Young Pie | Yu Zhen: You are a dream that I can't reach

Chengdu Tanghu Outer Chinese School 2016 Class 7 Yu Zhen

A tall, thin woman came running toward me, far away, and I couldn't really see her face. But I am sure that it is the woman I miss day and night--Sanmao, only because behind her are the dead trees with their arms extended to the sky, the small purple flowers struggling to open the joy of life on the dry ground, and the cries of lone birds breaking through the long sky...

As I got closer, my face was a little vicissitudes due to the nostalgia of the past life in my dreams for many years, and my eyes burst out with a strange light, such a bright, such a vitality, which I had never seen before. She smiled, a smile like a spring flower, and I laughed foolishly with her. Suddenly, she was far away again, disappearing into the endless desert, and along with the laughter, she dissipated into the golden grains of sand.

I hurriedly pounced on it, but only to a void, my heart was suddenly empty, wrapped in a huge sense of loss, like drowning, breathing difficulties, forced to open my eyes. Looking out the window, in the ink-pouring sky, only a few stars were scattered and lonely in the sky, stubborn and painful.

Leaning on the edge of the bed, just in the dim light, the soul gradually drifted away, like the three hairs of many sleepless nights.

Sanmao came to me again in the desert, which was eaten away by the blood-red sunset. She rode a horse, and without a word, pulled me onto the horse and began to run wildly, and I did not hesitate to follow her to the end of the world.

The waves on the seashore were not gentle at all, they were almost gray piles of surging forward, hitting the dark black strangely shaped primordial reef like revenge. With each impact, the water splashed as high as the sky and scattered earth-shatteringly. The sound of the sea on this side is very strong, and the red sun on the other side is tragically and quietly falling into the water, which is a breathtaking ghost and strangeness.

Her sensitive heart could not withstand such a powerful impact, and I could clearly feel her trembling as I stood next to her. His eyes looked ahead in confusion, looking at them, looking over thousands of rivers and mountains. Tears unconsciously drifted to the sea with the cold wind, blending into the sea, splashing small waves.

The broken waves were pieced together into a complete picture—a girl, dragging a large box, far away from the place where she was born and raised, with a heart full of exhaustion and scars, her small body walking alone through the airport in a foreign country. Although she had already set foot on this enchanting land a thousand times in her dreams, she was still overwhelmed with excitement when she first touched it with her legs.

The little white house in Spain, the donkey, the endless vineyards, so rugged, so rustic, is the beautiful paradise she yearns for.

Germany, Seattle, Gullumbia, Honduras... In front of my eyes, I quickly flashed the beautiful realm that had passed through the long river of life of Sanmao.

Finally, frozen in a beautiful island, a small plain in several valleys, beautifully presented to us. The white apricot blossoms that spread over the mountains shrouded this silent plain like a mist, and the homes of people with white tiles and red walls were scattered in the fields as green as velvet.

In the drizzle, even the white grave was nothing out of the ordinary. The three hairs in a plain dress blended into the background, slightly hanging from the curtain, and the air around her was filled with the breath of mourning, which was the pain that could not be told to others when the beloved was taken away by the heavens, and it was light and fluttering, making me afraid that she would suddenly turn into a cloud and drift between heaven and earth forever.

The glimmer of dawn was not dazzling, but it was enough to illuminate my little room and wake me up from my dream in the middle of the night. There are only two things in the world that are immutable, one is the sun, moon and stars hanging high above the head, and the other is the noble quality buried deep in the heart. (Instructor He Zhang)

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