Miniature Romance Novels: A Glance at Three Small

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The old county magistrate, who has always been awe-inspiring, has an equally awe-inspiring disease - cancer. The county party committee decided to transfer to Shanghai for treatment, but he categorically refused: "Premier Zhou has not been cured, can we do it?" Go home and wait! ”

So he returned to the small mountain village where he was born and raised.

This mountain village is beautiful, an ancient river, floating from the distant sky, bending around the village, and floating to the distant sky. The old county magistrate leaned under a weeping willow by the small river every day, looking at the river in a daze.

The small river is ordinary and meandering, the river level is ordinary and clear, and the river grass is ordinary and floats with the water. Ordinary fish and shrimp, playing under ordinary water. Occasionally, there is a roar, the fish and shrimp are scattered, and then they return to the old. The morning sun stains the river golden and is instantly engulfed by the river; the sunset dyes the river red, but the moment is dim and dull; the bright moon dyes the river silver, that is, it gurgles and swallows...

It's all mediocre.

However, the old county magistrate looked at the river and laughed silently; however, the old county magistrate looked at the river and cried silently; but the old county magistrate looked at the river and looked at the river with a more foolish face...

No one can figure out why! No one dared to ask.

Finally, one day, the old county magistrate could not get up and could not speak, he felt that he was in danger, so he anxiously gestured to his son. The son did not understand for half a day that Lao Tzu still had to go to the river. He got angry, leaned down into his father's ear and advised, "Let's recuperate at home..."

What you get is a trembling slap.

"Let him go!"

The old sixth uncle, who grew up with a bare ass from the old county magistrate, sighed and said.

"Why?"

"He came back here, maybe that's what he wanted!"

So the old county magistrate was carried to the weeping willow tree by the small river. He could not sit up, so he lay on a stretcher and struggled to press his face against the trunk of the tree, looking at the river.

In an instant, I smiled and went.

The son cried. He sobbed and asked the old sixth uncle, "You say, why did he have to come here?" Why are you here?!"

Old Sixth Uncle did not answer immediately. He wiped the old tears from the corners of his eyes and said slowly, "Child, I don't know." However, I always think, in this life, who does not hide something in their hearts? ”

So, there was silence.

The river flows silently...

trail

Perhaps, because it was born with soft legs, it is no wonder that it is annoying.

"Alas, unplanned waste, not even a stone road can climb!"

Father can't move this sentence. As for her mother, she could only look at him and shed tears, as if she were to blame for all her sins. Grandma Wei was really angry, sharpening her voice and scolding incessantly: "Damned, dare to do this again, I fought with you!" I think I didn't drown you alive in the urinal yesterday..."

So, as usual, my father stopped saying nothing, breathlessly inserted the cigarette bag into his waist, lifted the flat burden, and "stepped on" the stone path in front of the door, and left angrily. The mother, on the other hand, bowed her head, sighed, picked up the basket, and silently hid in the path in front of the door.

Without an object, Grandma turned to a smiling face, as usual: "Lin Er, don't feel bad." Actually, your dad, good intentions! ”

He shrugged his head and nodded. He felt indifferent, he was used to putting up with it all. Twelve years old, still can't go, who do you blame? The only thing that tempted him was the stone path in front of the door. He raised his head silently again—

In the deep mountains and old forests of this village, this stone path is the only way out for his family. One end starts under the door, and the other end is lost in the sky. I don't know how many generations I stepped on, but the path finally became so transparent and glowing. He found that when the spring rains were swift, the path became more holy and crystalline; when the summer was tyrannical, it became airy and shady; when the autumn leaves were rolling, the path was smooth and spotless; and when the winter snow was full, it was like a hot fire belt, and the snow melted when it fell.

What a magical, wonderful, enchanting trail!

But Grandma said it was a story path. Every stone slab condenses a moving story...

"Grandma, can you tell me one more?" He looked back and begged.

"Okay." Grandma was happy, "Lin Er, you see, this path is full of footprints. The outward, shallow is spring, the one that comes back, the deep is autumn... Oh, by the way, that string is the most obvious one of your grandfather's. Once..."

"Footprints? How can I not see? ”

“……”

He knew that whenever he mentioned the path, Grandma was mesmerized and kept mumbling her story.

"Grandma, I ask you!" He interrupted grandma violently and said loudly, "Is there a story about me on this path?" ”

“...... Ah, the rice is mushy! ”

Grandma suddenly stumbled away, her steps a little hesitant.

