A Madman | Author: Tapping heartstrings

I sat on a small bench on a small street in a small town basking in the sun, and the early spring sun was so warm that it was easy to get carried away. Passers-by may have clear eyebrows, or their appearance is not proud; or they are calm and relaxed, or they are in a hurry... None of this has anything to do with me, I'm thinking about it.

He walked from afar, taking unhurried steps, dressed neatly, in a suit and leather shoes. The suit was a style from earlier years but was flat and smooth, and the shoes were not too new but they were wiped clean. The reason why I suddenly paid attention to him was, of course, not only because of his dress, which was everywhere in the town, and it was not enough to attract my attention. When he walked over unhurriedly, his mouth was not idle, he muttered all the way, and he was very exaggerated, but he was not organized, and he did not know what he wanted to say. He has no companions, and naturally has no specific audience, so who is all his words addressed to? Is it a passerby, or does it have a supposed object in his mind?

I don't want to know what he's talking about, I'm not a curious person, I'm basking in my sun, of course, I'm also thinking about things and not listening. When he walked past me, he looked at me inexplicably, and his expression was suddenly very solemn. I hurriedly turned my head to the side, and his actions had made me know that he was different from ordinary people, afraid of being entangled by his attention. As I turned my head, I heard a mocking whisper from one or two passers-by: Crazy! Ha...... Their laughter alarmed the others, but the madman did not "move", he walked past me, from those who suddenly cast strange eyes on them, and clearly had malicious intentions, he did not look at them, he could not see them, he just maintained the inherent stride, pace, did not hurry and walked over...

I don't know what kind of life he went through, what kind of life made him incompatible with the world and was defined as a madman. Has his life ever been brilliant, or has it been wonderful? What a beautiful dream he once had, on the thorny road of life, he was either sad or full of faith. Perhaps he also had the joy of success, when he was sought after by everyone, flowers and applause had filled his whole world; or he had always been so mediocre, doing nothing, accomplishing nothing, but how could a mediocre life afford the restless beating of a heart full of ambition? Did he become what he is today?

Did his mother, like my mother, place her fervent expectations on her son, the treasure in her palm, the pride of their family, and how could she not be loved? Have you ever held the sole of your shoe under the oil lamp, and from time to time looked up at the serious appearance of his son who was doing homework next to him, and smiled with relief? Is his father, like my father, watching open-air movies, afraid of wronging his growing son and putting him on his shoulder? Let him scratch his hair with his childish little hands, or suddenly cover his eyes with mischievousness, but he just smiled lovingly and said: Don't look. So much for!

When the sons won the first award, they must have laughed happily, right?! Maybe he also has to rush to tell his grandparents; when chatting with others, he will find a topic from time to time, turn to his son, every word is clearly excited and proud, even if the turn is very blunt, it is difficult to accept, they are still happy. When the son has a little achievement in his career, even if the achievement is small, it is not worth mentioning in the eyes of others, no one cares, and no one wants to care; but even if they have frosted their sideburns, they will show a childlike smile for it, happily accompany their baby to enjoy the joy of "success", and they firmly believe that a good start is half of success!

Maybe everything was too smooth, maybe he had been living in the so-called success and pampering, so that he had become accustomed to the life of being sought after, and the occasional failure defeated him, and he lost confidence in life, no hope for the future, and he completely collapsed.

Of course, it may also be that his past is not as beautiful as I thought, the road of life is already bumpy and difficult, how many people can have a smooth sailing? Once he was too obsessed with his career, he longed for success, eager to get the world's attention, unparalleled glory, but it is really too difficult to succeed; of course, it may also be because of some kind of feeling, such as love, in every moment of his awakening, at any moment when his mind is active, his world is occupied by the cherished her, he is sad for him, for his joy, and the end is not what he wants, watching the other party step by step, and finally helplessly making the tears the only confidant and catharsis - He was defeated in his own mind, unable to extricate himself, and became insane.

Are his parents still alive? Or if I were looking for a sunny spot in the yard, sitting on a small stool, basking in the sun? Of course, their mood will not be relaxed, and they will think about their hearts, but there is only one thing - they are worried about their sons. He is always uneasy about the upside-down, is the clothes and shoes when he goes out also trying to pursue perfection with their help? Then silently looking at the distant figure of their baby, they looked, looked, and did not want to withdraw their gaze for a long time. They will think of many things, of their sons stumbling and throwing their little hands up in front of them, calling them for the first time with milk and milk; remembering their sons happily holding their first hard-earned income in front of them; remembering people running around for his marriage, and thinking hard. They remembered a lot... Maybe there was a moment of tears!

I thought about it, and I couldn't help but laugh at my own wild thoughts, but that smile was instantly overwhelmed by an inexplicable sadness. An ant squinted its eyes against the sunlight and looked up at me, surprised by the strange look on my face, and did not want to leave for a long time. Am I in its eyes like the one who has just hurried past him? Its short life naturally has never witnessed my past, let alone my future, of course, it can also imagine as I can, although the small head can not contain many things, but the occasional churning of the heart may understand the life of a person - who can say clearly about the things in the world!

I looked at it with a faint heart, and a self-deprecating laugh gradually began to brew on my cheek, and little by little, it blossomed and opened.