People in the desert long for oases, there is no oasis, even a mouthful of water, a handful of wet soil, is the continuation of life, if there is an unexpected sporadic rain, it is a fantasy, an unexpected surprise, he will open his cracked mouth and suck desperately. This is man, man's desire for life and his fear of death.
My home is not in the desert uplifted by the vast desert, but in the loess plateau with thousands of ravines, the sub-lineage of the Yellow River - the crooked Fenhe River can only be overlooked by the slope, it has the reputation of the negative river, at best it is only a trickling stream, when it encounters a dry year, if there is none, when the Yellow River is out of flow, its riverbed will crack countless tiles, it is a kind of palpitations and terror, its color is dim and muddy, and it is reminiscent of the dishes of the frustrated.
So I long for the sea, the vastness and depth of the sea, and the turbulence and unbridledness of the sea, the sight of the water and the sky that makes people want to fly in vain, that is a realm, an understanding and sublimation of life. I have been boating in the West Lake and indulged in that tranquility; I have looked down the steps of Mount Hua to feel the struggle; I have worshipped Wutai and searched for a long-lost Zen heart; I have climbed Mount Tai, looked at the sunrise in the clouds, and bathed in that kind of immortality. However, in the end, I can't be satisfied, as if these are not the true meaning of life, only the sea is the blessing in my dreams, only the sea is the destination of my heart, but in the end I can't get my wish. So I bought a landscape painting of the sea and hung it on the wall at the head of the bed, staring silently every day, as if this would water the dry heart field, but there was still a kind of loss, an indescribable sourness.
So I long for dreams, for the angels of dreams to call and bless, for the guidance and revelation of dream angels. So every day I eagerly look forward to the sunset, although the winter sun is also hurried to come and go, I am still impatient, just want to drive away the passerby who is not warm, so that I can sleep early in the hotbed of the dream that laid the night for me, and on this hotbed, complete one of my long-awaited touches.
Beautiful things are always late, for many days the wings of dreams can not fly thousands of mountains and rivers, pounce on the endless ocean, some are just crystal flowers feminine gaze, the gaze looks proud and holy under the flowers, vaguely like a fence to build a narrow corridor, there are also west winds, there are also fallen leaves, there are also people trampling and trampling on the fallen leaves, there are also distant shadows, there are dead trees under the sunset sun. People say that dreams are the continuation of thoughts and not the repetition of yesterday, although exaggerated, although absurd, there should be something, there should be something, there should be no sea, that kind of waiting, that kind of longing, that kind of longing becomes disappointment, disappointment becomes despair of pain, plagues and torments my nerves that are still a little numb, night and day, twilight drums and morning bells, and the thoughts that are still reviving are slowly solidifying.
Finally one night, I came to the sand, which was soft and wet, and stepped on a deep pit, and a puddle of water immediately oozed from the pit, and I knew that the sea was not far away, and I immediately took off my shoes and socks and rushed to the sound of the tide. wow! I saw the sea, saw the imagination, the dictionary, the film and television drama in the endless and the water and sky, I completely understood the true meaning of the blue sea and blue sky, I used my body to make a V-shape, and then pounced into the sea, took a few steps, a fish jumped, plunged into it, drank a few sips of seawater, felt good, not too salty, but like the taste of beer after the taste is a little mellow, I seem not to be swimming but floating, very relaxed and comfortable, feet are not feet, but webbing, a pedal, swordfish-like gliding, change posture backstroke, Underneath me is not water but soft Simmons, and even feel that the huge dolphins under me are holding me, thousands of small fish are dancing to my rhythm, and the corals on the bottom of the sea shoot out the dazzling and brilliant light of the stage through the deep water.
"Come back! The child's voice was shouting, it was the mother's affectionate and desolate cry, and I ignored it and continued to swim towards the deep sea, the coastline behind me blurred. I was snickering, snickering at the escape of sharks and whales, snickering at the legendary nothingness of Bermuda.
"Come back! "Lost child," the mother's voice also became blurred, surrounded by darkness, and there was no sign indicating, and at this moment I truly felt that this was my world, all I had, my wealth, even if there was no island, even if it was eternal drift, no regrets.
When I woke up from the dream, I knew it was a dream, there was no sorrow, and the sweetness in the darkness was always much more memorable than the pain under the sun. She is enlightening, she is encouraging, and in a few years, I will see the real sea that belongs to me!
About author:Gao Yingze, net name Misty Mountain Villa, teacher. He likes literature and loves life, and his work "Heart Path" is collected by the Chinese Fine Arts Blog Library.
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