Gu Yue Jinchen Prose: Yulian's Heart - Listen to "Pink Lotus's Heart"

How can I, who have not been weathered, know about your blooming heart?

—Epigraph

Flowers bloom in dreams, and flowers fall when you wake up.

Seven years of classmates, how many times we have met, and we have passed by with a smile, you and I can't tell. Only let the clouds in the sky savor it, or let the flowing water under the bridge tell the story. Now, in the wind and rain, I will never forget the name as beautiful as my face - Yulian and those eyes that are as beautiful as I wish.

One

Now it is

The most beautiful moments

But the heavy door is locked

After a fragrant smile

Who knows what is in my lotus's mind?

On the opening day of the university's first art festival, the huge lotus flower writing intentions that I spent five all-nighters on were placed in the most prominent position, and I was half busy with autographs and compliments. Who knows, the next day, the painting disappeared. Just when I was wondering, you found me "Xingshi to ask for sin".

"Tell me honestly, what did you fill in on that painting?" You stand quietly and generously by the lotus pond with the fragrance of flowers. It turned out that I inscribed on the "masterpiece" "If you get Yulian Yan to accompany you, I am willing to donate my lonely body to turn into a waning moon", but I didn't expect to offend her fang. Oops, her father, who was the deputy secretary of the party committee of the school, found out and didn't "invite" me to his office to report my thoughts or even give me some necessary teachings!

"I've heard of this masterpiece for a long time!" Before I could finish my mind, the "incriminating evidence" had been handed out from the hands of the slender man you were hiding behind you.

"Hey, great talent, since it has my Yulian's name on it, if you can cut your love, I will treasure it with my heart!" You solemnly plead.

I suddenly fell in love, rubbed it several times, and then entrusted it to you with both hands. Because it's still beautiful, I always refuse to, and I won't stay for anyone. And at this moment, there are still thousands of pink lotuses behind him, which are faintly blooming in the water.

After that, when you and I met, we still smiled and passed by, and a thousand words turned into footsteps that came and went in a hurry. Only the lotus flower blooms as before, in my trickling thoughts that have not yet bloomed.

Two

And when you finally walk by in defiance

Falling to the ground behind you

Friend, that's not petals

It's my withered heart.

When I was about to graduate, you asked someone to ask me if I would like to stay in school, and I shook my head and refused, so that you could be convinced that I had no complaints or regrets. At this time, your best friend Lan Zhou is gradually sailing closer to your heart. It was a June night, and the sky was full of stars.

Lan Zhou has a great kindness to me. When the "rebellion was justified" hit the school, because I was unwilling to help the two factions write "big-character posters", they took rare concerted action to fight me. At this time, Lan Zhou, who was red-rooted, risked his life to protect me, who was from a bad background and nerd, and accompanied me to stay in the basement of a hotel for seven days in the mountains and nibbled on seven steamed buns until the People's Liberation Army rescued us. Standing side by side in the dazzling sunlight, I told Lan Zhou to repay him for saving his life. The grinning Lan Zhou didn't know your place in my heart, so he pointed to you who were happily running towards us, and smiled close to my ear: "If you really want to thank me, please trouble you, a talented man, to help me write a letter to the Holy Maiden." ”

My classmates exalted me as a "talented man", and I was ashamed of myself; And when they give you a "holy woman", I am convinced. You say that you admire me with all your heart, and indeed I sing carols for you day and night. If it was a mistake from the start, then why, why was it so beautifully wrong?

It's not just a matter of being trusted and loyal, but I'm actually very inferior because of my arrogant appearance, and I can't weigh or have the courage to weigh the weight I embody in your world. In this way, I dipped my tears and blood into words to write my spiritual monologue, and then Lan Zhou sent it in his name. After that, I slowly distanced myself from you, and inadvertently revealed to my classmates that I still have a daughter-in-law in my hometown who has not passed through the door.

After graduation, I returned to the mountains where Yunshen did not know, without the romance of poetry and painting, I paradoxically accepted the kind and hard-working heart of a rural girl. This is not fate, but it is beyond fate. A pair of rope-to-cloth shoes decided that I would accompany me through this life and this world, and slowly continue to write the poems written by God.

Three

Please look again

Look at me again

In the wind, in the rain

Look back and stare again

My face tonight......

A few years later, the upright Lan Zhou finally learned my secret, and he was very guilty. On the way to apply for a marriage certificate with you, knowing the outcome after you knew, I gritted my teeth, but bravely told you this big secret, and then let you cry and run away from your sight.

Soon, you stepped on the moon to Langchi, all the way to the dust, you still hold the nameless lotus picture in your hand, hoping that I can face your watery tender eyes. Alas, if I am really the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, how can I shine on your smile in early summer?

With perseverance, you dialed the commune number of my school and asked someone to bring me a letter asking for a final gathering. Because, you will also move back to your hometown in Jiangnan, which is more suitable for lotus blooming.

It's a sunny and hot August day, and you, dressed in a crisp white dress, have rushed to the alliance you made eons ago.

"Let me take you to the station!" The sun has turned west, and I look at you with hazy teary eyes.

"You're on a mountain road, so let me give you a ride!" You look up, and the blue sky is like a delicate jasper, and it is just like your two beautiful and melancholy eyes.

In the end, it is the daughter of a soldier, who can afford it and put it down. You pursed your lips and told me with a smile that you stole the painting, and the original intention was only to kill my arrogance, and it was only after a closer look that I was impressed by my painters. The corners of my mouth moved, but I couldn't say anything. The Guiying on the side of the road is swaying, and the fragrance is overflowing in all directions.

Four

I didn't mean to miss it

But I've always done it

Miss the flower-filled yesterday

Matakana

Miss the ......

You sent one ride after another, as if you were going to condense my whole life into this distance, to see me off to the end. Actually, you've never walked a mountain road before. The mountain wind has wrinkled your long hair, your skirt, and our already undulating hearts. Along the way, you talk a lot, but you don't say a word about where your work is going, your exact address, and how to contact you. And I, and I have only the right to be silent.

Before we knew it, we had crossed the mountains and came to the only ferry port from the middle mountains of the river valley to the back city. I had to break up and say goodbye. Under my repeated persuasion, you finally stopped, but tears flowed down again: "Just let me look at you and watch you leave me!" ”

"No, if you still have to go a long way, you can go first!" I tried to restrain my emotions, but my voice was still a little choked.

Broken heart on the raft, you turn back to the shore and stretch out your trembling hands as if you want to grab something.

In the middle of the water, you are still waving your slender hand, and in the tears in the breeze, you gradually transform into an eternal lotus, a jade lotus rooted in my heart and filled with the sweet spring of my tears.

Year after year, there are always thousands of lotus flowers, faintly blooming at the junction of water and sky, are you one of them?

In the eighties and nineties of the 20th century, Xi Murong's poetry crossed the Taiwan Strait and swept the mainland. As a middle school student, it was not surprising that I was an admirer of her, but strangely enough, my Chinese teacher with gray temples also chanted to tears. Years later, this spring, in a quaint tea room, he told me a true and poignant love story, and the mystery was revealed. It turned out that he felt that these poems were written for him and his first love. Through his experience, I agree with him. At this moment, Tong Li's complaining "Pink Lotus's Heart" is lingering in my ears.

As his student, I was moved, and I took Xi Murong's poems and sentences as a line to write an essay to remember it. When the draft was revised and approved, the hero informed the key details and agreed to send it with the text. Because it is considered to be a true thing, it is slightly based on the style of the fake village dialect, and readers are asked not to sit in the opposite seat.