There is an article in The Reader whose name I forgot.

The following article is the famous Two Leaves.

The story of two leaves

Ai ba Singh

(This work by Nobel Prize in Literature winner Singh has profound implications, and everyone will have their own understanding. )

This forest is very large and densely covered with all kinds of trees with leaves. Usually, the weather is very cold at this time of year, and it even snows occasionally. However, it was quite warm in June165438+1October this year. If the whole forest was not covered with fallen leaves, you would still think it was summer. Some of the fallen leaves are yellow as crocus, some are red as wine, some are golden and some are mottled. These leaves have been hit by wind and rain, some fall off during the day and some fall off at night, and now they have formed a thick carpet on the forest floor. Although the mud is dry, it still gives off a pleasant smell. The sun shines on the fallen leaves through the living branches. Insects and flies that survived the autumn storm crawled on the leaves. The gaps under the fallen leaves provide hiding places for crickets, voles and many other animals seeking underground refuge.

On a tree where all the other leaves have fallen off, there are two leaves hanging on a twig at the top of the tree: Ollie and Chufa. Ou Li and Chufa themselves don't know why, but they can avoid all the storms and cold nights before. In fact, who knows why one leaf fell and the other stayed? But Ollie and Chufa believe that the answer lies in their deep love for each other. Ou Li's figure is slightly bigger than Chufa's, and it is several days bigger, but Chufa is more beautiful and meticulous. When it's windy and rainy or hail begins to fall, one leaf can't help the other much. However, Ollie always takes every opportunity to encourage Chu Fa. Whenever there is the most violent storm where lightning meets, the wind not only blows away the leaves, but also tears off the whole branch. Ollie earnestly exhorts Chu Fa: "Hold on, Chu Fa! Stick to it! "

On a cold and stormy night, Chufa sometimes complains, "My time is up, Ollie, please stick to it!" "

"Why?" Ollie asked, "Without you, my life is meaningless. If you fall, I will follow you. "

"No, Europe, don't do this! As long as a leaf can not fall, you can't let it go. "

"That depends on whether you are with me," Ollie replied. "During the day, I look at you and appreciate your beauty. At night, I smell your fragrance. Do you want me to be a lonely leaf on the tree? No, absolutely not! "

"Ou Li, although your words are sweet, they are not true," Chu said. "You know I'm not as beautiful as before. Look, how many wrinkles I have and how shriveled I have become! I only have one thing left-my love for you. "

"Isn't that enough? Of all our strengths, love is the highest and most beautiful, "Ollie said. "As long as we love each other, we will stay here, and nothing can destroy us. I can tell you one thing, Chufa-I have never loved you so much. "

"Why, in Europe? Why? My whole body has turned yellow. "

"Who says green looks good and yellow doesn't look good? All colors are equally beautiful. "

As Ou Li said these words, what Chu had been worried about for months happened-a gust of wind blew and tore Ou Li off the branch. Chufara began to tremble and sway, as if to be blown away by the wind, but she still clung to it tightly. She saw Ollie swinging in the air when she fell, so she called him in the language of leaves: "Ollie! Come back! Ollie. Ou Li! "

But before she finished, Ollie disappeared. He was mixed with other leaves on the ground, leaving Chufara hanging on the tree alone.

As long as one day is still there, Chu Fa can still try to endure his sadness. But as soon as it got dark, the weather turned cold and it began to rain in Mao Mao, she fell into despair. Somehow, she felt that all the misfortunes of leaves should be attributed to the tree itself and to the trunk with countless thick branches. Leaves will fall, but the trunk will stand tall and firmly rooted in the soil, and no wind, rain or hail can push it down. The experience of a leaf is nothing to a tree that may live forever. In Chu's view, the trunk is a kind of god. It covers itself with leaves for a few months and then leaves. It nourishes the leaves with its own slurry for as long as it wants, and then lets them die of thirst. Chufa begged Dashu to return Ollie to her, begging it to return to the summer scene, but Dashu ignored her plea.

Chufa didn't expect a night to be as long as this one-so dark and so cold. She talked to Ollie, hoping for an answer, but Ollie was silent and showed no signs of existence.

