No one applauds (prose)

2014-09-28

Zhu Deyong said that there are two paths in life: one is in line with the expectations of everyone, and the other is to conform to one's own heart. The former may get a lot of applause; the latter may not applaud you, but you will applaud yourself.

1

Among the henchmen, H is the most literary.

Literature and art are not pretense, it is an innate temperament, and this kind of thing can never be pretended.

For example, the actors on the stage, singing and playing, no matter how wonderful, are just dramas, and dramas are ultimately a big dream.

H's talk. H's literary style. H's glasses. H's fishing. Even H every bottle of dry red after opening, randomly from the phone out of the classical famous song. A little careless, a little outstanding, but when he murmured a moment of not getting drunk and not spreading his true feelings, it seemed that he suddenly returned to the dust and smoke, although he was still invisible to everyone.

When he was a teenager, he was quite similar to Lu Xun's leaping earth. As the only son in the family, the parents spared no effort to spoil, but they were born in the farmhouse, and this "pet" word is full of too much aftertaste. Sometimes it's just a vegetarian bag stuffed with vegetables, sometimes it's just a renovated old coat, and more often, it's just more than enough and not enough.

At that time, H's family also had a watermelon field. The ground is full of greenery, the ground is rolling round, and the eyebrows are clear-eyed H standing there with a smile and groaning, waving at you from afar... However, life is so unbearable to withstand the wear and tear of the years, walking is far away, walking and walking is drunk.

It was drunk. Once returning from the village at night, passing by a river, H said, stood on the bridge and rested for a while to see the long-lost moonlight. So I stood for a while. Two people full of wine. Then he pointed to the bright moon in the water, and smiled heavily, as for what he was laughing, he had forgotten.

In the past two years, the H of literary and artistic fans has become more and more silent. Everyone will experience something, forget something, give up some, brand a little. However, in his heart, he still hoped that he would have a little more of the libertine skeleton of the past, and not to smother the joys and sorrows of the world into his heart at once, so that these dead parties, brothers, hair small, secretly anxious.

Literature and subtlety are not necessarily twins. Like the flowers by the window in the bar room, one is a white rose and the other is a red rose.

2

The main beam between the old houses used to have a nest of swallows every year. The nest is getting bloated and heavyer year by year, and it looks like it is in danger.

Finally, one day, the swallow nest suddenly collapsed, and it spoiled one of her mother's jujubes, which made her mother resentful for a long time.

There are two pot stoves in the hall, one made tofu in the early years, when crouching under the stove to add firewood, the smell of beans goes straight into the chest. The two pot stoves boiled for ten years, twenty years, thirty years, and the four walls and the roof beams were smoked into a very impactful black mole. In the meantime, the swallow nest fell again and again.

Resentment stems from helplessness. But the mother still wants the swallows to return here every year. She said that this is a popular, popular place, swallows like. In April, the flowers are red and willowy, and a faint fragrance begins to fill the air.

The little swallows broke their shells, and one by one they pulled the big yellow mouth without stinginess, hungry and noisy, full and noisy. The mother was sad and said look at it, it won't be long before the little swallow will grow up to be a "person". This has always been remembered, and later told my daughter, but the little guy seems to only care about her "gege" drama, because the little swallow there is the little swallow.

Baby swallows will naturally fly out to build their new nests. No one was too intoxicated to look up and listen to their long and short sentences. The old house was smoking and dusty as always, until the new house was built, until the swallows did not come and whispered again, and then they felt as if they were in a different world, looking back at their mother.

The mother of the flower armor year, getting older and older year by year, year by year, she has long forgotten her jujube, swallow does not mention much, but often on the phone to advise: Son, treat yourself well.

3

The mountain roads of northern Shaanxi always teach people to be afraid and frightened.

From the top of the mountain, the mountain road is winding and winding, and at the foot of the mountain, it has become a fluttering belt, and it seems that as soon as the wind blows, it will disappear without a trace.

There are few decent cave dwellings in the mountain villages, most of which are quaintly broken, and the better ones are just new paper pasted with old paper, and a few pieces of window flowers. Young and old, there are cars passing by, and each of them crouches on the hillside and stares blankly. The yellowed lamb tripe wrapper on the old man's head, the big snot of the child, and the lonely Qin cavity that intermittently came from the mountain beam, it was like a dream back to the ancients, and something in the chest cavity surged up.

Occasionally, there are big car shops on the side of the road, and occasionally you will see broken cars, and no one knows what kind of self you will encounter on the way. Two hours ago, I was hesitating on the yellow and muddy streets of a small city, looking around at the "enemy". After that, I boarded the car and fled, over a small stream, climbed several hills, and drizzled like silk.

Many years have passed, and such memories, like a never-ending disaster, are hard and tangled.

Although there are white horses in the rivers and lakes, there has never been a shortage of bears.

It is true that the long night in other places is quiet, which is a punishment and a blessing.

In fact, if you are careful enough, you can still hear many sounds, and each is good at winning.

The train whistles. Crickets playing the piano. The sound of rubbing in the adjacent room. Rain eaves ticking. Vaguely repeated.

This is the uniqueness of a person, and it is about whether there is applause or not.