【Prose】 Issue Xu Yan Zhou Hongxiu

Promise

Zhou Hongxiu

The endless rain blows my expectations day after day.

It was another year of the Tanabata Festival. I stood alone on the corridor of the East Tower, listening to the string of the wind, the song of the rain, and the eagerly carved reddish brown racks. One piece of gray black glazed tile. "It's the same as the results that were counted before," I murmured to myself. I can't remember that this is the rainy day of my own climbing to the East Tower, listening to the wind and rain, and counting the blue bricks Daishi.

The sky is still gray, dull, like the pupils of my eyes out of my mind, glowing with a hint of light. The little daisies around the east building are still so strong, swaying in the wind, dancing in the rain, and the petite petals are never afraid of the baptism of ruthlessness. Suddenly, I stunned my lower body, her hands crossed my arms tightly, and I couldn't help feeling: "I did not expect that this is often a hot summer day, and there is such a refreshing time. The illusion of the sky has been autumn. " I slowly looked at the green mountains opposite the east building, rolling, high and low, foggy and foggy, blue and hazy, like Yuan Daixiu and high -lip -like girls wearing cicada -like light green The gauze, dancing in the painting of the splashing ink landscape, dancing in green sleeves, rigidity and tenderness, one dance mountain and river magnificent, two dances of Lingyun, three dances for thousands of years. I watched this breeze and rain couldn't end for a long time. I couldn't help thinking: Is it applauding for this never -losing "dance", or is it sad for the remote waiting waiting?

I stretched my hands out of the east building, and the cold drizzle dropped to my palm, dripping, dripping, dripping ... The sound of raindrops, moving melody, is also his favorite natural song.

I closed my eyes, I didn't want to fall into endless memories, I didn't want to enter the lonely meditation anymore, my palms could not help holding the raindrops just caught, but the familiar picture came to my mind again ...

Two years ago, the Rongzhou Tanabata Lantern Festival, tourists from all over the world came to the end and endless streams. I played alone in a park in Shunan Avenue alone. I was hit in the middle of the stone road without paying attention, leaving my hands with stones with different sizes and shapes. The wounds, grievances and helplessness turned into a trace of red blood, constantly penetrating out, and the right foot was severely sprained, and it was difficult to stand for a while. I was embarrassed on the road where people came and went, and the scene was slightly embarrassing. Just when I was isolated and helpless, a white and long -skeletal hand appeared in front of my eyes. I looked up, and saw a teenager wearing a white clothes, a mask, and a clear eyebrows leaned over and said to me, "Come, give it to me!" His voice was clean, clear, and moist. forget. With his help, I walked down to the gazebo and rest. I just thanked and asked his name, but he said, "Why do you need to keep your name and see you again." Later, he turned away and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

In March of the following year, I traveled to Taoyuan Valley with one or two friends. There were not only endless and colorful peach blossom forests, but also the lingering and green clouds of Yunbi Bay lake, high mountains and rivers, and forest spring waterfalls, like a fairyland. When I went to the depths of the courtyard, I couldn't help but be attracted by a winding stone road. I heard that many unhappy people love to walk this rugged stone road. Because my feet hurt, my heart is not so painful. I lowered my head and jumped on this path, while looking at the colorful stones with different colors and shapes, I felt the impact of stones and feet. I jumped to the turning point, and when I didn't pay attention, I hit a person's back, and almost fell because I did not stand firmly. Thanks to the reaction of the police, the skill of the person, the skill of the person, turned around and supported me. After frightening, it is very fortunate. At the same time, I sighed deeply for my stupidity.

"Thank you! Just, I'm very sorry!" I was guilty, bowed and thanked and apologized as soon as I stood firm, and I didn't even have time to see his face. "It's okay, raise your hand, and have no harm. Be sure to walk in the future. If you fall on this stone road, it will be easy to launch or hurt." I was shocked, the voice was soft as a butterfly wings, it was clear like a mountain spring, it was warm and warm. It seems that I want to melt the ice thorns, and my inexplicable familiarity suddenly rises into my heart. I want to remember what, but I can't remember it. I started to panic, and I felt that there was a fire in my heart that was burning. I wanted to see what it was, but whenever it was only one step away from it, I felt embarrassed, as if there was still a thousand mountains with it. I slowly looked up in hesitant and confused, looking at the gentleness and calmness, the sword eyebrows, the face of the crown jade, the clear and deep eyes seemed to be a whole star river, and the bright eyes instantly brought instantly My memory pulled back to the past ...

"On Qixi Festival the year before, my brother had been to the lantern festival near Shunan Avenue and traveled to Donglou?" I blinked the watery eyes and asked the boy in front of him. "The Tanabata Festival, with this excitement, I will naturally go to see it, but why do you ask me this question?" He showed a sweet smile like a spring breeze, and answered me patiently, be sure, It also showed a trace of surprise and doubt. "I am helpful on the seven -star stone road, but my brother, but my brother?" I continued to ask, looking forward to getting a positive answer that I was extremely eager in my heart. "Help for righteousness?" He asked me thoughtfully. "That night, I was playful for a while, accidentally fell and injured, and it was difficult to climb for a while. It was a kind brother lifted me up and made me reluctant to be embarrassed. Ask the liberty and ask, and I ask my elder brother to forgive me. "The corner of my mouth rose slightly, showing an embarrassing and polite smile, but my heart had a feeling of empty feeling, as if hope was shattered. "You said that, I remembered some, and when I returned home that night, I wanted to pick up some good -looking and special small stones so that I could give me the little nephew of love stone I did not see for many years. The girl sat in the crowd wipe the wound, and she couldn't bear it, so she helped her to the nearby gazebo to rest. The girl turned out to be you? "He said with a smile, his eyes widened, and his face was full of surprise. "It is the good scenery of Jiangnan, and I meet again in the season." I laughed again. Before the difference, this time was a joy from the heart, it was a particularly brilliant smile. The reunion after missing is always surprising, especially cherish. If you want to come, you are also fate, and you can accompany you. While admiring the "water as the green ribbon, the mountain is like a jasper", we talked about the philosophy of life from poetry and songs. It was not until the setting sun at the sunset and the sunset of the sunset, and we sighed: meet each other. Since then, we have become a confidante of mutual complaints.

Today, it has been more than a year before he joined the army and the Wei Guo. In the meantime, we can only occasionally talk about the great mountains and rivers of the motherland or our trivial life on the Internet. Although there is a kind of acacia, two sorrows, we never regret every choice. Because youth is not only poetry and far away, but also the responsibility and responsibility of being a Chinese child, bringing a pen and defending the country is our common dream. The dream of mountains and rivers, Zhao Zhao's heart, although the mountains and rivers are unhappy, our generation should be self -improved.

The rain passed through the clouds, and it could be replaced with the rainy rain, and the sky was waiting for the rain, and I was waiting for you in Donglou.

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Zhou Hongxiu (Member of Yibin Writers Association, member of Jiang Dejun Sword Creative Writing Workshop, Yibin College Literature and Music Arts Department of Chinese Language and Literature majors 2020 class 4 students)

Picture: Fang Zhi Sichuan

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