Because I want to see a real apple picked from a tree instead of a pictorial or someone told me that I have never seen a real apple until I was ten years old. This is because the place where I grew up didn’t produce apples. Secondly, it is said that this place is so lonely that no one has brought it back from the outside. It is strange to say that once I saw it from a broken pictorial, I was worried about it and wanted to see it or them really.
The good news came, and the people who came brought the news. A passing truck broke down in the town. The car was loaded with apples from trees. Listen to my heart. That night, I ate apples greedily in my dream and ate another one. I woke up before dawn, and I quietly opened the door at dawn. Yes, I finally decided to go to town to see those apples.
However, when I came to town panting, the truck had been repaired, and the apples had just left half an hour ago. They were all in love, but they were pitiful. They were so depressed that they walked around the town over and over again. It took dozens of miles of mountain roads for an afternoon to walk, and their faces were scratched by thorns along the way. That’s when I met him, the man who claimed that he would definitely take me to see apples.
A well-known cattle dealer, who has been wandering around the surrounding villages and towns all year round, I know him, but I also know that his craftsmanship has made him live a good life, but it has also made him enjoy the worst land. Most people can’t avoid me when they meet him, but when I saw him coming by the teahouse, I didn’t expect him to talk to me. I wanted to take a break and then I left when I saw him sitting next to me. However, I didn’t tell him the purpose of my trip and promised him to continue to go deep outside the town with him. I’ve seen a lot of apples in the mountains. First, I really want to see apples. Although I have been to the county seat to hold a romance of the gods among my playmates, I have seen apples. This is enough for me to be surrounded by people in a month. Secondly, the fact that the cattle dealer said that the apple forest was actually where I came from is too sensational. Of course, I am skeptical, but I have to believe what he said.
In that secret apple forest, he said that their owner had brought back some apple seeds when he retired from the army in Maoxian County, Sichuan Province. A few years ago, there was a fire at home, and there was no way out. When he grew up, he chose a place in the mountains to sow the apple seeds. In the past few years, the apple trees have grown taller than ordinary mulberry trees, but I am lucky. This is a big secret, but he happens to be the owner of the garden.
At this point, it’s hard to believe that I was too old to be afraid of myself, so I made him rich.
At this time, spring has just begun. Rape flowers are in full bloom, the river is unusually clear, the grass smells fragrant, and the livestock are burning with desire. That is, when I was a child, I couldn’t help but feel ashamed and worried that I might not be able to match them. Regardless of beauty, it was not the favor of creation, but was forged by the incarnate blacksmiths. The flames were blazing, sparks splashed and knocked one after another. Oh, I forgot to look at the cattle dealer. He obviously forgot that it was in the middle of a rape flower. First, he sniffed the nectar like a bee, and
He forgot to mention that he was still crying inexplicably. Of course, I was very unhappy and impatiently urged him to hurry. He didn’t delay walking forward with me. He was silent but didn’t chatter like before. Suddenly, he asked me what you did to my parents. I didn’t expect him to cry and turned to howl in the face of the rape flower he had just left. He cried and shouted that my mother was buried here, but I sold the land. Now I don’t even have a graveyard. I am so heartless.
However, he is also a storyteller, but it’s a pity that I don’t care about human beings this afternoon. I miss Apple’s talk. We climbed over a mountain, and the clouds changed, and the sun gradually became dim. I was worried that the weather would turn cloudy one after another and asked him to walk faster. I didn’t expect this notorious cattle dealer to be more naive than a person my age. A group of magpies flew in from the treetops, but he ran in the opposite direction to me for a long time. Then he sighed and sighed and saw a little green snake dead. He squatted beside the little green snake and watched and watched.
His actions make me very despised. A local cattle dealer doesn’t come to the distant capital. This sight is common and bitter. Make a fuss like a city man
Behind the mountain, there are two roads leading to my village, and the other one can go to the secret apple forest according to the cattle vendor’s theory. It is strange that he should go home after I woke up, and he didn’t even blame me for not saying a word all the way. This is worse than killing him, and then he threatened me naked. If I don’t talk to him again, he will say it. When you grow up, you will always see him say.
