You say, how did he go down?
There were people passing by the bridge, occasionally catching a glimpse of the old man on the island in the middle of the river, and everyone would occasionally mumble a few words.
To be honest, this is not the first time I have seen this old man, this is the second time I have seen him.
Yesterday, when my son and I went out for a walk, I saw him undressing on the island, and he sat there, calmly taking off a pair of leather pants and no water shoes.
I guess he got into the water in his leather pants and walked to the island in the middle of the water.
It was too far away to see clearly, and I saw him bending over and busy there, throwing out a handful of vegetables, of course, it could be grass. Later, when it was getting dark, he pulled out a large bag from a pile of bags, and put a large bundle of vegetables into it, and then another bundle, and then another......
We thought he was leaving. So they stared at him.
Unexpectedly, he packed a bag of vegetables and went back to the field to continue working.
Today I went out for a walk with my son again, the original route. On the way, my son asked me: Mom, do you think that old man will still be there?
I shook my head: probably not, he packed such a big bag of vegetables yesterday, which is enough to eat for three or five days. Besides, you don't have to go every day to tidy up the vegetable garden, right?
Then we walked across the bridge, and we saw the busy figure again.
The son smiled and said: Mom, you are as fierce as a tiger in analysis, and your IQ is actually 250......
I laughed wryly: this shows that probability is not accurate. In fact, it is just 50 percent of each being there and not being there. However, there are two answers, guessing correctly is 100%, and guessing wrong is 100%.
In fact, there is a saying that I have hidden in my heart: people are the most uncertain things.
Seeing this old man planting vegetables in the water, everyone could see him, but they couldn't guess how he got into the water, and I thought that he probably didn't want everyone to see him, so he didn't go ashore for a long time.
I think of a dream I had when I was younger, and it may not be appropriate to say that a dream is just an idea.
I remember when I was in middle school, I had the idea that when I grew up, I would build a hut on the mountain, away from the crowds, live in isolation, or become a monk and live in a monastery.
Later, when I grew up, this idea was out of the question.
After all, I don't have the conditions to build a hut on the mountain, and it is even more impossible to become a monk, in the eyes of the world, how much blow does it have to endure before a person can let go of everything in the red dust?
A colleague has a classmate who is really out of home, and when he talks to me, I just listen to it as gossip. It's over, what should I do, what should I do?
My cousin's eldest sister, when she was young, also repeatedly said wildly: if you don't get married, you will enter a nunnery in the future.
In the end, she still got married, at most she didn't want children, and her husband Dink.
Speaking of this, I feel a little sad in my heart, my cousin has been dead for several years, and she was only 38 years old when she died.
She left a six-year-old girl, and she could only take care of her with her eldest sister.
Later, I talked to my mother about the so-called mother-daughter fate, and she was only 6 years old when my cousin's mother died.
went to college and read Gu Cheng's only novel, the desperate novel "Ying'er", which depicts the daughter of a wife and a concubine in his heart, sitting on a beautiful wife and concubine, and finally Li Ying abandoned him, and his wife Remi was overwhelmed and ready to leave him, he was sad and desperate, and committed suicide after killing his wife.
Gu Cheng's language is still beautiful, and every sentence is smart and jumping, shining with the holy light of poetry.
Go to a place where there is no one.
It was a phrase he often said to the women he loved and loved him. As soon as I read this sentence, I was convinced.
Go to a place where there is no one.
How nice!
Of course, in fact, this place does not exist, and in the end, Gu Cheng did not find it, and ordinary people such as you and me, of course, could not find it.
Fate is not the wind, blowing back and forth, fate is the earth, wherever you go, you are in fate.