Catcher of the Rye (prose)

2018.10.16

Never thought so beautiful, standing on the balcony watching the sunset, like a beauty who has removed her makeup, lazily holding peach blossoms.

For a long time, in order to avoid drunken amnesia and erase some vital things, it has become accustomed to writing down those hidden worries on paper, in electronic books- the delivery date, the journey, the birthday, the name of the drug, the so-called inspirational sentences, or the sadness of a moment, but it does not include loneliness, the slight toxicity of time. It's pathetic and it works. It's just that the twilight is so stunning, but he is not a painter who can adapt to the scene.

Everything is just right. All beings are great because of regrets. That day, I asked Abu to go to Mingbowa to see Lao Zhou - this belongs to the name of the temporary pick, anyway, this guy has been keen to change the name, Jincao, Zhou Xing, Zhou Zhu, Zhou Jinshui (of course, it was tampered with by someone), and so on, the car just got off the side road, he had shaken the wheelchair wind to welcome out of the alley. Still so strong, black and purple face (novelization, cough), while closing the car door, while busy fighting with him, he was busy between Haipu (Haixing Mandarin) and the vernacular, Abu looked at him, there was a moment of sighing, but this topic, no one mentioned it again.

About eight years ago, when I first came to see Lao Zhou, when the house on the farm was still an adobe low house in the 1970s and 1980s, miserable and crumbling, and the entanglement was like a fish in the throat. Now the situation is much better, there are a lot of high-rise residential areas, and their family's stall is a more handsome-looking tile house, row after row, lined up one after another. So I asked him, collective demolition? The farm made up a lot, right? The guy's head was a wave, Mao, it was given to the homestead, all his own. Old Zhou lived in the West Room, the Old Man lived in the East Room, and his room had a large bed, a desk, a shelf full of books, a few pots of flowers, and then the old sofa under the seat of Abu and me. After talking about the poem for a while, he then tied it to the literary play bracelet in a large way. Old Zhou was very squealing, phoenix eyes, king kong, walnuts, small leaf rosewood, anyway, a string of outreach, shaking people's eyes hurt, but after a while of jargon, obviously a half-hanger. There is no such display, obviously knowing that others do not, but also smiling and squinting, where is this Tao, where is this Tao. So Gu said to him, said, hey, this house is quite new, Abu Hu stood in front of the bookshelf with his face and murmured, the bookshelf is good, hmmm, the bookshelf is good!

Several people are similar in some ways, but someone and Abu are basically normal people, lao zhou is not, lao zhou is definitely a maverick "tall man". Among the several books sent to him, one of them is Wang Xiaobo's work, and Wang Xiaobo has a one-word title, as if it is called "A Maverick...", and this part is really forgotten, and it has nothing to do with the intention, so I will not examine it again. In general, although the old Zhou Style and Poetry Style are sharp, they are still in the category of good comrades. Check out early after the meal, Lao Zhou almost didn't throw away the wheelchair, if not he really couldn't throw it. Push him away, and the wind and rain to persuade him, you child, still so active, who will take you to play in the future? Old Zhou is immersed in his own world and talks to himself, these years, no less girlfriend, the original farmer will meet to ask, your girlfriend is coming again! Now I ask, where is the fishing going? How did I look like a fisherman? Abu was a talented and simple and upright poet, and he looked away with a smile in his eyes. Walking to the archway of the old yard department that the farm has preserved, Abu suggested that we take a group photo here, very good, sense of age.

After that, something "happened". Posting the photo on WeChat, several friends are asking, is it your old father in the wheelchair? Almost did not choke out the lung film, because it is the last word, at this time is not unknown prophet, so later to understand, ridicule others were struck by lightning (at this time outside the window like winter thunder bursts, a slight smile, immediately serious). When he left, Lao Zhou was a little reluctant, such an iron man naturally did not say, just kept sending, kept sending, and stomped on the throttle fiercely. On the way, he said a lot of things to Abu, some about the sad and desolate old Zhou (he didn't think it himself) life, and some about the strange situation of Chinese poetry in the past few decades. Abu is already a representative figure of the post-80s poets in this land, with his own unique poetic insight, more valuable, or introverted, atmospheric persistence, good brother!

Don't be another temporary, yesterday Lao Zhou asked sullenly on WeChat, no, send the poem you just wrote about the afterglow, smooth! Fried hair again? Ask him, why? No, just looking at the mess of the screen, not very comfortable. In fact, it is not only the poetry world or the literary world and the art world, but also the mourning after death, which social industry is not? Many obscure people, suddenly unfortunately died, are not they all occupying the online media at once? Like the master Yu Guangzhong, this is the banner of the poetry world today, and it has long been tired of the worship of the world. But, but, no matter how beautiful, no matter how controversial, no matter how blind, then the experienced master of light, the crane travels west, there is no need to worry, at that time, after that, more masters are emerging like leeks after the rain.

Don't talk about merit or wrong, tonight only talk about poetry... The sunset is so beautiful, tomorrow and day after day, day after day (around the tongue hair wood), according to the estimation of those who have a heart, there will be a lot of it. Today's WeChat message to himself, "A person is not important, may be labeled with many labels - affection, responsibility, knowledge, skills, all these things, but not 'he' should be so, indispensable." Is the trajectory of the planet changed by an ant or a slightly stronger ant? Maybe brutal, the reality is. In the absence of man, the sun rises as usual. So don't take yourself to heart. These feelings, the old Monday sentence can be clearly explained, "is to live a day of happiness a day", this goods! A few days ago, I asked Abu about the proposition of dates, the second elder of their family planted a lot of jujube trees, a friend wanted to bring some fresh dates to go, Abu's family did not, Abu suggested that everything should be timely, and it should not be eaten in the cold storage. Okay, okay!

I prefer a passage from "Catchers in the Rye," "I mean the kids are running wild, and they don't know where they're going, and I have to come out of nowhere and catch them." I do this all day. I just want to be a watchman in the wheat fields. I know it's a bit whimsical, but that's what I really like to do. I'm afraid there's nothing in the world more awesome than "doing what you like," Abu did it, and so did Lao Zhou.

But the person who can enjoy the beautiful sunset on the balcony is still walking on the horse, and the son leans over and asks in a rough voice, is it okay to check the homework? Alas, all the little literature and art were finally defeated by life, adjusted the lower part of the expression, threw the sunset behind, whispered back to the people, hehe, go, of course, of course. The flowering aloe vera shook a little, and the flowering aloe vera carefully shook a second time.