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The complete solution of the first volume of the sixth grade Chinese textbook/

Cockroaches

Translated by Mo Yu?

After my father's vigorous and colorful period passed, it was followed by the gray period, which happened during this period. Long weeks of depression, not dull weeks of sundays and holidays, in a poor scene, under a closed sky. Father doesn't live with us anymore. The room upstairs has been cleaned and rented to a female operator. From the bird's manor, there is only one specimen left, and the skinned vulture stands on a shelf in the living room. It stood in the cool twilight coming through the open curtain, just like it stood before his death, with one foot curled up and posture like a Buddhist saint; Its shriveled, painful ascetic face was frozen with indifference and restraint. Its eyes have fallen off, and sawdust is scattered on the eye bags stained with tears and washed away by water. Only its powerful mouth, light blue, horny little pieces and bare neck make its old man look like a solemn monk.

Its feathers have been eaten by resident insects in many places; Its soft gray fine hair keeps falling off; Adela cleans once a week, sweeping away fine hairs and dust from unknown sources in the room. From its bare part, people can see clusters of hemp fibers coming out from under the thick canvas bag.

I have a hidden hatred for my mother because she calmed down so easily about her father's death. I don't think she loved him. Because my father has never taken root in any woman's heart, he can't blend in with any reality, so he has to float on the edge of life forever, in the semi-realistic field, on the edge of existence. He can't even get the death of an honest civilian; Everything about him is always strange and suspicious. I made up my mind to force my mother to have a frank conversation at an appropriate time. On that day (it was a dreary winter day, and the light was dim and diffuse from early morning), my mother was suffering from periodic migraine and lying on the sofa in the living room. ?

After his father's death, under the careful maintenance of Adela, few people came to the room full of festive atmosphere, which was impeccably tidy. Each chair has a seat cover; Everything must obey the iron discipline given to them by Adraga. Only a bunch of peacock feathers stand in a vase on a chest of drawers and do not obey the jurisdiction. Those feathers are dangerous and frivolous elements, hiding rebellion, like a group of naughty female students, with a quiet and serene appearance, but they will never stop being naughty as long as they are not monitored. The eyes on those feathers are always staring; They punched holes in the wall, blinked, shook their eyelashes, smiled at each other, giggled and were filled with joy. They are whispering in the room; They are scattered on the branch lamp like butterflies; Like a colorful group, they cling to old mirrors with no light on their surfaces, but those mirrors are not used to being so active and cheerful; They looked out through the keyhole. Even when my mother was present-she was lying on the sofa with a bandage on her head-they couldn't help themselves; They made gestures and talked to each other in a deaf-mute language full of secret meanings. I was annoyed at the teasing plot they planned behind my back. I put my knee tightly on the sofa where my mother was lying, absently stroking the soft material of casual clothes she was wearing at home with two fingers, and gently asked:

"I've wanted to ask you for a long time: is it him, isn't it?" ?

Although I didn't even look at the vulture, my mother guessed it at once, with an embarrassed face and lowered her eyes. I let this silence drag on for a long time, in order to appreciate her embarrassed expression, and then I controlled my rising anger and calmly asked:

"So, what do you mean by all the stories and lies you spread about dad?" ?

However, her face was first deformed in panic, and then it was peaceful.

"What lies?" She asked, blinking her empty eyes, full of blue in the sky, without any white.

"I heard it from Adela," I said, "but I know these words came from you; I want to know the truth. " ?

Her lips trembled slightly; She avoided my eyes and turned to the corner of her eyes. ?

"I have never lied," she said; Her lips pursed, but at the same time they became smaller. I feel that she has become shy, like a woman with a strange man. "I said the cockroach is true; You must remember ... "

I feel embarrassed. I do remember the cockroach invasion. The dark crowd was full of darkness at night and ran like spiders. All the cracks on the floor are full of rustling, and cockroaches suddenly emerge from every crack; From every crack, a black jagged lightning will be shot. Oh, I'm so scared, I stepped on a shiny black thing on the floor! Ah, those terrible screams from my father, he jumped from chair to chair with a javelin!

My father refused to eat or drink anything; A feverish blush appeared on his face; His mouth is always twisted in disgust; He's completely insane. Obviously, no one can endure such strong hatred for a long time. Extreme disgust turned his face into a stiff mask with a sad expression; The eyeball on the mask is hidden behind the lower eyelid, and with the enthusiasm of eternal doubt, it is as tight as a bow, waiting in ambush. He would suddenly scream wildly, jump up from his chair, blindly run to a corner of the room, stab with a javelin, and then raise the javelin. A huge cockroach has been nailed to the gun, and it is desperately twisting its complicated legs. Then, Adela will come to the rescue; She picked up Zhi Ding's javelin and her father's trophy, and put the cockroach in a bucket. His father was pale and in a trance. However, even then, I can't say whether these scenes were instilled in my heart through Adela's story or I saw them with my own eyes. My father has lost the power to resist; This power protects healthy people from being confused by hatred. My father is at the mercy of madness. Instead of resisting the great attraction of this confusion, he completely succumbed to it. The fatal result will come soon. Soon, the initial symptoms of doubt appeared, which filled our hearts with fear and sadness. Father's behavior has changed. His madness, his excitement, almost disappeared. In his posture and expression, some signs of ghosts began to appear. He tried every means to avoid us. He hid in corners, closets and under duvets for days on end. I sometimes see him looking at his hands in frustration and seeing black spots on his skin and nails, like scales of cockroaches.

During the day, he can also use some remaining strength in his body to resist and fight his infatuation; But at night, he was completely under control. Once, in the middle of the night, I saw the candle on the floor hanging over his head. He lay naked on the floor, covered with totem black spots, and his ribs showed a clear outline; You can see the bone structure under his skin; He lay face down, controlled by fascinated hatred; This infatuation dragged him into the abyss of complex thoughts. He crawled with many legs in complicated movements. This is a strange program, and I was horrified to recognize it as a formal crawling imitation of a cockroach. ?

From that day on, we concluded that our father was hopeless. He is more and more like a cockroach-he is becoming a cockroach.

We are used to it. We see him less and less. He will disappear for a few weeks and live like a cockroach. We no longer know him; He's completely mixed up with those dark and weird things. Who can say whether he will continue to live in the cracks in the floor or run around every room every night and do what cockroaches do wholeheartedly; Otherwise, Adela will find some dead bugs every morning, with legs hanging in the air and lying in the sky; She swept them into a dustpan and burned them in disgust. Will he be one of them?

"But," I said awkwardly, "I'm sure that vulture is him." ?

Mother's eyes peeped out from under her eyelashes and looked at me.

"Don't torture me, baby; I have already told you that my father has gone out; Travel around the world; His present position is a commercial salesman. You know, sometimes he comes back at night and leaves before dawn. "