Appreciation of Lu Xuhui's Prose Today's Duanyang

It's a day and everything is changing.

A river is in its heyday. It comes from a huge pure blue sky, reflecting the upside-down world and echoing the beautiful world at the moment.

A green arc suddenly crossed, creaked and disappeared immediately, like an illusion in the sun. I followed the embers of the sound and found this guy on a grass stalk, grabbed it and held it in my hand. It didn't know much about struggle, vomited a mouthful of brown juice and ended the game perfunctorily. I spread its wings, a layer of light green and a layer of ochre red, and held it in front of my eyes. The delicate lattice is jumping with tiny sunshine, and the world is light green and red for a while, and the sound of flowing water is crisp and dumb for a while. Everything between the vast heavens and the earth reached its peak on this day, only a little me, as thin as a grass that broke away from the chronological phenology and grew in a hurry outside the season. I put the grasshopper who surrendered to me in my pants pocket, and let it become my person with a bubble gum and a white rabbit toffee inside.

In the countryside, all the insects and ants that should appear will appear on this day. Perhaps children are such small animals, so they were pardoned on this day. Until beginning of autumn, they were acquiesced to go to rivers and seas and become a fish or a grass at will. However, this rule has been coded in the place where I bask in the sun-even at this time, I am not allowed to go into the water without my own adult. Every time I was sent to Lao Mu's house because my parents were busy with work, I was locked in the gate with high threshold for most of the time, sacrificing damaged radishes, cucumbers and black dates.

I accidentally squeezed out from the crack of the door and sneaked to the river like a small piece of paper scattered by the wind. Take off your shoes, roll up your pants, put the subject in your pocket and wade in. A chill instantly passed from my toes to my heart, and I looked down to see my little reflection shaking slightly with the water waves; The moss on the stone is oily and swaying, but also slightly shaking, passing over the ankle, like an inexplicable loneliness, passing over the ego between the big world and the small world. Before I was six and a half years old, I would feel this empty melancholy, slight sadness and slight pain from time to time in my empty yard or at the night when I woke up alone.

This may be a good time to eat toffee. I let the white rabbit slowly release in the mouth like a capsule. Sweetness can cover up the innate melancholy. Just like the teenagers after that, they filled the gap of fear brought by growth with casual laughter, and then covered it with a layer, and the green hills could not be covered, and occasionally appeared.

Candy paper may be folded into a canoe or a swallow, and then disappear with water or out of thin air. On the other side not far away, a purple flower blooms in a trance. A girl came from the flowers, holding a handful in her hand. She jumped along the river stone, and the purple bouquet jumped, forming a parabolic wave and coming at me. She gave me more than half of the bouquet; I took a grasshopper out of my pocket, turned one of my subjects into a tribute and gave it to this strange queen who was half a head taller than me. We sat on a big rock together. She broke off two pairs of grasshopper wings and put them on our foreheads. She put purple wildflowers on her head and laughed at each other.

I forgot what I said at that time, but I remember that I was six and a half years old and she was eight years old. Both of them belong to dragons, and her name is Duanyang. Later, I guessed that she might have been born on the Dragon Boat Festival, hence the name. Later, I learned that her surname was Zheng. In this way, it is not an exaggeration to be Duanyang's name, even if it is not her birth name-Zhengduanyang was born in the middle of Japan, and everything is going well. According to the book, the Dragon Boat Festival is the day when all seven nights in "Black Dragon" get rid of earthly fetters and ascend to heaven, and everything goes well. This is perfectly reflected in Duan Yang. The dragon girl, born in Long Xiaotian, was tall and burly with a thick black ponytail. Her pink cheeks and loud voice all indicate her unusually strong and vigorous life.

These also make my old saying that girls should not be too big a paradox.

I was born in the Year of the Loong at the end of the year, and my grandmother was very upset about it. Perhaps in her belief, girls should be delicate and weak, so they are suitable for chickens and rabbits, but for large animals, especially the masculinity and weak vitality of dragons, it may be unbearable. All along, I have confirmed her concern with my illness. Full-term birth is less than four pounds; The next month, I got pneumonia in children, and I was all blue and had phlegm. It took a long time to be sent to the hospital to barely survive. From then on, the root of the disease fell, with a slight accident, fever and cold, no injections and no medicine for a month, and severe asthma. Because of this, my mother is instructed by me to change clothes one month later than others and wear cotton-padded clothes one month earlier every year. It seems that only in this way can I get more protection and less danger. Finally, at the Dragon Boat Festival when I was five and a half years old, my mother was really helpless to whistle with my lungs for days. She just took off my exquisite velvet trench coat and shirt and put on a seasonal Blagi. The miracle happened on the second blatch Day. My mother found that I had stopped complaining after work and there were no other bad signs, so she gradually calmed down.

