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Summer of acacia trees

author:Split ears

1. Yard

Hongyi was glad that she occupied a good position.

  Every morning, after the peeled mulberry strips crackled in the hearth for a while, paintings began to float on the chimneys of the roof. At first, the painting was bitten and twisted by the chimney's mouth, but soon, there were small paintings of one kind or another that broke free from the chimney mouth and went all the way to the far side, gradually fading and gradually disappearing. Hongyi felt that some of those little paintings had gone to the sky to add cotton wool, some had sunk into the river to make fish, some had burrowed into the arms of a woman with a big belly, some had become green dates on the opposite tree, and perhaps some had become her younger siblings.

Where the red ribbon stands, you can see the view in the courtyard. An abandoned well in the middle of the yard, because it seeps the river water, can not drink, for many years by bluestone slabs. The water in the well will stay in that dark and cramped place for a lifetime, the red wisp sometimes feels sad, the water of the big river can know the wind, the water underground is undercurrent in the rock, but the water of the waste well is trapped. This courtyard is front and back of the house, one wall, one corridor, covered by the sky, also like a well, a square patio. Will the place where you stand be a bigger invisible well? Thinking of this, there was a wind in the alley behind him, and the red wisp jumped the branch, shaking the red silk on his body so that he could put aside these senseless thoughts.

The white wall of the courtyard is full of mold flowers, like light smoke and light ink painting, it is a red painting wall. When there is nothing to do, Hongyi uses her imagination to paint on the wall, just quietly watch, the mold flowers will move, changing a lot of things that Hongyi has seen and never seen, and conjures up a lot of the world that Hongyi has seen and never seen. Those heavens and earths are like labyrinths, excluding substance and time, and only imagination can enter. Once, Red Ribbon shared with her siblings what she was doing on the painting wall, but soon she found that it was wrong to do so, their eyes made her feel unable to say more feelings, and the secret she gave was shattered, and the heart that lost the secret felt strained.

The old man Wugan said that she was a stupid child, how could the secret be shared. Ugan was the elder, he knew all his brothers and sisters, he also knew about Red Ribbon, and nothing they could hide from him. Wugan said that the secret is the sand in the mussel meat, only by nurturing and keeping it, can it bear the fruit of self-knowledge, once it is sacrificed or dug out, it sees the light of the sky, but it becomes an ornament or ornament, except that the eyes can meet it, but the heart can no longer wrap it and protect it.

  There was a strange man living in the yard. Sometimes, the man would come to the patio, walk to the waist-high vat, scoop out the rainwater that had been clear inside, pour it into the white porcelain basin, and then put his hand in the porcelain basin and rub it carefully. The ink on her fingers spread out in the water, reminding Her of her white walls full of moldy flowers. Is the man painting in the water? But what a short painting! No one answered Red Ribbon's doubts. The paintings in the water scattered and disappeared, reflecting a man's face.

  Hongyi didn't know what it was like to have sand wrapped in mussel meat, but now, Hongyi had a new secret, and no one else knew except Wugan.  

2. Invisible lines

An old man in the village went, and there were fewer and fewer people left.

  Ugan said that the old man's connection to the land was broken. But The red wisp had never seen such a line on a human body, not on the scarab beetle and the celestial buffalo, not on the ducks and sparrows, not even on the flower cats and earth dogs.

  But there are red wisps and black trunks.

  The thin veins of flowers are connected to the leaf tendons, and the leaf tendons merge into the body of the black trunk, and the body is deep into the soil. Since she was born, the red thread has been fed by this vein, and cannot run away like a doll on the ground, even if it is a distance of two or three meters. But eventually she will leave, when she is a faint yellow from the pink of the pavilion, and the flower veins are peeled off from the leaf tendons, then she will experience the freest flight in her life, break away from the earth's offerings, fall from the branches, and return to the earth that feeds her. What a day it will be.

