Prose ｜ Yang Yuxi: The voice of Hua Luo

Text/Yang Yuxi

There are several camellia in my home, from the winter to early spring.

The flowers bloom warmly, and the plants are blooming, as if they are never tired. Every day, the sunset is infiltrated with the burning red, and as soon as the breeze blows, a turbulent waves can be lifted. At night, I often sit in front of the window alone to see the flowers outside the window.

The moon in the middle of the night was panicked, and the white was ruthlessly polished with the desired petals until it revealed the brilliant. With a "pop", a flower landed. On the silent night, this slight sound was particularly heavy, like a dying butterfly, crossing the layers of branches and leaves, hitting the mottled glass window regardless of everything, shocked my eardrum.

At that moment, my heart seemed to be hanging on the branches. As the gravity fell, as long as the "snap" sound, a lively life quietly silently silently in the night. Leave lonely. Perhaps until the morning light, someone noticed that this place was red, and would lament the sadness of "scattered into mud and mud", but they would not care about them. Lonely.

I sat in front of the window in my knees, like a stubborn stone that stared at, and fell into deep contemplation.

When I was a child, every time I integrated into the noise between my classmates and shared the joy and sorrow together, I could feel a little fortunate. People are wrapped in a worldly wave, and they are constantly moving forward. The anxiety that may be abandoned by the times at any time is like a shadow, making it difficult for loneliness.

I always want to stuff myself into the turbulent crowd, even if the air is squeezed and suppressed, it is better to hover on the edge of lonely. But when I was in the crowd, I found that I was particularly lonely. Over time, the hustle and bustle of the crowd overwhelmed the sound of my heart, and I was shocked that "loneliness cannot be measured at a space distance from people." We always listen to the sound of the soul as a listener.

We all need to learn to accept loneliness. People have given a lot of meanings to loneliness. It can be the end of the song after the staggered, which can be "not like a juvenile tour."但孤独并不是坏事，周国平曾说：“独处是灵魂生长的必要空间。”在被孤独蚕茧包裹着的岁月里，我们应有勇气正视孤独，在生活的罅隙中重新认识自己，才能破茧成butterfly.

After the college entrance examination that year, the pressure release was a little helpless. I decided to step on the train alone. Although I went to a place not far from my hometown, I still couldn't restrain excitement. I got my face close to the window, looking at the flowers and trees outside the window to make a continuous green, and the remote mountains were still more than the sunset. The twilight shadows were picked up by the window.

My destination is a small town by the seaside, where there are salty and humid air, the waves of climbing reefs, and a grand celebration that is unique to my. With the endless sea surface, it spread all the way to the sky, looking at the rising moon swallowed without waves. It seemed like I was only one of me, watching the sea water rising, like watching the tide of life.

It is often said that the price of growth is lonely, and loneliness means losing. Is this really the case? On weekdays, the premise of being brave and brave is to accept our loneliness. When the wave of life is coming, too many people choose to let themselves go, and follow the waves, instead of precipitating impurities after thinking independently.

Loneliness is not stagnant in silence, nor is it isolated from the world, but to treat the soul's frankness. It is the consciousness of "distant self -binding". Learning to accept loneliness is no matter how the actual waves are rippling and how the waves of life are turbulent, I can motionless in it.

Piaoyuan's thoughts returned to the night. Looking at the red on the ground, there was a sudden relief in my heart.

How many times can I listen to the flowers in my life? The flowers are exhausted, the cold night is lonely, but I am leisurely and enjoy this silence. It is not easy to have tranquility at this time, so why not be afraid of this loneliness? Moreover, the loneliness of the world is a wet clothes wet when the hidden person wears the Yuehe, or the back of the retrograde person; Thinking ... This full and profound loneliness will be an eternal star on our lives.

"Pap", you listen, that's the voice of Hua Luo.

【About the Author】

Yang Yuxi, a native of Jiaxing, Zhejiang, studied at Zhejiang Shuren College. The works are scattered in major domestic newspapers and magazines, and occasionally winning awards.

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