Chufa said to the tree, "Since you have taken Ollie away from me, please take me away."

But even this request was ignored by the tree.

After a while, Chufa dozed off. This is not a deep sleep, but a strange drowsiness. After waking up, Chu Fa was surprised to find that he was no longer hanging in the tree. It turned out that when she was asleep, the strong wind blew her down. This is very different from the feeling when she woke up in the tree at sunrise. All her fears and troubles have been eliminated. Moreover, this awakening also brought her an experience she had never had before. She now knows that she is no longer just a leaf exposed to wind and rain, but a part of the universe. Through some mysterious power, Chu Fa-fa understood the miracle caused by her molecules, atoms, protons and electrons-the great power she represented and the providence arrangement of which she was a part.

Ollie lay beside her and greeted each other with love she never knew. This is not love decided by accident or impulse, but love as great and eternal as the universe. They are afraid of what will happen day and night between April and June 165438+ 10, and the result is not death, but salvation. The breeze blew, blowing Ollie and Chufa into the air. Their happiness when they soar can only be realized by liberated creatures who wander around the universe.

Two leaves on the tree of love

Prose Award Works of Fu Hong Literature Award in 2005

(Melbourne) Qi

I believe that opportunities are only for those who are prepared. Now, I want to add one thing, except love. Love can be met but not sought.

Late summer ten years ago—

My cell phone? There is a mistake, how can I have a phone!

An Australian, I only remember that his name is lazy English (pronounced ian correctly). Ying carefully wrote down my address, and her friend Lily asked him for help. She wants to write to me. I, in order to realize my dream of writing for decades, am isolating myself and avoiding the crowd.

Having lived in Melbourne for seven and a half years, I want to move. I quit my job and returned to China. I have been to America, Hong Kong and Thailand, but I can't feel it. Finally, I took a 27-hour bus ride from Melbourne to Brisben. After forcing myself to stay for five days, I was so angry that I fled to Sydney. It's worse. I left in two days. The train slowly pulled into Spencer station in Melbourne, and my hanging internal organs were restored to their original positions, and my heart was restored to peace.

I have to admit that the rest of my life belongs to Melbourne.

Ian and I talked unconsciously on the phone for more than half an hour. Finally, he asked me, would you like to come to my house for a cup of coffee? I answered without thinking, well, why not.

Gee, an Australian I don't know is coming to pick me up. I quickly ran into the bathroom, combed my unkempt hair in front of the mirror, poured some shampoo conditioner on my hands, put it on my head, and put on a sapphire thin silk shirt. Royal blue is really good, covering up a lot of fatigue and haggard left on my face after ten hours of busy work a day.

Less than ten minutes, knock at the door. Fortunately, I'm all ready.

I opened the door, and a man in a short-sleeved shirt with gray flowers on a white background suddenly stood out, barefooted under his jeans. Tall and burly figure, light blue eyes, slightly curly light brown hair, prominent eyebrow bone, straight nose, this is not what I just heard on the phone. His grandmother's grandfather was impressed by China people and looked 100% foreign.

I am a mouse like an elephant in front of him.

The mouse looked up and greeted with a smile: Hi, you are so tall.

The yellow Ford took me to BALWYN's residence-a two-bedroom and one-bedroom suite in five minutes. This is grandma's sofa. Please sit down. That one is mine, he said. I was delighted to find that when I sat down, the height gap between them suddenly decreased, and the thick and soft grandmother sofa brought me long-term warmth and comfort.

We drink coffee and red wine. The western lifestyle is so different from mine that I like it very much. He held up an empty cup, dipped his fingers in saliva, and rubbed his fingers inside and outside the mouth of the cup. The glass tickled and creaked with laughter. Listen, what a wonderful voice! It's made of crystal!

Tell Ian that I just turned 54 this month, and he leaned over to me and stared at me seriously for a while. Oh, you are a few years older than me, and you are better maintained than me. You don't even have a gray hair. I am in a hurry. How come there is no white one? More than half of them are white. It's all dyed now. Ian smiled, his big belly shaking on his grandfather's sofa. Well, coincidentally, I lost all my teeth, and now they are all dentures. So, he said, why did you lose your teeth at a young age? So, I said, why did I turn white early? ...

