Keep watch, guard against delusion
Author: Dongyang Middle School Grade 2 (6) Wang Can
Instructor: Zheng Zhongnan
(National Special Prize in the 22nd National "Chinese Newspaper Cup" Middle School Student Composition Competition)
The tide is slowly rising, and the sea water that has been calm for a day has gained enough momentum. It seems that it will use this force to smash the rocks on the shore and swallow up this lonely island.
At seven or eight o'clock, all the lights on the pier have been removed, and only the moonlight faintly outlines the general outline of the place. There is also a spark of fire, which is the smoke in Wang Jin's hand, and it is also the last light here. While Wang Jin is smoking, let’s talk about this ordinary island. It's a long way from here to the mainland, and there's only one boat to the mainland every two days. To put it this way, it feels a bit isolated from the world, but the folk customs here are far from those in the Peach Blossom Spring.
Wang Jin threw the cigarette in his hand into the sea, and the last bit of light was extinguished. Wang Jin is the son of Wang Xin, a teacher at a school on the island. When he went to sea a few years ago, he was swept into the sea by the sea breeze. Wang Jin has always been worried about this matter. After his father died, Wang Jin did not choose to make a living by fishing like most fishermen, so he moved the goods at this pier.
As usual, Wang Jin came back from the pier and stepped into the canteen not far from home. Wang Jin asked Granny Wang for a pack of cigarettes, handed her the money, and turned around to go out. He didn't seem to say anything unnecessary. Po Wang looked at Wang Jin's walking back and muttered to Po Liu next to her: "This child, since his father died, has been neglecting his studies and has gone to work at the dock. He comes to me every night to get a pack of cigarettes. Alas..." Po Liu fanned the cattail leaf fan in her hand and said, "He is not the only poor person. If you have money to make, don't talk about it." Wang Jin's back gradually moved out of the light at the entrance of the canteen and disappeared into darkness.
The lights at Wang Jin’s house went out, the lights at the canteen went out, and the lights at the last store on the island also went out. The light was gone, but the wind was getting stronger. The sea breeze swept across the island with only one tune. It was as if there was an uncomfortable beast hidden in the thick darkness. The next day, Wang Jin got up early and sat blankly in the yard, looking at the jujube tree endlessly. Wang Jin has had this habit since the death of his father
. His eyes were stuck in the green shadow, and his thoughts drifted to the year when his father planted the tree. In fact, there is no jujube tree on the island. My father spent a lot of effort planting this tree. Every morning, Wang Jin looked eagerly, seeming to be watching something through the green leaves. This tree carries so much, it seems to have become spiritual, and it is full of fruits. Wang Jin pushed out the door and prepared to go to the dock. He looked back at the jujube tree again and stepped out, leaving the small courtyard door behind him creaking and turning back and forth.
During the day, with the scorching sun shining brightly, the lush trees at Wang Jin’s house brought people a sense of coolness. Under the green shade, outside the wall, the crowd was boiling.
Outside the sandy wall, a lush jujube tree poked its head out, studded with plump green jujubes. The hot sunshine hits the jujube trees, adding an attractive luster, and the green jujubes appear more and more rounded. The breeze blows, rustling sounds, and the interlaced green leaves surge up, like a wave of spray, full of life.
The crowd gathered in the open space outside the wall, shouting, and their eyes went straight to the lush jujube tree...
At this time, a tall and strong man walked forward. He had strong limbs, broad shoulders, and was as strong as a steel pile or iron pillar. It's Li Chao. Li Chao is a famous fisherman in the village. Every time he goes to sea, he always returns with a full load. Li Chao was seen holding a long bamboo stick, passing through the crowd and arriving under the shade of the tree. Li Chao raised his hand and slapped it with a bamboo stick. Several dates fell to the ground.
The crowd surged again and there was a lot of discussion.
Li Chao didn't change his expression and shouted plausibly: "What's the fuss? I didn't count it as stealing or robbing. I picked it outside the wall of his house." After saying this, Li Chao slowly turned around, raised the bamboo stick high, and hit the branches hard several times. Several broken branches fell straight down, and the green leaves were scattered in the wind. However, the crowd that was originally talking endlessly seemed to only see the fallen dates and scrambled to pick them up.
"Jujubes are so sweet!" someone praised.
Li Chao seemed even more happy when he heard this. He grinned widely and kept beating the jujube tree.
"Stop it! Li Chao! Stop it!" Wang Jin squeezed through the crowd and rushed over. He rushed to Li Chao, grabbed Li Chao's collar, stared wide-eyed, gasped, and yelled viciously: "If it weren't for you, my dad would not have died. You bastard, you are acting wild here, and you are touching my dad's things. Where is your conscience? Where is your conscience?! "
Wang Jin roared hysterically. Li Chao impatiently threw away Wang Jin's hand. Wang Jin became angry and when he was about to rush forward, everyone stopped him. "Wang Jin, calm down. What happened back then was not Li Chao's fault."
