Tide beat empty city

At Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou, a young handyman monk returned from a trip and hurried back to the courtyard to chop firewood.Senior brother made fun of him, Yongcheng, you are not from the local area, you ask for leave every Mid-Autumn Festival, who will you meet?

The handyman smiled, wiped off the sweat on his forehead, lowered his head and continued chopping firewood.

After the evening class, he returned to the monk's room where he lived alone and sat down, took out a white porcelain altar from his arms, held it with both hands and stared at it.

Moonlight shone in through the panes, covering the whole body with tenderness.

After a long time, he put the porcelain altar on the narrow incense case, and said softly, Zhao, I have wronged you to live with me in this lonely and humble room, facing the green lamp coldly.

Fortunately, here, every Mid-Autumn Festival, I can take you to Qiantang to watch the tide.Do you like it or not?

As in previous years, he sat silently all night.Until the soft light in his eyes was expelled by the red sun.

Before the Mid-Autumn Festival of a certain year, the monk died of hunger outside the gate of the temple, still a beggar.

The abbot took him in mercifully, and soon shaved him and became a handyman monk.

I gradually heard that he came from the south.With no relatives and no reason, he was picked up by a fishing boat in the river. When he boarded the boat, he hugged a person tightly in his arms.

What a dear person.

The boatman rescued him, but the man in his arms had been frozen for a long time.

After his body recovered, he turned his body into ashes, resigned from the boatman, and headed north.

When he left, he was covered with rags, but he carried the porcelain altar in his arms and protected his chest with both hands.

Step by step to the south of the Yangtze River.

No one knows that it is so difficult, only for the moment when the tide is surging and surging.

Jiang Chao is only similar year after year.Who will come with me?

People no longer ask, why send lovesickness.

It is also Jiangnan.Another year of peach blossoms, the man held the girl's hand and stood under the flower tree.

You must be beautiful standing with Peach Blossom.

The man turned his head to look at each other, leaned over to hold the hilt of the snow-white long sword in the girl's arms, and gently stroked it.

Xinxin, do you remember who gave it to you?

Dad, and uncle.The girl stared at him, eyes like spots of paint.

Caught off guard, looking at each other, those eyes are like someone's resurrection.

The man took two steps back, lowered his head and pressed his chest.

The girl quickly shook his hand, uncle, what's the matter.

The man smiled and shook his head.The hand is still pressed.

not understand.There is already empty, why does it still hurt.

Yutang.Zhan Zhao smiled slightly.If you don't have a heart, where am I?

(End of the article)

postscript:

记录一下写作起止时间：2011年4月27日—2011年9月17日。

More than once when I was writing, I thought, how could I write such a novel, did I write it.

In the meantime, I looked through the articles I wrote in the past. The big difference is that when I was writing this article, I lost interest.I often feel that there is nothing to say.

So this postscript is also a supplement.

If I have to sum it up, I probably wrote three things.

One is the choice of people in adversity or even desperation.How to live, and how to live without violating the original intention.I probably can't do the latter item myself, and I have been decadent in recent years.

Second, good people are not rewarded.Regarding this, if you believe in reincarnation, you may be able to alleviate the injustice a little.Because this life is just a part of an infinite cycle.

The third is that I do not believe that human nature, and the world as a whole, can be improved and saved.Hugo said that the evil of man is caused by society, and I agree.As a result of privilege and money worship, the fundamental injustice, and laughing at the poor but not laughing at prostitutes.The so-called integrity, kindness, and bravery are personal self-requirements after torture of conscience.If the purpose is to change the environment, the demand itself is false and unstable.

In the beginning, no one was going to die.For Bai Yutang, it's because I made a promise before, and for Zhan Zhao, it's because I don't accept it myself.After I started writing, I changed my mind and wanted to try to see what would happen if he died.

It seems that nothing will happen.The world is still the original world.With or without this person, we all cannot escape the pain of missing and not having.

Until the end of the article, the plot is still being conceived.That is, it was not planned.All the branches and leaves are weaved, and even the frame is out of shape in the end.Except for the ending of Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang's life and death.

Facing the computer behind closed doors to build a car, no matter whether it is a defective product or not, it was actually made.I still admire myself a little.

In addition, although it is YY's Lei Wen, the whole article is written in a tangled and depressing way, and there is no sudden enlightenment from the beginning to the end.The plot thinks that the cause and effect are clearly explained, but many of them may not be easy to notice in a brief summary.I often think that if I were a reader, I might not understand it after reading it.

Anyone who only needs to read it once is smarter than me.

2011.9.19 Yin (August 8 in the lunar calendar)