I asked him what I should say to him to satisfy him, and he even said, then tell a story about the romance of the gods.
How strange it is that I came here in the afternoon, but suddenly I was telling a story to a cattle dealer. It’s hard to describe the transformation, and this is not the first time that I just climbed that mountain. He has been begging me to talk to him. What is a fairy tale? He asked you to tell me one, but the middle-aged man’s request was so strange that I flatly refused him. Fortunately, he suddenly met an acquaintance pushing a car and came from the opposite side. In an instant, he immediately ran over like a different person, his expression became exaggerated and yelling.
The other party obviously knew him, but he didn’t give enough response when he was asked to be caring and attentive. He wanted to shake hands with the other party for a long time, but the other party didn’t reach out and greeted him in a hurry. He rode away. He stared at the other party for a while and ran back angrily and told me that I didn’t dislike him. Instead, he suspected me. I didn’t believe him. He deliberately asked him what people were disgusted with him. He stared blankly for a while and said angrily, listen, I mean, I don’t dislike him. Then I added, He has cancer and gastric cancer. You
How people want to say that they don’t want to shake hands with him at all times, but I’m trapped here. It’s really nice to see the apples and tell him about the romance of the gods. However, despite my reluctance, he was patient. This is the first time that Zhou Wang Nuwa Palace offered incense, and I just said, he became anxious again. Stop me. Let’s talk about women. What a shame a woman my age is. I can’t talk about it. I stopped and looked at him. Alas, you were still a child, he said.
Just then, the afternoon passed, and the dusk was near at hand. The wind gradually died down, and the things in the fields gradually became quiet. Even the buzzing of bees disappeared from time to time, but we still didn’t go to our destination. Look at the trees and trees in front of us except rape flowers or rape flowers, both in the village and in the mountains
I suspect that he is lying to me. I suspect that the root in front is not in any apple forest, and I suspect that once it breeds, I can’t eliminate it. The more I go forward, the stronger the suspicion is. I can’t figure out why he lied to me this time. Yes, he also asked me angrily, as if I had been wronged. What benefits did I lie to you? Then he repeatedly claimed that Apple Forest was less than five miles away from here. I will be able to get there in half an hour. I have already left him for home, and in the end I turned back to him and continued to trot with him.
He was almost a waste. He just ran to a small temple in less than ten minutes, and he coughed violently again and again, stopped, bent down and gasped. Later, he looked at me with tears, and there was a little shyness in his expression. I saw that he was really uncomfortable, so I advised him to take a rest, so the two of them sat down in front of the small temple before they almost hurried.
When the cough stopped a little, he started talking again. He even said that the small temple behind him was built by Lv Dongbin. I woke him up. Is Lv Dongbin a Taoist or not? He didn’t panic. He said that Lv Dongbin had reached this point before he became a Taoist. I saw his face clearly and asked me to talk to him. He became addicted to the topic. I kept silent. First, he smiled and persuaded me to go to the temple to worship. I couldn’t bear to ask him what he didn’t worship, but smiled and shook his head. I didn’t have any bodhisattvas to bless me in my life.
There is still sunset light in heaven and earth. Although it can penetrate willow branches and leaves and shine on us, it also disappears a little bit. When we get up and go forward, we know that I have just gone a few steps and my imagination about apples will be broken. This lengthy afternoon of watching apples has finally come to an abrupt end. He looks at me from behind and seriously says that I am lying to you. There is no apple at all.
I’m the one with gastric cancer, but it’s not contaminated, so no one talks to me. After many years, I still remember a long speech by a cattle dealer. Later, he told me that he didn’t have a good relationship before he got gastric cancer. Now, after gastric cancer, everyone said that he would get sick and be bombarded wherever he went. He was alone, and his family wanted to talk to someone. He just met me and lied to me quickly. First, he wanted to talk to me. Then, if he really couldn’t walk, I might be able to help him walk this afternoon. Before he met me, he would have gone once, first to have a look at his mother’s grave, and then to see a woman who is his lover. Hey, hey, no one knows about this, he said with a wry smile, but now I am sick and can’t walk, and I can’t lie to you.
