C83 (1/2)
Twenty days out of the city,
The pain of yearning is fried;
Divided by mountains and water,
Love to the depths always return.
Late autumn. The autumn wind was blowing, and the sun was shining. The fields were bare; only the green of turnips and cabbages was so endearing; the trees had long since fallen, and the green of the pines gave some light to the gray waste of the mountains.
The Secretary of the Party Branch of Taoyuan Village, Wang Zipeng, and the six others went on a tour of the south. On the evening of 16 October 1990, at 5.30 p.m., they returned to their hometown, their own village, and their own home.
When they returned, without any rest, they went to work in the village on the morning of the 17th. This day happened to be the day he was going to take care of the autumn vegetables.
This year's cabbages were still sold in the Peach Blossom Two s; they were even sold to the Power plant s; and the Power plant himself had to get out of the car to transport them back. The Chinese cabbage had been treated for four days and was almost over.
On the 20th, Zi Peng went to Rural Government to participate in an emergency meeting. Wang Cheng's family's village chief reported on his visit to the 'solar greenhouse' in the Iron Town yesterday. And let the villages move, seize the opportunity to build the 'solar greenhouse'.
On the 22nd, the leader of the Rural Government and the cadres of the Taoyuan Village called a preparatory meeting for the reform of the system in the third team of Taoyuan.
Thus, during this period of time, Zi Peng did not have the time to visit the little sister Lixia that he had missed day and night. It wasn't until the 23rd that he took his time to go to the sixth team to visit Lixia, whom he hadn't seen for an entire month. In the thirty days that were not considered long, it seemed to him as if a century had passed. Even though they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, the yearning in his heart had never stopped.
On October 3, while traveling in Guilin, he wrote a poem for her in the evening, ”Reminiscence in the distance.” On October 15, while waiting for a train in Beijing, he wrote another poem for her, ”How can I forget you?” Although he had only written two poems for her in the past month, his thoughts about her were coherent, eternal, and uncontrollable.
At ten in the morning, Zi Peng arrived at Lixia's home. As soon as he entered the gate, a long line of goose and ducks greeted the guests with cheers and songs of welcome; a big yellow dog waved its tail around him to welcome her arrival; a flock of chickens were also looking for food in the yard, and two roosters were fighting intensely over a beautiful hens …
When Zipeng and Lixia met, the excitement was indescribable. If Guohong hadn't been there, he and her would have embraced each other long ago. Both he and she tried to control their feelings; both tried to hide their impulses. Calm down your emotions that are like the tides. Zi Peng sat down on the edge of the brick bed and said,
”I came here today for exactly a month. There was a visit on September 24th. Today is October 23rd, which happens to be the 30th day. ”
Lixia's large eyes stared fixedly at Zi Peng for a while. She poured a cup of hot water for Zi Peng and passed it to him. He said excitedly:
”second brother, you have been gone for a really long time this time.”
Guihong was rolling in the dry smoke like a tornado as he followed up on Lixia's words and asked,
”second brother, did you guys go out to travel?”
Zi Peng sat on the edge of the brick bed and took a sip of water to moisten his throat. He said:
”That's right. I took a trip to the south and walked around half of China before returning on the 16th.”
Lixia and Gui Hong were also sitting on the edge of the brick bed. She held the insole in her hand and said with emotion:
”second brother, I really didn't expect that time would pass so quickly. In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.”
Zi Peng had been gone for 30 days, and today was the first time he came here after a long journey. He felt that everything here was still so familiar; everything here still made him linger around. He took a look at Rizhao and Guihong and said in a funny tone,
”That's right!” ”Time flows like water …”
Since Lixia and Guilong Liuzi Peng were having lunch here, he readily agreed. So, Lisa went to cook. In order to entertain Zi Peng, a guest who had been separated for a long time, Gui Hong had even killed a rooster. The rooster's head and face were covered with blood from the fight with the other rooster.
Gui Hong finished cleaning up the rooster and played chess with Zi Peng. At 11.30pm, Xiao Wei returned from school. At this time, the food was also placed on the table. At noon today, Lixia cooked six dishes for Zipeng and made a big bowl of rice. Zi Peng was willing to eat all six dishes: chicken stewed with mushrooms, pork meat stewed with vermicelli, braised Ming Tai Yu, spicy tofu, fried eggs with shrimp, and fried tofu.
After finishing lunch, Zi Peng said his goodbyes and walked back. Lixia told Guohong to pick up the table, and she went to see Zipeng off. When they arrived outside the gate, Zi Peng took out a letter he wrote on the evening of the 22nd and handed it to Lixia, who took it and put it in her pocket.
In the afternoon, Guohong drove the oxcart back to pull corn stalks. At home, Lisa anxiously opened his letter and started to read it carefully. The letter read as follows:
To the little sister that I have missed day and night:
Ten thousand miles away from home, the feeling of missing the little sister grew stronger.
I miss you all the time during the day.
You love me, you throw yourself into my arms;
Hold your hand tightly and look at each other with tenderness.
My dear little sister, this is a poem I wrote for you that day in Gui Lin. It was the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month. I am standing under the moon, looking at the distant mountains and rivers of the hometown, silently bless you, wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, health.
Missing little sister, when we finished our tour, on the evening of October 15, while waiting for the bus in Beijing, I wrote you another poem about missing you:
I came to the south of the motherland, your kind heart imprint in my heart;
How many days and nights, miss you, miss you, never forget.
That rolling Yangtze River, not as long as you and I love;
The first of the Five Mountains, Tarzan, is as strong as our love.
We are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, your beautiful heart makes me linger in hope;
Needless to say, it would be hard to guess your current situation without seeing your face.
How much I want to see you, shake hands, embrace, as if crazy;
How much I want to be with you, to communicate with each other, to understand each other.
Tea in the day is not fragrant, to the night tears flow into a line;
How can I forget those happy moments?
How much I miss you and I walk side by side, how much I miss you and I express heartfelt;
How much I miss you and I walk to that mountain, how much I miss you and I taste love.
The present is different from the past, because it is too far away from your heart;
Only the yearning deep in the heart can make up for the sadness of being away.
You must be more depressed than I am.
This is the symbol of love, this is the power of purity, sincerity, love...
Dear little sister, I feel like living every day for the 22 days of my trip. Especially when I close my eyes, that beautiful figure of yours will always appear before my eyes. But when I opened my eyes, you were not there, which not only reminded me of July 26th:
It was almost 11 AM when they coincidentally met the little sister at Taoyuan.
Not only was he overjoyed, he also thanked the heavens for their good fortune.
You and I will go to Erdaojiang together, we will meet again after a long time.
Side by side, chatting and laughing as they walked. Unknowingly, they arrived at Dragon Mountain …
I look forward to seeing you every day like a demented person, hoping that you will always meet me.
Night and night dream together, in the heart of a moment of love.
Today, as you wish to meet me, I will leave you memories as a souvenir.
At this moment, July 26th, he would never forget this day for the rest of his life.