood, and as soon as there was a hint of wind, he would fall down.
Ran Er's heart was dragged away, she looked at Tao for the last time, lifted her luggage, bypassed the pot of Junzilan that had not yet flowered at the door, choked and ran out of the back door... Tao couldn't have imagined that it was a farewell. His Ran Er, just like that, dragged the sick body away, no sadness, no complaints, no last words, just like that hidden a bloody heart quietly passed away! And he didn't even know that she was terminally ill!
Thinking about time
It's very long, long
Time to gather
Very short and short
How many days
Quietly
Thoughts are pressed under sorrow
Push away and cry
Pick them up one by one
Branches full of vicissitudes
Bitter and sentimental
It's all about the leaves of affection
Pieces of tender green
Their poetic days, because of Ran Er's departure, because of the erection of the stone monument, gradually drifted away, and since then they have lost the artistic conception of dialogue with her, and from then on they can only wander in the mist of dreams, and every day will be steamed by thoughts!
Ran Er, as I said, to take care of you for a lifetime, to take care of you for a lifetime, have you forgotten? You're gone, the rest of the day, how will I face reality? Every time I pass by your door, I can't help but stop and look, hoping that you will suddenly appear. Sometimes, I would go to your door and ring the bell, so that the doorman would gently walk to his side: "The door should be locked, please go home, there is something to come back tomorrow." Fang knew that his actions were no longer dominated by his brain. My Ran Er is no longer here, not here anymore!
Crows roared
whimper
A Soul Breaker
Broken bowel people
In the vast rain and fog
Ying-chening Self-Deed
A crow noise came, a dark cloud drifted by, and a gust of wind swept over the fallen leaves and raindrops. Tao looked up at the sky, stood up slowly, trembled his hands to pick up the yellow leaves that fell on the stone tablet, gently turned away a blue umbrella, and walked into the vast wind and rain at dusk...
(About the author: Niu Ling, the first kindergarten teacher in Ganzhou District, Zhangye City, Gansu Province, and a member of zhangye writers association.) Since childhood, he has loved to write, and has published many essays, poems and children's songs in "Poetry Journal", "Star Poetry Journal", "Preschool Education" and some provincial and municipal newspapers and magazines. The allegro dramas and stage plays written have been staged in provincial and municipal literary and art performances and won different awards. Published a collection of essays" "Wind and Rain a Leaf Boat". ）