I have always doubted him, but I have to admit that his words are still like a thunderbolt in the evening, which completely broke me. We woke up from our dreams and I opened my mouth for a long time and couldn’t speak.
Many years later, I still remember me. He said goodbye to me. I ran through oats and rape flowers, and the wheat waves rolled, and the humiliation was endless. I was still in the shadow. The word death was just outside Qian Shan, that is, it really happened by my side. I wouldn’t be surprised and unbelievable. At this time, the humiliation was greater than everything. This made me understand one thing after I was shocked, that is, I might be stupid, and I was not in the forest. This fact is more than sad. That is, the humiliation is clear. I feel wronged in the running. I quietly turn around and vaguely see that the cattle dealer is still in the middle of the road. It seems that he is staring at me blankly for a long time. It seems that he can’t even live. He staggered back to the bottom of the willow tree.
I, on the other hand, will continue to run and feel the humiliation like a wave of wheat, and even wake up from my dream in the middle of the night and think of my stupidity. I still want to see him again.
I saw him again just over a month later, when I was assigned to go to town to buy salt, I passed by a family whose dilapidated courtyard was full of weeds and a few plants were growing in the gap. I didn’t mean to plant rape flowers. After a little attention, I actually saw his cattle dealer who cheated me.
At this time, his body was no longer human, and his beard was horribly thin. The sun shone on him like a ghost. He was lying on a reclining chair that was about to collapse, squinting at passers-by, but his body was still. A few bees buzzed over the rape flowers and weeds over his head, but no matter how anxious he was, he never drove them away. Even when he was young, I clearly knew such a thing. His horse was going to die, and his time was numbered.
I haven’t seen him since
I often can’t help but think that the cattle dealer will definitely not recognize me at the time of life and death-he will never think of me, and the sense of humiliation he brings will not go away for a long time, but in fact, they are not as stubborn as they thought, and they can’t be found in my body for me several times. Later, I remember that I had such a strange afternoon watching apples.
Of course, I have seen real apples in Sichuan, Shandong and Hokkaido for so many years. By chance, I also went to many apple forests. Sichuan, Shandong and Hokkaido apple forests are in these apple forests. Occasionally, I walk in these apple forests. When I look up, I can vaguely see the cattle dealer. He is still looking around suspiciously at the bottom of one of the apple trees. It seems that he is still looking for someone to talk to.
This is of course an illusion, but I hope this illusion will not stop. It’s better to sweep me in and let my cattle dealer go back to that place. It’s at the bottom of the willow tree in front of the small temple in the afternoon. When he is tired, maybe I’ll tell him about the romance of the gods. It’s better to tell him where you are, whether it’s outside the cloud nine or in the underworld. It’s better to find a bodhisattva so that you can worship and howl to talk to him.
This bodhisattva is like Akhmatova who said in the Spring Festival elegy that I seemed to see a figure, but he was silent and integrated. First he left, then he generously stayed dead and wanted me to be together.
Grave-sweeping spring and autumn
It’s easier to see when it’s time to leave the country than to see it when it’s difficult. For me, a bunch of camellias are missing from the cemetery in Yunnan after midnight. How sad it is, but what’s even sadder is that my grandmother often lives with her lover. She can see them every day, but she doesn’t remember them anymore.
Remembering those tiny things now is like my grandmother’s long-life lock and two hairpin, or years of disuse of porcelain bowls. These past marks can actually make her feel trance and excited, calling the names of relatives forward. Time has forgotten her and cut her off. She is like a lost child in the past. Only by relying on these tiny things as a token can she successfully find her relatives’ tears and tell her that she is trapped in the here and now.
