Shanwa | Author: Kouxinxin
Original 3 Kouxinxin Kouxinxin 2022-10-01 01:25 published in Shaanxi
A far away, is that the end of the world? That is a distant mountain!
What does the distant mountains block, and what kind of beauty or ugliness cannot be perfectly released, presenting it to the curious?
The distant mountains are green in the dream, lively, but they appear so hazy and unclearable.
Can the belt carry the mountain kid to the distance where his thoughts are locked? It was a dream full of temptation in the distance! A place that can only be seen in dreams!
Maybe that is just a continuous mountain range, it is still, without life, it cannot have ideas, and it cannot have any actions. It was just a little carelessness of the Creator, and it stretched between reality and dream.
Is the other side of the distant mountains in that area the end of the world? If so, then the world is what he looks like: ancient, poor, dead, dull, always following the established goals, taking the same steps, and walking the same path.
Of course, there will be another possibility. It may be another world, another brand new, dazzling, colorful place. Its brand new is something that cannot be described or imagined by the mountain kids who have lived in the mountains since childhood.
Shantou sat on the mountain behind the village that could not be called "mountain" - a grave-loaded earth bundle, much higher than the village and many higher than the trees, but it is so far away from the sky. He stared at the lushness of the distant mountains, laid his arms on his knees, rested his chin on his arms, and pondered. He wanted to go to the other side of the mountain to take a look and walk in the distant unknown world.
His father had never been, his grandfather had never been, and his late ancestors; they all worked hard on this land, and finally integrated their hard-working self into this land. It was just the boring but crisis-ridden game on the land under my feet, the scorching sun in the sky, and the storm that rolled in the sky.
Grandfather's hunched body, father's hunched body... The scorching sun casts crawling shadows on the naked yellow land. It had no idea or goodwill. The heavy sun was like a arrogant child, lying on the dark backs of his grandfather and father, smiling sinisterly, showing its own strength freely.
So what about him? Will you be forced to carry the sun like your grandfather and father one day and repeat the boring game? He couldn't help but shivered. Whether in dreams, in reality, when all thinking is active, his future life should not be like this, but he is imprisoned by this mountain and he cannot see hope.
His childhood dreams and his desire for a better future as an adult encouraged him and inspired him. He thought that one day he would be able to get rid of it and completely change his current life. He wanted to understand, and even eventually enter the world outside the distant mountains, what was that world like that, which made him unable to stop?
His his ancestors, his grandfather, and his father had such a dream like him, and had he ever had this dream that is unknown but extremely longing for?
Of course, they must have had, and they must have had the same dream at his age, but for some reason they were crushed by reality and finally gave up and finally forgot!
The story of grandfather biting the tobacco pipe and repeating it constantly has never been a world outside the mountain; in the ancient myth, even the place where the protagonist lives is so similar, or even the same, as the environment where the mountain kid lives.Then the omnipotent and boundless magical gods really live in the temple-like house at the foot of the mountain? If not, what kind of magnificence is it?
The temple is the most magnificent building that the mountain kid has seen, and it is also the most magnificent building that his grandfather and father have ever seen. He gathered pilgrims from all over the world, and told the same thing in the world with desperate wooden fish, emphasizing the same thing in the world, and guarding the same thing in the world.
Grandfather carried the sun on his back and carried it for a long time, and finally saved up enough wheat dumplings. He took his grandmother back; his father also carried the sun on his back. The same hardship was only brought back by Sixteen Doks. So what about him?
Does he have to carry the sun that will eventually crush it for thirty-two buckets, or more wheat? In order to bring back a woman to pass on the family line? Is it necessary to be like a grandfather or father, swaying the sweat beads on his chin while stepping on the footsteps of his elders. There is no innovation or regret, and repeating the stories that our ancestors have already knitted.
After more than a year, will he bite the wrinkled tobacco pipe that moment and tell his descendants the old stories that had been around many years ago, and tell them how to repeat them, and how to repeat them more safely. The story is always just the small world in this mountain.
Shanwa was trapped by her thoughts during the dreaming season of eighteen years old.
The sun still climbs from this end of the mountain to the other end of the mountain, and then makes a brief rest, jumps out of the horizon, and is still excited; the river still sings the unchanging song flowing from west to east, and even if there are occasional deviations, it will return immediately, following the established routes and rules, and enjoying it. The days are still dull, living day after day.
Shanwa disappeared one day. Grandfather looked for it but couldn't find it; father looked for it but couldn't find it either. They searched all the land he had cultivated, stood alone in the fields, silently speaking; they searched all the mountain behind the village that could not be called "mountain", from which you can see the lushness of the distant mountains, which blocked their view. They even went to the small temple at the foot of the mountain. The small temple was as crowded as before, but he disappeared from this world and could not be found.
Maybe he left a letter to his grandfather and father, or maybe he sighed to the village before leaving, which was a complaint to the world in the mountains.
But no one saw his letter, or they saw it, but they didn't know the correct way to open it. That complaint did not touch them, or they could not sense it, and they did not want to feel it, and they still had to live a peaceful life in the past.
But there are always some children in different corners of the mountains, having the same dreams as mountain kids. One day they may leave a letter or not, sigh or complain, and then bravely walk out of the mountains without looking back, resolute and decisive.
