All the time since, I have some kind of ineffable infatuation always to overlooking the corner of the window. In memory, the window of rural old house is pallet to extremely, a pair of ligneous window frame, inside in vertical stroke sets on 78 fine post, a piece of self-restrained oilpaper is papered outside, calculate. 9 years old before, my small bed is facing windows of such one side oilpaper. Though group of the playmate outside village village, but also have fall odd when, be obliged a person stays to lie slow-wittedly to go up in edge of wooden bed frame strung with crisscross coir ropes frowzily, ground of the earnest of pressing with a finger that listens to a vintage clock, earnest, earnest is beating the air of become silent. My constant thinks later, how many look be like hard and unintelligible day to you can be not knocked to break by such noise? When weather fine is good, oilpaper floats the sunlight that gives cream-colored, extremely soft, extremely weak, fine fine ground is dizzy catch, inclined inside the tile-roofed house of narrow narrow the bright Ga La that cuts a not big regulation. My curl up leans in bed horn, look at icy daylight to precipitate gradually come down, absentminded a Gu Jing that can feel to fall into a pitch-dark. Oilpaper window face is some muddier after all, the colour of sky outside always is dimly, as if hiding to compare a sky more the secret of boundless. In the day foot that moves in slow shift, I am imagining bird over and over to pass by the moulage of horizon, try to borrow this to feel that hazy secret. Should attend a middle school, the school is set in the country government seat of 10 lis of above. Father puts down hoe, the plan sends me one Cheng, was rejected readily by me. New school gate, new sports ground, new face, for the child that has given a village to a have not, all without exception is containing inviting mystery. Especially the installs newly glazing in the classroom, bright and clean level off, inside and outside is connected fully, orthoptic without hinder, make a person surprised simply. Bored to death when, you only need to do faces a window to sit, former dark heart soul is met now.. is Anacreontic rise, young the line of constant Song " the window contains snow of Xi Ling a thousand years " " bug sound appears green window screening newly " artistic conception also not bad taste. The regulation in the class, each groups of fortnightly press clockwise rotate seat. A lot of classmates constant with sitting the window is suffering, feel to see blackboard in that way too demanding; I jubilate secretly however, think the world of window edge is wider than blackboard, more mysterious also. Sit boreal window when, my heart can sink very lowly very low, low all the time arrived in dust. Classmates are in the center of the classroom be laughing and playing fights noisely, I am defending the corner that overlooks a window alone, see on pane one piece of Zhang Zhi tender and beautiful smiling face, concealed of from time to time shows, jackknife of from time to time, very quiet from beginning to end however. In a paragraph of such green silent film, I hit time it seems that dash forward dash forward pulse, by oneself illusion ferments ceaselessly. , I set foot on the train to go attend school of southern small town, fold after graduation return provincial capital, in Xi Zihu bank spent the time with one long end length. In the time that leaves home, my heart resembled the kite of bobbin, fly across more tall, fly across more far, forgot one's way home, the direction of the travel before also was being lost. For a time, I inspect located at that time condition little when the sky that faces window daydream countless times, and that secret real features of the bud below oilpaper window also really is clear with each passing day rise. Regrettablly, the instant of a long distance call of family called in I the world outside all windows, do not let you had answered a god to come even, with them one by one say a few parting words. The flourish of wood as usual of alma mater withered, withered flourish. I sit in familiar window to correct exercise, occasionally or look up, can catch a glimpse of a piece of Zhang Yi is old puerile new already however smiling face passes in the flash before the window, the feeling separating an era of raise all over the sky. Then, my over and over again leaves a place, lean to the windowsill of distracted making a person, for fear that stays for a long time sit can let a person forget to stand up. The cedar in flower bed stands silently there, went how many years, it is tongueless from beginning to end not language, hold the post of the world to be in the tip of a tree is blatant roister, one meaning ties sturdy root system the earth to boundless in, agglomeration removes gallant life marvellous spectacle. Be in with cedar abiding right in inspecting, I understood its language gradually: A kind of opposite perspective is nevertheless outside the window in the window, the world of your place longing is not in distance, put at each independent and self-sufficient corner only. Then, defended the corner that face a window when you, also got the boundless universe. (pick from " Yang Cheng evening paper " on July 27, 2017) |
Orignal From: Overlook window corner
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