Let’s talk about the cemetery. Nearly fifteen years ago, I rented a small village in the city, and within 300 meters’ walk from my residence to the top of the mountain, a rusty iron gate opened the door and went in. There were hundreds of graves, all of which were old. It was said that it was not until 1927 that a ban was imposed on this mountain to add new graves. Many grave-sweepers were afraid that incense had not been ushered in for decades. This decaying cemetery was guarded by a widower, but guarding the cemetery was not his only job. He also planted vegetables and sold rice wine dumplings. More often, it was.
I’m really unlucky. It’s hard to move here, but it’s easy to touch the village in the city. More and more people are going to be demolished and moved away. Finally, I’m left with several other stars to pay the money. The landlord won’t return it, but before the water stops, I’ll continue to kill here and wait for it to be driven away.
Something ridiculous happened because my residence is closest to the cemetery and the doorman widower refused to show up easily. The grave sweeper couldn’t get into the iron gate. They even put incense in front of my door and attached a note. I went to sweep it on their behalf, but I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t look at my door like I was being swept around, looking for that door that made me angry. The doorman couldn’t find it and wanted to turn back and cross the iron gate to send those earthly things to the graves of the dead.
Slowly, things got worse and worse. More and more people put sacrifices in front of my door and left a note. Slowly, I didn’t even leave a note. I was saddened to see that I seemed to have become an object of praise, especially for sweeping graves for people. Children and parents bullied the dead. Knowing that I had almost had enough of seeing sacrifices, I moved them or stuffed them into iron gates one by one, but it seemed destined that on this day, when I moved them, I found a memorial in a pile of water, writing a poem, full of blood, tears and dust, and I could also mourn the wind when I returned home. Rain, pear flowers, cold food, several graves, grandchildren, it’s unfilial to sign their names, so-and-so is a traditional Chinese character, and it’s conceivable that the people who wrote them came to distant places, but this person is still worthy of it. In the end, I obediently turned into the iron gate
It seems that I have never been afraid of ghosts. This is probably because frequent grave-sweeping experience has brought me benefits, and I have been possessed. After many years, I have developed a strange affinity for cemeteries, whether they are crowded cemeteries or solitary graves. When I meet them, I don’t say that I am afraid, but I feel that I am familiar with my old friends. This familiarity originated from the decaying cemetery at the beginning. I thought that I would light incense and rush in the rain. Look, after so many years, I still remember the names of the eleven rows of graves. The first row starts with Fang’s name, and the second row starts with Shen Shi,
People like me who are not afraid of ghost graves have long known one, but she is a well-known crazy woman. It was when I was young that an old woman in our town wore a flower all the year round and couldn’t even go to the cemetery outside the town all day. It is said that when she was very young, her father and husband were shot in a movement, which made her crazy, especially in the spring. But in the cemetery, she didn’t seem to leave the cemetery, but she didn’t go crazy or attack people, but she did one thing: she picked wild flowers and placed them in front of the graves where her relatives were buried.
Occasionally, when she leaves the graveyard, I will meet her head-on. Except for her headdress, I am not aware of her madness. On the contrary, because she is thin, kind-hearted and speaks softly, I feel that she is amiable. I always suspect that she is not crazy at all. We misunderstood her. In this world, we can always distort and slander her as a weapon to finally name the things that cannot be solved. Although it is absurd, I did think that she was crazy, so I am not afraid of going crazy one day because I want to be as quiet as her.
I haven’t seen her since I left town. I heard that she is still alive. She will never know a person who doesn’t even know her name. Maybe she knows that she is crazy, but after many years, she is in every graveyard. This person has never been scared like her.
In the cemetery, it is often difficult to see opportunities elsewhere, not to mention meeting people. I have seen hair, clothes, woody flowers, smooth pills and poems, sashimi watches, Swiss army knives and three pairs of hiking boots. It is not a secret here, but they are all secret keys. Since people watch dramas, I can see the cemetery all over.