Li Chao said slowly: "Wang Jin, I have told you many times. That year, a strong wind suddenly blew on the sea. Your father slipped and fell while standing on the side of the boat. It was not my responsibility!"
Wang Jin blushed. With a face on his face, he shouted: "Then you will die without saving me? You murderer. My father was kind enough to help you, but you just watched him being swept away by the sea breeze. Where is your conscience? Where is your conscience?!"
Li Chao pulled out a thin figure in the crowd. Xiao Ding was born so thin that he was torn like a dead leaf in the wind. Li Chao said, "Xiao Ding, tell him how strong the sea breeze was that night! How bad the heavy rain was!"
Xiao Ding hesitated for a long time, but Wang Jin didn't listen at all. After the incident, Wang Jin had approached Xiao Ding dozens of times, and every time the answer was these few sentences. Wang Jin knew that this set of rhetoric had been prepared a long time ago. They are all liars!
Everyone was obedient and completely believed what Li Chao and Xiao Ding said. After all, they had believed it for a whole year. Wang Jin calmed down and said through his teeth: "I don't care what you say, you can't touch this tree."
Li Chao said: "Son, it's been so long, why haven't you come out yet? I'm beating dates just to let everyone have a taste!" With that, he walked under the jujube tree and started beating dates again.
Everyone responded, "That's right! If you don't want to eat these dates, why are you hanging them?" Three or two people suppressed Wang Jin and waited for Li Chao to hit the dates.
Wang Jin watched helplessly as the jujube tree trembled and sobbed. Zhiya endured the violence and suffered the pain of separation every second. The green leaves passed away with nostalgia, and piles of sadness gathered on the ground. The green dates have long lost their original luster, and look more like they have turned pale. Wang Jin's heart ached with angina, as if he had fallen from a very high cliff, and there was no landing place in his heart. The bright eyes gradually dimmed, and finally became dull. I'm afraid I can't keep watch with such eyes any longer.
The crowd cheered. A tall man grinned, his smile so dazzling. The figures of onlookers vying for the first place are more like pouring into a black hole of desire. Whether dates are sweet or bitter, the answer is self-evident.
is like a cat being run over to death on the railroad tracks. Life is still moving forward indifferently like a train, running lifelessly. The people on the island all tacitly forgot about this incident. People are always like this: things have nothing to do with themselves, they hang on high, they are habitually indifferent, they selectively forget, and they suffer from cyclic paralysis. Oh, except that Wang Jin could never forget that heart-piercing pain.
This evening, the sun sets little by little. A cliff. It's really comfortable to watch the sea here. You can see the majesty and greatness of the sea, but you don't have to endure the noisy waves. The sea here is really gentle. Standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down, it's a different scenery. The waves gather, collide, and disperse here, and there is always a piece of white foam floating on this sea. High or short, sharp or smooth rocks are looming in this chaos. Wang Jin felt that he was really close to these rocks, and each one of them was piercing his heart. Raising his head, Wang Jin looked into the distance, which was the direction of the mainland and the direction of home. But, really nothing can be seen.
remembers that when he was very young, his father took him to this island, and he stayed there for more than ten years. During his lifetime, his father was enthusiastic and hard-working. He came to teach in the only school on the island. His hard work was recognized by many villagers, and his reputation gradually surpassed that of Li Chao, who had a high status on the island.That day, Li Chao was going to sea and needed someone, so he deliberately approached his father, and his father agreed after thinking about it. Once he left, he never came back. What his father often said during his lifetime was: "We cannot live alone in this world." Although Wang Jin has not understood this truth until now.
Thinking of Li Chao, Wang Jin felt a heart-piercing pain, and his heart had long been hollowed out. People chose to forget this incident, but Wang Jin could not forget it. The hatred of killing his father had already been engraved in Wang Jin's bones and blood. Wang Jin chose to remember this hatred, and the hatred in his head rushed towards Wang Jin like a swarm of moths, catching Wang Jin. The corresponding price is forgetting my father's rules for dealing with others during his lifetime: be kind to others.
The setting sun was immersed in a yellow halo, and the sky was dark. Wang Jin walked down the cliff and walked towards the largest fishing boat on the shore, which was Li Chao's boat. Tomorrow is another day for fishermen to go out to sea together. Wang Jin quietly sneaked behind the boat canopy and waited for dawn.
Watching this time, after all, the only thing left is watching.
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