However, I didn't let my guard down. I mumbled nervously that I had to drink a few mouthfuls of warm water before eating, and I had to make sure I didn't sweat on my head before going out ... but my old uncle, who is also a dragon, left it alone and let it breed freely. Holidays before and after primary school are often sent to the countryside, and they are often scared by all kinds of "magic" and are restless.

The sunshine of the Dragon Boat Festival was blocked by the shadow of the river bank, and fell on the white face of Duanyang. Sweat oozed from the tip of the nose and pink lips, and his eyes fell intently on the straw stalk in his hand. She wove a garland with these stems mixed with purple wildflowers, put it on my head, put it around my neck, and took it off and put it on my head, just right. Make another small one and put it on me. More sunshine will fall. In our crown, the purple gem will shine, and the time that flows away quietly will also shine. The crooked reflection reflected in the water seems to be shaken by the invisible hand and giggled.

My grandmother said that Duanyang's mother was from the south and was introduced to marry here. I guess only southerners will call the Dragon Boat Festival Duanyang, and only southern mothers will give their daughters such a name. Duanyang's father was an officer before he switched jobs, and he married Duanyang's mother for several years without children. Later, an extra girl from her comrades-in-arms family was adopted, that is, Duanyang. Duanyang has the strong body of northerners, while southerners have fair skin and fine eyebrows. Her life story is confidential, just like her impeccable health, no one has ever questioned it.

That summer when I was seven and a half years old, I was sweating like a pig, turning the buzzing sewing machine. While complaining that the sewing machine didn't play well, I tried to sew two pieces of red cloth together intermittently. This is her new spell. It is said that in that summer, children belonging to dragons should wear red shorts with yellow edges for seven days and eat a boiled egg for seven days every day to ensure that they will not be caught by the gods. Although I am close to making red shorts like a pair of sweatpants, and boiled eggs are decorated with patterns and enough seasonings, for me who is smelly and picky about food, red shorts and boiled eggs are still my natural enemies. Because of my nagging, I pretended to wear red shorts in front of her and promised to eat boiled eggs. She was a little careless, so I put a floral skirt over the red shorts and threw the boiled egg to the rhubarb next door. I don't know whether Duanyang was also under the same spell, because I haven't seen her since the summer when I was six and a half years old.

I opened the last piece of bubble gum in my pocket, broke it in half, put it in my mouth and gave it to Duan Yang. Duanyang put the sugar in his mouth and switched between his cheeks like a piece of fruit candy. I chewed my own piece for a while and blew a bubble at her. She followed my example and put bubble gum on the tip of her tongue. Blow hard, the whole piece blew out, fell on the grass, and quickly picked it up and chewed it in your mouth. We laughed again, and the whole Hetao trembled with laughter.

When I was 0/2 years old, my mother gave birth to my brother. I don't know why I dare not ask a fortune teller for divination. The news I got is that I am a rainless dragon, and my brother is a grass dragon used only when asking for rain in the countryside. Although they didn't make any achievements, they all idled around and lived a leisurely life. That year, Duanyang's foster mother also gave birth to a boy, who should also belong to the dragon. I don't know if any family members have divination for them. I only know that after having a younger brother, Duanyang's mother contacted her biological father to send her back. After seeing Duanyang off, the biological father and mother gave birth to a boy with the vacant fertility index. If Duanyang comes back, they will be designated as super-born households again, and various punishments and fines will follow. Obviously, they don't want to take such trouble and refuse to accept it. Duanyang, who was kicked around as a burden, was in an awkward position. He went out to work when he was fourteen or fifteen, and he didn't know where to go.

I left 16 years ago, but she must have stuck a cloud with nervous and inexplicable magic, which made me stable and happy in the world.

Today, it's embarrassing now. The zongzi used to welcome the Dragon Boat Festival reminds me of my sunbathing. By calculation, if she were still there, she would be 93 years old. Fei long and the girl born in the same year as me are naturally the same age as me.

From that day on, we jumped into different dimensions along the stones crossing the river, just like the purple petals left in the waves when I was six and a half years old, which have been swaying in time.