A roar came through the clouds, coming from the high sky, turning into the buzz of flies, silver birds that traveled with people. Red Ribbon shuddered with excitement, and all the fans straightened up. Without flapping wings, without swinging fins, without hooves, man can reach the highest clouds, step on the farthest end of the earth, and make the world into a map. The red wisp stretched the tentacle higher, but disturbed a small painting that escaped from the chimney. Ugan, do you want to travel far away?

  But Wu Gan said, visible or invisible, that line is all there, don't think about it or do it.

The old man rowed a wooden boat many years ago, went to a bustling city, sold a pig at the head of the river port on the edge of the city, sold some pigs for money to buy tickets to the zoo for the child, the child vomited on the bus, and the return trip kept lying on the boat looking at the stars. Now the old man is in the box, and the box is in the soil.

  There is a tofu feast on the grain field, and the adults and children of the village come to share the "blessing" of the elderly. The tofu feast is not only tofu, the funeral does not have much crying faces, so the evening air uses the steaming energy of noon, and the heat of wine and vegetables, and people's heads and bodies are stuffed with sweat. Some sweat was eaten into the stomach, and some smashed into the cement floor. Red Ribbon smelled the saltiness coming from the air and began to become worried.

The man who lived in the courtyard also came, and he sat quietly in the corner of the table with his head down, unable to see his expression. Someone walked up to the man and whispered, and pointed to the camphor tree by the river.

  The camphor tree is older than Ugan and is difficult to surround. When the man was a child, the camphor tree was already standing by the river, and it stuffed a bunch of thick black fruits into the hands of the child, and also carried the child on his shoulder to dig the bird's nest on the tree.

  The man tapped his chopsticks on the table and got up and went back to the courtyard.

The sound of chopsticks struck Hongyi's heart, and from that moment on, Hongyi's heart could no longer enjoy peace. Do men travel, do they leave increasingly deserted villages? If the man has that thread on his body, how good it is, it can keep him away from the square patio, so that Hongyi can see his fingers and the painting in the porcelain basin every day.

  From that moment on, even in the moonlit night, Hongyi did not dare to fall asleep.

3. Crazy Wind Boy

A few strangers came from the village. They stepped on the mound of earth and stones, looked up at the vigorous canopy of the camphor tree, and used a ruler to draw a comparison on the chest of the tree. The earth and gravel mound is the territory of the earth dog, and every day it has to raise its hind legs to stand there for a while. The camphor tree looked at the courtyard with the gate closed, shaking the leaves loudly. Its face is dark, bright is a piece, dark is a piece of old leaves, bright is a delicate new leaf. The new leaves were clustered in piles, and their eyes were red.

Wu Gan comforted that the camphor tree had only been forced to move away, to a decently planned garden. Tonight, the strangers would water the camphor tree with a water snake and let it drink the water of its hometown for the last time before migrating, in order to ensure the physical strength needed for the migration.

Hongyi understood that the garden that Wugan was talking about was a densely packed cube, a similar stone forest. The stone forest is tall and stubborn, obscuring the sky of trees. The cube is full of neat square holes, and people live in the holes like caterpillars. At night, the lights are lit, and the cube hangs in front of you like a night with stars attached to it. If you look closely, the square hole will become a slide: a woman wearing a suspender, a man who smokes and meditates, a child holding a book... Ten thousand lights mean ten thousand illustrious slides that are forcibly broadcast, and they unknowingly murder the observer's imagination, turning the observer into a caterpillar curled up in a hole, wearing a thick glass eye frame, staring at the world outside the square hole.

  The camphor tree might soon be able to adapt to life there, Thought Red, not noticing that it had darkened. The stranger looked at the sky curtain that had been pressed down, and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The camphor tree was still swaying, but it was getting harder and harder, whimpering and calling the wind, so the jujube tree also called. Plastic bags on the wires made a splash and clapped their hands. The ugan also shook open, and the red wisp was thrown over and pulled over the branch, like a small hand calling for help.