After drinking half a glass of red wine, I flushed like a cooked shrimp and spoke more freely.

Suddenly, Ian opened his big hand. Can you read my palm and calculate how long I can live?

Ian is the first and only person in my life to ask me for fortune telling. Only a fool will ask me for fortune telling, because if I really can, I can nip in the bud and I won't be in such trouble in my life. But he's definitely not an idiot. He trusted me. Even if it is mainly for fun, I would like to read his palm like a gypsy woman. I read him carefully according to the way others read their palms. I was surprised to find that when he was 60 years old, his lifeline was broken, and the line behind him was almost invisible, so his life stopped. But I said, you were seriously ill at the age of 60, and you can be cured. After being cured, you will live for many years. Of course he is happy. Of course, my plan is to live to 100, and many relatives are. ...

The upturned chin made Ian laugh, and his mouth turned straight up. His whole face shines kindly, which makes him look very kind and friendly. The hearty and exaggerated laughter of westerners is very infectious, and Ian and I laughed together.

I have been in Australia for seven and a half years, and I am nervous every minute. I feel nervous about doing several things at the same time: studying and working to learn English; I nervously squeezed time to write back to China with tears to report good news; I am nervous that it will take twice as long to correct the wrong bus on the wrong road; Even when I sleep, I gnash my teeth with nervousness. "Nervousness" has become the normal state of my body, and "relaxation" has become a rare and unusual state.

However, tonight, I laughed a lot and had a good time. I'm not nervous at all. My whole body naturally relaxes.

This time I moved to KEW, which is my tenth move. I can't remember for a long time. Anyway, I came to Australia like a thief hiding from the police, and I have endless reasons to move. I hope this is the last time every time. Every time I lose my house, I am doomed to move endlessly. Now, no one knows where I moved. I only told my cousin my phone number. She told Lily, and Lily told Ian. One-way communication built a "single bridge" for Ian.

Ian has been calling from the West Bridge to the East Bridge every day since we had coffee. Westerners say hello to Eastbridge. Hey, come and play at my house, he said. No, you do it. I'll get it. You'd better come A man's home is his kingdom. You'd better come A woman's home is her palace. You come, I have prepared coffee and red wine for you. You come, I have green tea soda cookies to serve. You come. You come. He surrendered when he couldn't beat me.

I was making a long-distance call with my cousin in Los Angeles when suddenly I turned to Ian and said, Hello, giant, please sit down. The giant sat quietly beside him, smiling even if he didn't. Half an hour later, my cousin didn't mean to end it. I offered my hand to Ian to shake his hand and apologize. He lowered his head, kissed my hand, winked at me and smiled. I was flattered to think of similar scenes in the movie, as if Cinderella had become a princess.

When something is repeated on you, you form a habit, so habit is the result of repetition. Ian calls me regularly every day. It's only been two weeks, and I have formed the habit of waiting for the phone at regular intervals. That day, he had been off work for a long time. It's already nine o'clock. I didn't wait for his voice. I went to bed when I lost something. I was so bored. I asked myself, what are you waiting for? I'm not sure.

Suddenly, someone knocked at the door, Helen, your phone!

Ian came from the "single-plank bridge". Hi! I invite you to my house for dinner.

It was Valentine's Day.

Two months later, Ian proposed to me. He said, I love you very much. Please be my wife and we will spend the rest of our lives together. When he proposed, he didn't kneel down like other westerners. His knee is so bad that he can't get up on his knees. Of course I can't help. He put me into his warm and generous arms, and my heart pounded with surprise, as if I had returned to my youth.

I'm ambivalent, and I'm fighting inside. If you want to write a book, run away immediately. But I can't escape, like in the water, like in the desert, soft, no matter how strong, I can't run. I fell in love with Ian, too.

Helen, nothing is big, you must follow your heart!

