past

Toney 2022-01-24 17:48:37

I remembered the past... outside the window of the small room, from the mulberry field to the dusty road. I don't know why, the villages and gravel roads that went outside disappeared one by one. But this little house, this little village, was left behind. Obtrusive, lonely, dilapidated. I still remember the first time I left home and stayed in a clean and tidy school, imitating everyone's dress and echoing the latest topics of the girls. For a time, you would think that you have come out, from that dilapidated, dilapidated village to a new real life. Just grow up slowly. Every weekend, one person walks home from the glamorous center of the city to the end of the road where the night falls and there are few street lights. Looking back, he tranced through the two parallel worlds. This village is getting older and older. Like an old tree cut off by the waist, you can almost smell it a little bit of decay. It is different from the brisk and transparent little village of childhood. Under the dim street lamp, at first there were men who were smoking cigarettes with their belly and talking. Gradually, it became a few smugglers and serious women and little furry kids playing around. But at this moment, the middle of the small road in the village is so quiet. The old people who stay in the village don't like to rest, don't like to get together, close the windows and go to bed early. They rested too long, and rested day after day. Under the street lamp, only a few flies are annoying. Going up, the halo gets lighter and lighter. In the end there is nothing black, deep black. He weighed heavily on the whole dead silent village.

In the past, it wrapped the body softly like cooking smoke. In my impression, when the evening approaches, the day of wild fun should be over. From the road in the field, jumping all the way home. The roadside is full of small, unknown wild flowers. Slowly approaching, there was a faint fragrance of white rice in the air of the village. Two calls and urges, as the smoke rose up, and dissipated. Go to the door and chat with chickens and dogs for a while. He ran into the house, leaned over to Grandpa's small bench, and watched the last spot of sparks in the stove being extinguished by vegetation ash. The stove cave became a small black, warm black...

With the dim light of the street lamp, he walked into the black alley quietly and chilled. Open the iron door, push open the glass door, change your shoes, go upstairs, and get into the bed.

Maybe I forgot to close the window next to the bed. In the dream, there was a rumbling of the black road for a while, and a transparent sky with the green mulberry field for a while.

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