  Finally, Feng Bo really woke up and began to dance passionately. It brought the bike down, the small pebbles kept flipping forward with it, the two ear grasses fell on the ground and could not stand up straight, and the pond beat the flowing beat... In a trance, Hongyi saw fengbo smash open a window in the courtyard, put his huge hand into the house, and pull out a few pieces of paper. The paper flew up with the wind's hand, flying over the eaves and treetops, like the skirt in the ball.

  Inked on the paper, there seemed to be something, and the red wisp had not yet had time to see clearly, but the naughty wind boy tore a hole in the sky, and the rain poured down. The rain quickly washed everything away and washed the red face with pain.

  All night long, the wind was driving its ball, and the rain extinguished the summer fire. Everyone was frantically drinking with the camphor tree, as if they had never left.

4. Illness

When the wind and rain first stopped, the velvet flowers spread all over the ground. Red Ribbon did not feel sad because of this, on the contrary, she envied these sisters floating in the most beautiful time, being surprised and pitying and silently forgetting. It was still overcast, the air was clean and moist, and Ugan was somehow a little sullen and unhappy, and her complexion was even darker, but Hongyi quickly put the problem behind her, and she glanced absently at the courtyard, sweeping over the painting wall for a while, and trying to stir the rain filled in the vat with her eyes.

  Tired footsteps stomped on the rubble at the entrance of the alley, paused for a moment as they passed through The Ugan, and then entered the courtyard.

The man came back from the river and brought back a pile of bamboo and cut nets. The bamboo was slippery and half black, probably because I had been soaking in the river for too long. Also brought back were two swallows that had been dead for many days. The man clasped them under the porcelain basin and tapped his fingers lightly, like some kind of old ritual. The singing of the porcelain basin is not pleasant, at first like a hoarse call, slow and rhythmic, and finally the singing is tired and becomes a dull whimper...

Red Ribbon remembered one night, the leaves were covering her face one after another, only she looked into the sky, and a big fish ran aground there. Following the white scales of the big fish, the red wisp found its goose-yellow eyes. How many years has that eye been floating in the ocean, alone, round and missing, missing and round.

  Hongyi couldn't help but feel that she was also a fish, a fish stranded on the branches, unable to swim out of the sea that Wugan had drawn for her. It's just that for Hongyi, the summer is so short, and the journey of the eyes is so long that it can never look forward to the end.

  Feng Bo said to Hongyi, you should listen to the song of that eye, it has seen the oldest shadow, and it has walked the most night road. That night, Hongyi listened for a long time with her eyes closed, heard her eyes sing about poisoned blood vessels and leeches, sang about slow rivers and villages, sang about the skin pierced with wooden thorns, sang about the surface of the water full of bamboo, sang about the blindfolded game, sang about the bottom and sky of the fishing net...

  The wind boasted triumphantly that the net in the sky could not catch it.

The man also heard the song of the moon.

  There was no one in the patio, and the man was back in the house. But after a while, the man actually walked to Wugan with a small jar and stood next to Wugan. He swept many fat slugs from Ugan. They burrowed out of the soil and lay in groups on the body of the Ugan, like gray sarcomas. The man sprinkled the salt from the jar on the squirming slugs, and Ugan breathed a long sigh of relief. As he was leaving, the man patted Wugan's shoulder, raised his eyes again, and glanced at the branches slightly.

  Red Ribbon suspected that she was ill. There must be an underground river buried in her heart. Sometimes the river flowed on the atrium of her heart, allowing her to quietly feel or control the direction of the water, but sometimes, the river was like a horse that had lost its reins, anxiously stepping on her chest, ready to rush out. At this time, Hongyi could only pull the horse in her heart hard, appease it, and spent a long time begging it, turning back into a gentle underground river again.

5. Journey

Soon, the stranger reappeared in the village, and the man packed his bags.

  The patio is still the same as it was, except for the towels on the wooden washbasin rack under the eaves, nothing less. The man carried a bag and a pile of paper to the camphor tree, and with each step, the red heart was empty, and it could not be stopped. The dazzling sun was really annoying, almost wiping the back shadow from sight, and Hongyi had to desperately close her eyes and open them before she could see clearly again.