Later, Ian blew his whistle. He fell in love with me on the first night we met, and he planned to get married. The idea frightened him. The next morning, he couldn't help calling his mother. Mom, mom, I'm getting married. Mom smiled, didn't she? With who? A lady from China. She, what do you say? She doesn't know yet!

Ian told his childhood friend that I was getting married. The other party held the phone without saying a word. It rang half a ring before answering. Hey, I'm sorry. I was so surprised that my cheekbones fell off just now. Before I can speak, I must pick them up and install them. You must be really in love, congratulations! You changed your mind.

The failure of his first marriage was a great blow to Ian, who vowed to be single for four and a half years. In China, if you don't want to get married according to the woman's request, you can fake it and give money. Ian replied, no, I got married for love, not for money.

Well done. Ian, I'm proud of you!

I'm looking for my lost self.

I am still a big girl who has been a girl all my life and is not shy, blushing or stupid. I was sad for three minutes and then I was still there when I laughed. I am still here at the age of 45. I think I am only 20 years old, always confident and always moving forward. She's ... gone.

The huge waves and boundless sea in Australia give me brilliant hope and upward desire. However, my soul and body can no longer bear the accumulated anxiety, tension and fatigue, and instinctively want to escape from Australia, a virgin land I know nothing about. Sometimes, I even think that death is a beautiful temptation. When the melodious and mournful music starts, I will imagine myself lying among the flowers, and my soul, Ran Ran, will ascend to heaven and enter the eternal resting place.

Oh, how I long to have a rest.

I have been studying the Bible for nearly four years, and I hope I really believe that there is a God who rules everything and is full of love somewhere in heaven. No matter who abandoned me, even if I abandoned myself, he would never abandon me, always love me and pity me, and unload the burden on my weak shoulders. It's a pity that I lack understanding and haven't found God. Before going to bed, I often talk to my mother who has died for more than 20 years. Mom, I beg you to forgive me for failing you for decades. I hope you can protect my family and help me find your missing daughter. I met her several times in my dream, but she didn't speak. I feel deeply sad.

Cupid's arrow was blocked by Ian's heart several times. He is waiting, waiting for my appearance. I melted the ice in his heart, which is my glory and achievement. I am the happiest woman in the world.

Ian helped me find myself-as a woman, Ian gave me the privilege that belongs to me and made me occupy an overwhelming position. This is an affirmation of my personal value and gives me confidence and strength.

No wonder, I have been studying English crazily, and I have the cheek to speak English with strange pronunciation and many mistakes. No wonder, I took a long trip from other provinces and ran back to Melbourne. No wonder, I tried to avoid everyone, but told my cousin my phone number. It turns out that all this is for one person.

Fortunately, I answered the phone that day, and people who don't drink coffee accepted the invitation to drink coffee; Fortunately, I lied about moving twice and was brought back by Ian's love twice; Fortunately, he can forgive my bad temper and say that if you love someone, you have to love all of her. Fortunately, my restless heart is not dead, she is just waiting to wake up in hibernation. ...

It was particularly cold that winter, and Ian took my daughter and me to his warm home.

The weak mother and daughter who lived in fear were guarded by a big man from now on.

Two people share only half the burden, and three people share happiness, which makes three happiness.

A series of accidents brought me a phone call, which made two lonely souls fall in love and rewritten the rest of my life. There is no doubt that this is a miracle. Once again, I hope that there really is a God in heaven to express my gratitude.

Thankfully, the sweet seawater in Australia washed away my pain yesterday and turned a new page today.

Thanks, Ian came into my life. I experienced what true love is, got to know a lot of people, and wanted to be a good woman to cook and wash clothes for Ian. ...

Grateful, after suffering, got the final compensation.

The warm summer is coming again. After 1 1 months, Ian and I got married.

Yin Hui, a wedding ring made of platinum, is dazzling. When Ian put it on me, he shed tears and the fog wet his glasses. I laughed through my heart and lungs, leaving a picture of the most beautiful smile in my life

Young leaves and old leaves, as long as they grow on the tree of love, are nourished by love and strive to weave the shade of life.

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