His heart was filled with sorrow.

Finally, one morning, gritting his teeth and sturding on his crutches, he sneaked onto the coveted stone path. As soon as he took a step, he "pounced" and fell down; struggling to move another step, the crutch flew out of the handle, and his knees were bloodied. He cried, simply crouched on the stone slab and crawled forward with his elbows propped up...

He must find his own story.

hill

Because of a strange dream, she was a little irresponsible.

She excitedly told the dream to the man, who grinned and smiled: "Good luck! She couldn't resist and said to her mother-in-law with excitement, and her mother-in-law reprimanded: "Wild! Don't go feed the pigs yet! She did not go to feed, but sneaked out of the door and poured the dream to the daughters-in-law of the same age in the village, which caused a lot of hilarity.

"Yo, Lan Meizi, they are all dozens, do you still want to taste that foreign meat?" Do people give you money, or do you post it upside down? ”

That cheeky second aunt didn't have a good word when she opened her mouth.

"Gege"...

A shrill laugh broke out.

"Dead ghosts!" She blushed shyly and scolded, and hurried back.

She really regretted it, she shouldn't have come out and said it, what did she have to say to these people? Disappointed! She hurried to mix pig food, and her mother-in-law had already fed it, and her face was dark and mournful. She pretended not to see it, and then hurried to the fire to cook, and even she was surprised that she burned for half a day

wok......

"Lost soul, be careful!" The mother-in-law dings her son.

"It's all right." The son grinned as usual, not caring.

"Careless! Wang Zhuang's old third daughter-in-law..."

"Really?"

The son finally became vigilant and secretly stared at it, and he found that the matter was far more serious than his mother said. This woman not only threw away three or four, but also had something to do and was stunned for a long time. Asking, and not saying a word, the more suspicious the man became.

Suddenly, the woman was gone. The man went crazy and searched the whole village, only to find it on the top of a hill outside the village. The woman stood straight, staring blankly into the distant distance.

"Wait for the wild man?"

The man held his breath and hid for half a day, not seeing anyone coming, discouraged; shunning the woman's gaze forward, except for the mountain or the mountain, he finally did not understand.

This night, the man felt extremely wronged and carried out a crazy revenge. He wanted to leave a root quickly and tie the woman's heart...

Women finally have it, and men finally let their hearts go. Women still run to the hill several times a day, and men no longer care, let it go.

The woman's belly gradually grew larger, and the pants gradually could not be tied, but still hidden from the mother-in-law, the man, and climbed to the top of the hill with difficulty. On this day, before reaching the top of the mountain, he fell down groaning, and the little thing broke through the water in the wilderness. The woman painfully and bravely bit the umbilical cord with her teeth, trembled and held the small life of the red strip, and cried out to the distant tears of the clouds: "That is the place where the mother dreamed!" ”

"Wow—"

A cry, the mountains shake... (Huang Fei)

This is a novel composed of three prose poems, the author does not pursue complete characters and plots, but focuses on writing his feelings about life, writing about his understanding of life and the excavation of the inner universe of man, the deep and broad subconscious. The old county magistrate, Lin Er, and Lan Meizi, although they have different identities and different heights, they are all real and real people, each of them constitutes an independent world, and everyone hides the secrets of their own hearts.

The ordinary little river, the poetic river, aroused the rich emotions of the old county magistrate, he laughed silently, he cried silently, and his face was stupid. At the time of his death, he did not want to leave the small river. The author does not tell people the reason, but the reader will be able to read the mystery, "In life, who does not hide something in their hearts?" This sentence of the old sixth uncle does not answer the suspense of the work, but it reveals a profound philosophy of life.

Paved with magical, wonderful, charming colors of the stone path, there is the endless story of Grandma, because there are the footprints of the old man on it, and when the trail is mentioned, Grandma is ecstasy. The disabled Lin Er also fantasizes and struggles, and he also has to find his own story on the trail. That path symbolizes man's love and symbolizes man's consciousness of life.

Dreams are the satisfaction of people's desires to change their faces, and Lan Meizi's strange dreams are also the satisfaction of her desires? For that dream, she would climb the enigmatic hill and gaze at the "distant far away." Ethereal like a dream, illusory like a dream.

Man is so complicated, man is the mystery of the insoluble Sphinx. Also because it is complex and difficult to understand, this is the real person!