Parting

Class 2014 (3) Zou Yumo 2018-12-24 20:09:38 Click: 27181

The parting was originally to wait for the next reunion.

--Inscription

It was still a light blue sky, but darker than before. The night is coming.

When they wanted to come, the three brothers and sisters huddled in a van with a group of strangers. Because it was winter, it felt much warmer than the dry and cold atmosphere outside. I laughed and laughed along the way, and the long journey passed by in the blink of an eye.

The car that my brother got in went away again, and the driver asked us why we didn't go with him. The younger sister showed genuine reluctance, even though she just had a conflict with her brother. I only dared to smile lightly, another gust of cold wind blew by, and my sister shivered. Unable to catch up with the footsteps of the van, the shadow of the van became smaller and smaller until it could no longer be seen.

A pang of sorrow swirls in my chest. The second day of the new year should not be a day of parting.

This year, my grandmother's house in the countryside is extremely deserted. It is still this wooden house full of ancient atmosphere. With the opening and closing of the door, the wooden door makes a strong sound, which seems to be telling the vicissitudes of the years. Last year, it was also at this time that the wooden doors would always be pulled back and forth by people, and there was a lot of noise. Grandma's children and grandsons sat around this Beijing stove, which looked small at that time, with New Year's blessings, everyone Greeting each other, children and grandchildren live together, happy and harmonious. For an old man, this should be a happy thing.

And this year, without the laughter at that time, even though my sister and I still stayed in the country with my grandma, I could still see some disappointment in her eyes. Chinese New Year, the old wooden house is far away, bright fluorescent lights, grandma and uncle, sofa and Beijing stove, 8-inch color TV and Spring Festival Gala, the monotony inside the house and the noise outside the house. At that time, grandma must have been lonely in her heart, and she didn't even want to make a sound, for fear that the sound would break the emptiness.

So, the three of us arrived at grandma's house, and when we called grandma coquettishly, she responded excitedly, enthusiastically discussing our food and sleep, as if she had to do everything for her to feel at ease. Therefore, we felt that the monotonous life of grandma's house was not fun. When we asked my brother to take us to climb the mountain, grandma's eyes showed apology and helplessness; when we returned home after playing, she would greet us as always and hide her unhappiness. It's just that grandma didn't hide it well, so I still found out quietly. So, when our elder brother and we left one after another, grandma's eyes flashed with deep reluctance, and she said be careful and come to play often.

I don't know what I looked like at that time, I just know that looking at the lonely back of my grandma, my firm heart to leave was shaken.

I remember someone said that many people, only when they are tired, suffering, wronged, and tired, will they miss home and think of this home that will always shelter them from wind and rain.

We left anyway, apologizing to my grandmother. My sister can come here often, but I don't know how to fulfill my promise to my grandma.

That evening, I sat alone on the balcony with my MP3 on. My sister asked me why, and I just joked that I have never seen the sky turn black when I grow up so old, so I am very curious. My sister also wants to go, but her illness helps me a little, winter night, she is not suitable.

I didn't know what was singing in the MP3, I didn't bother to listen carefully, the sound was adjusted very small by me, almost only a little melody escaped. I don't have the luck of Li Bai, he can "raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows form three people", but I have neither wine nor luck to invite the bright moon, only the cold wind and the distant stars and lights. However, what I can comfort myself is that Li Bai never made music from MP3s.

The sky is getting blue little by little, bluer, dark blue, blue-black, I didn't expect that I would also use this old-fashioned saying "That is a picture that even the best painters can't paint", I have to say, it is like this . The leaves above the head also gradually changed from green to black leaf shadows against the dark blue sky. Occasionally, the cold wind blows, and the airy leaves dance, but because of the darkness of the night, it is infected with a dangerous atmosphere.

Fortunately, there are leaves. If you only see leafless branches, I am afraid that the melancholy in your heart will add a little more.

The children's laughter could be faintly heard from downstairs. The younger brothers must have gone crazy again. At this moment, their laughter actually made me feel warm. Am I lonely too? Sitting on the top of such a high building with earphones plugged in, or did I just want to hear it, looking for a happy voice in this silent air?

In the small town at this time, there were only a few figures in a hurry, probably rushing home. Coming and going, leaving home and going home. If you leave home in the morning, you will return home in the evening, and you will be a little happy because of the meals that have been prepared at home.

It turns out that there is no never-ending feast in the world. After parting, you will miss and suffer from lovesickness, and only then will you be reunited, and only then will you have the joy of reunion.

I didn't see the moon, maybe it was covered by clouds, or maybe there is no moon tonight. The moon waxes and wanes sometimes, but the moon is always round. If it is missing tonight, one day we will see the full moon.

The cold wind picked up again, blowing the broken leaves and floating clouds, and the slender crescent moon that finally appeared cast a faint ray of light, got up, and went downstairs to find the source of the laughter...