On an airplane through a cumulonimbus cloud
They came from the province together, and the room was not an office, although there were rows of computers. Of course, it is even more impossible to play escape room, because the windows are bright and clean, and it is not a small dark room.
I saw the writer who wrote the diary sitting at the head of the desk, with a white hand-knitted woolen scarf around her neck, her hair still cut short, and she didn't squeak for a long time, and it really became a landscape. Once when she came to Guiyang to visit, I happened to have something to do with the small cross, and saw my old friend and editor of "Mountain Flower", female writer Yang Datie (my two families are not far apart) accompany her to eat snacks on the street, as if she was eating tofu fruit, I knew that I was receiving her and did not go over to say hello. I remembered it in that room, she was on the cusp of the pandemic and I wondered how I had time to sit. There was also a tall, thin man standing next to me, and when I woke up, I remembered that it was the Secretary-General. At this time, a beautiful woman wearing a flesh-pink twist pattern knitted short-sleeved dress walked in, not much shorter than the male writer. It seems that the painter Hu Tao introduced her, that is, the girl who drove from Shanghai Moganshan Gallery to Hangzhou to the high-speed rail station to pick up the girl from the China Academy of Art in Zhuantang Town. I can't remember her name suddenly, and the little girl is very good at telling stories.
She did tell me about her first love. At that time, in the white van that kept encountering red lights, I remembered the voice of the female writer Bi Shumin chatting, Beijing Mandarin, and I felt that she could tell stories directly on the radio. I remember what she said about being a soldier in the Tianshan Mountains in the early years and once going home for a hitchhike, which was full of emotion. I told the little girl at the China Academy of Art that she had the eloquence and touching emotions of Teacher Bi Shumin. The little girl had a particularly honored expression, and she immediately said that she liked Bi Shumin's novel very much.
Could it be that she rewrote the novel, and I said in the van that if she wrote the story of her first love herself, she would definitely earn a lot of tears. I think it seems that it was organized by the Provincial Writers' Association, and a pen meeting was going to be held somewhere.
"We're flying this time. The Secretary-General said.
I forgot when he lost a tooth, there was a hole, and he was talking leaky. He covered the corners of his mouth with his hand and said that it hurt, and pulled it out.
"Why don't you treat conservatively first? I didn't dare to say this on the spot, for fear that others wouldn't like to hear it.
The little girl asked me to go shopping with him. We passed a casino and stumbled upon the top of the hill, where there was a checkpoint. It's especially like the Impressionist master Camille Pissarro's canvas painting "Fox Hill • Upper Norwood", which is almost covered with snow.
Anyway, I'll call Female Painter A, so that it's easy to tell.
He paints in the open air, which of course has drawbacks, and they are quite obvious, because the light and the atmosphere are constantly changing.
"Pissarro really captures natural light here. ”
Then we walked into the castle at the top of the hill, which was supposed to be Mont Saint-Michel, where the eighth wonder of the world was located. During the Hundred Years' War between England and France from 1337 to 1453, it is reported that 119 French knights fought against the English army for 24 years in the abbey on Mont Saint-Michel, relying on walls and turrets. "The French have been able to hold out for so long because of the tides of the Atlantic," A said. "We wanted to wait until the evening at Mont Saint-Milche to watch the thunderous tide that rushed from eighteen kilometres away, drowning us all around.
"It's the most spectacular tide in the world. A said.
"Unfortunately not September 23. I replied.
"Then feel the salty sea breeze. ”
"I believe there are also clergymen who are pious and simple-minded. ”
While walking in the mountains, A and I met Avicena, the king of alchemy, and traveled to 999 A.D., when the Emir dynasty fell and Avicena's father died. He began a fifteen-year wandering life and became good friends with Mizgani. He completed three books while in prison. Avicenna experimented with his own body, causing his intestines to rot and he died in 1037 at the age of fifty-seven. His mausoleum in Hamadan is also a huge library, with twelve columns representing twelve disciplines, and he has done an excellent job. His famous book "Medical Codex" has more than 1 million words, which has guided the medical profession for centuries, and some views are still used today.
Suddenly we heard Mozart's Concerto No. 20, which was completed on February 10, 1785, and came to the piano scene where Mozart himself was playing the piano at the next day's performance, and we heard the lyrical second movement of the Romance. The music flows slowly. A and I are back on the streets of the castle.
We crossed the zebra crossing, and the little girl felt a little regretful. No one wants to take a look at this pile of good writing material these days, and we both say that it will definitely stir the heart.
"Tiredness is just the tip of the iceberg. I whispered.
A said, "No one is truly right-turned. ”
I had to watch them insect, rot, and slowly turn to dust. The two of us looked at each other, and we could only helplessly, looking at them and sighing deeply. There were several girls who loved literature, but they came once and then they didn't come again. Mothers are always fussy about the little things, and now they are free in love, and the orders of their parents are only used as a reference. Even an alchemist can't control it.
"It's better to stick to the rules. The Secretary-General interjected.
Because alchemy caters to our human greed at best, alchemy has always pursued immortality, which is an eternal curse on the soul. It is also a ghost that haunts us humans. The main thing is that as soon as you step into the castle, you will feel a suffocating fulfillment, not only lacking operability, but even oxygen. Chillingworth took alchemy one step further into medicinal chemistry, freeing us from mental danger.
There was a handsome guy who was a skeptic.
"Do you have a phone at home?"
"Nope. ”
"Neither the tape recorder nor the television set. ”
"It's true that the First Emperor never rode a bicycle. ”
Wu Zetian has never eaten ice cream. ”
"In the future we can get – freedom. ”
He suddenly hesitated, and his cheeks stiffened.
"Oh, you're still forced to wear a mask. ”
Everyone wears masks. The guy applied a layer of oil paint to his cheeks.
"By no means a reason to laugh at Prometheus for stealing fire. ”
"Bye-bye!" the girl turned her head and hurried away.
I'm not upset. But I've often wondered how much we know about the snow on Fox Mountain in the days when we were preparing to land on Mars, how did rice matter, and how did an atomic bomb compare to a miniskirt.
The Secretary-General tried to take his pet dog on the plane but was unsuccessful, and I saw first-hand why he had taken him to the rape fields, why he couldn't get on the plane. The plane we were on flew smoothly, as if it was night, and the lights were not turned on in the cabin. Sitting next to me was a middle-aged writer, from Henan. The plane seemed to pass through the cumulonimbus clouds, strong convective weather, and I heard God clenching his fist, or his fingers curling and banging on the outer wall of the plane. The male writer said it was hail, don't worry, soon the cumulonimbus clouds will fly. The plane didn't get too turbulent, and I woke up to my destination. Get off the plane and take the high-speed train back.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is about to land, passengers are asked to fasten their seat belts," said the female announcer. "Thank you!"
I want to see which airport I'm landing at, and I want to stick my head out.
"This is Madrid, with the Puerta del Sol. The male writer said.