The man crouched under the camphor tree, lit the fire, and handed the paper into the fire one by one. Is it a very important thing on paper, and I will never have the opportunity to know what it is, but to wait for the end of summer by guarding the no longer vivid patio and painting wall? Suddenly, the red wisps shook, wind bo, wind bo, please take me on a trip, to the shade of the camphor tree. She was still red enough to travel before withering, wasn't that exactly her wish, wasn't this already doomed to her, Red Thought.

Ugan, goodbye.

  Red Wisp straightened her whole body, and in the sigh of Wu Gan, she pulled herself out of the branch and personally ripped off the line that connected them. I can no longer feel the breath and pulse of Wu gan...

  Without hesitation, Red Ribbon briskly grasped FengBo's hand and jumped on its back. Feng Bo seemed to have found a child's heart, and played hide-and-seek with Hongyi, it hula sent Hongyi to the roof for a while, and then held its breath for a while, allowing Hongyi to lie on the ground and unable to move.

Several times, the red wisp was almost bitten into the mouth by the flower cat, and when the flower cat was about to succeed, the wind suddenly drummed up and sent the red wisp a few meters away, so that the flower cat fell into the air. Finally, the flower cat had to twist its ass and walk away, and Hongyi laughed, laughing so hard that the red silk was almost twisted together.

  How free.

  The earth is piping hot, and it has been steaming hot on it; The chimney's throat is black, but there are also quiet times;

  Ants work in teams, only looking for food, unable to stop and look at the scenery;

  The window glass was covered with ash, and the bright colors could not be illuminated, and the red wisp muttered disapprovingly;

  Many small grasses have sharp teeth, they stand in a blade jungle, and the red wisp desperately grasps the tail of the wind uncle, almost unable to avoid; Greet a passing bee, but it ignores the red wisp and rushes to a date with a daisy;

  What a lot of fun these things.

  The camphor trees are getting closer and closer, and the sparks running out of the fire are getting clearer and clearer, and they are about to reach their destination.

The wind blew enough cheeks to blow, bringing up the dust on the ground, and accidentally confused the man's eyes. The man stood up and rubbed his eyes. Then, the red ribbon was blown around and fell to the pocket on the man's chest.

  Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... Boom......

  A steady, powerful heartbeat leaves all sounds out. Red Ribbon felt like she had become part of her heartbeat. The world became a giant, holding the red ribbon and taking a big stride. Every step makes the earth shake endlessly; At each step, there are countless scenery passing in front of them, and at the same time, they go to the next destination without nostalgia; Every step, it crosses a galaxy, turns the starry sky into a wilderness, turns time into an endless carpet under the feet... The temperature in the chest was so hot, red wisp thought, this is happiness.

The man looked up, and liquid flowed from his eyes, followed by damp dust.

  The fire was about to burn out, the white paper turned black and brittle, and in the light of the fire, it turned into ash. Red Wisp vaguely saw the village, the camphor tree, the old well, the canal, the old man, the children watching the stars... And many beautiful dreams, how similar those dreams are to the dreams that Hongyi once had on the painting wall. The dreams shattered one by one, and they could not see the original appearance. But with Mars, many paintings flew out in the ashes, and the paintings gathered in the air and flew everywhere...

The man dusted his clothes, as if he were tearing off something on his body, but there were thousands of strands of dusting.

  Just sooner or later, respectively. But what does it matter, Ugan said, "Visible or invisible, that line is there." Finally touching the man, The red wisp gently pushed away the lonely heart. As it drifts, I repeat: To be part of the dream, to be part of the dream...

The man turned and walked slowly into the distance.

  Unconsciously become a dream, a man's dream, can the journey have a better ending than this, the red wisp in the firelight thought contentedly.

  At the intersection of the village, the man hesitated for a long time, the bustling city, the decent garden, that is far away...

(Older work)

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