Where the green hills are not buried, what's the next sentence?

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A place where green hills are not buried (short stories)

He is sitting here. Time. Place, year. Beijing. A village. He doesn't know where tomorrow is. Is to stay in Shanghai. Let's go back to the mountain village because he is old. It is a tradition of China people to go home after retirement.

He has been in Shanghai for three years. (practice. Borges said that his job is an exercise.

He is 50 years old. It is still unknown. The years covered him up. He is a man, not a god, not a Buddha.

He has lived in Shanxi for 40 years and has done everything, such as pyramid selling, transfer, business and teaching. He told people that I just never sold white powder or smuggled arms.

This is what he said to Xiao Zhang of the company. Xiao Zhang is 30 years old and has left his job.

Xiao Zhang said, maybe it can be sold. He said yes.

In Shanxi. A small town. Thirty years ago.

A car accident took away his wife and children. He collapsed. I once thought about suicide. Just then, he heard the voice in the illusion: life is worse than death.

So he got married again and wandered in a foreign land. Feuerbach said that ego is the only world. However, he knew that there were others besides him. Philosophy is one thing, life is another.

He went back to Shanxi last year. He saw that his leader had screwed up and he had retired. The past is over, where are those struggles? Why fight, fight with the sky, fight with the earth, fight with people. Epiphany: The past is empty. Buddha said, the past can't get the heart.

1988 One day, when he was traveling in Qingcheng Mountain, a Qigong master from China Geo University told him that before the age of 30, you were always fighting with people, and he wanted to get rid of it, but he couldn't get rid of it. In his illusion, he saw a man who wanted to be an official trying to suppress him. He recited the Buddhist sutra Jue Yuan Sutra to suppress him.

Now, he is in Shanghai, an investment company, doing telemarketing.

After a while, I will get off work. He will go back to the rental house. A humble home, only ten square meters.

He will continue to work tomorrow. There are no miracles in life.

Under the sky. Earth. The water in Shanghai is also water.

He has suffered all his life. When he was a child, the deaths of his brother and grandfather made him cry. Then my little sister got married. He cried again. I have been crying all my life.

He began to recall:

Go to school to work, and then I wander around. Lu Xun hoped that Honger and Shui Sheng would no longer live a hard life, while Yang Er's sister-in-law lived a hard life. The happiest time in his life was his childhood.

Nothing has changed. This era is the same as ancient times. We are the ancients. People from the future. Things that are not perceived do not exist.

Where there is a past, there is only emptiness. What's the use of a person's words? Destroyed by fire. The end of the world is not a bang, but a hissing life.

It is said that 20 12 is the end of the world. He studied materialism and knew it was impossible. People are rarely superstitious. He is superstitious. Vegetarian, avoid the valley.

But his ex-wife still had a car accident.

He went home. In a small town, he has a home. Now, it's empty and there's no one there.

He also has a home which belongs to his parents. His parents promised him half of the house. Life is coming to an end He is getting old. No grades.

No fame and fortune.

A day's sadness is a drop of water. Tomorrow, I will go to Beijing. He thought.

He's here. At sunset. Water. Cooking smoke. Everything is arranged by God. He thought.

A month later, he resigned.

He left Shanghai and returned to a small town in Shanxi to start his career as a shop assistant.

He can't be anyone else. He can only be himself. Because, the unit informed him to go back.

Outside, he does odd jobs everywhere, from one construction site to another. A few years passed, and he was old. He was about to go back when someone informed him.

The past is unbearable. At work, he went on working as if nothing had happened.

He thought that he had gone out many times, and every time he went back with nothing.

In Shanghai, a monk told his fortune that his nose was not good. Said he thought far. Said someone had lost his money.

He was noncommittal.

In a small town, he got married again with a woman whose husband died. He walks in his own destiny. He knows that everything is fate. The Buddha has a fatalism.

Life is dull. He just wants to muddle along until he retires. There are still a few years.

He is waiting for that moment. I retired and returned to the countryside. He doesn't want to wander anymore.

More than ten years have passed. He returned to the countryside. In the country, he recalled his years. Going to the provincial capital to do business failed. Then I went to work in other provinces, and then I went to Shanghai.

The past was like a dream, and he returned to the countryside. I thought of joining the army at the age of fifteen and didn't return until I was eighty. However, he can't farm. Want to go out again. He remembered that he had not become famous. Others have cars and houses. He has nothing and his heart is full of contradictions.

He is getting old. Waiting to meet god. In a movie, God is in people's hearts. He thought, if there is no God, where does everything come from?

In the countryside, he is old, unable to farm and has no source of income. After much deliberation, he decided to go out. This time, he went to Beijing to water and trim flowers in a park. He thought, he is also a gardener. When I was young, I saw Tagore's Gardeners Collection, which was very good. At first I liked literature, but later I gave it up. He has stayed in Beijing and lived in a bungalow. His wife followed him and his wife took care of the children.

The old couple had a good time. They visited the Forbidden City, Summer Palace and Yuanmingyuan. That's what I said, work, travel.

He also figured it out, where Qingshan is not buried, the volunteers martyrs are still buried in North Korea. The ancient people's concept of returning home after retirement should also be changed.