I remember it was the beginning of Summer in May, the season of his birth, and the vibrant green that filled the world, the occasional crisp and ear-piercing chirping of birds from the woods; a breeze blew through the straight-standing poplar forest, and the shadows of the leaves on the ground swayed, revealing speckled light.
Suddenly, a child's cry broke the silence in the woods.
A woman in a blue-and-white dress hurried into a room with a gray wall and a white roof in front of the woods, and gently and very quickly picked up the child who was crying after being awakened by the nightmare.
Tightly wrapped in his arms, he comforted: "Mom, here it is!" Don't be afraid, don't be afraid", at the same time, a pair of warm and slender hands, from the child's head to the back, caressed with comfort, as if to drive away the nightmare that woke him up!
After a dozen strokes, the child lay quietly in the woman's arms and fell asleep!
Chirping, a few more birds chirping, small yellow figures beating on the branches of the trees; another gust of wind, blowing on the leaves, crackling the leaves, each leaf shaking green and white, somewhat urgent, breathing faster and heavier.
Poof, the clear heart jumps strongly, each time it bounces up and down, as if it wants to get out of its original position, want to jump higher, break through the body that restricts it!
Wow, the woman sitting in the room, the child in her arms cried again, this time suddenly crying, the startled woman's face turned pale, for half a quarter of an hour, and quickly shook the child in her arms; "Ou Ou, good child, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't cry, don't cry, mother is in."
The women who came and went held him and paced the room, and the long blue-white skirt also swung back and forth.
The next moment, outside the house!
The sky was blue, the golden sun sprinkled all over the woods, and even the silver-gray tin tiles were covered with a touch of golden light. Suddenly, everything was quiet again, the cries subsided, and the woman was still walking back and forth in the house holding him! I am afraid that when I let go of my mother's arms, I will wake up again.
Through the white steel window, a ray of golden sunlight penetrated through the woods, shone into the house, hit the blue-and-white long skirt, and shone on the white jade skin that was not covered by the long skirt.
Everywhere the golden light passed, it became full of life, until it shone on the child's body.
Like the cocoon of a butterfly, the whole child starts from the forehead, the face is cold and white; only to hear an egg shell shattering from the forehead to crack; a bird that rushes to escape in an instant breaks through the woods, leaving without a direction, all the creatures in the woods, want to know what is the same, restless!
Even the trees have faded their former bright green, and together they have dimmed. Half a moment later, I could only hear a loud noise coming toward the woods, very fast, like a roaring train, heavier than the rumbling of a train, more like a mountain speeding up.
"Ah, ah, ah..." The child cried again, louder than the previous two times, how, the woman looked at the child in her arms with a puzzled look.
To be continued...
(This article is based on a nightmare I experienced as a child, and I suddenly wrote it myself a little depressed and psychologically uncomfortable.) I think maybe it's the feeling of depression and sadness behind comedy.