It turns out that life is from being sick to not being able to get a doctor. ——Huang Zihua
Ceylon is like all young people in their early 20s who have just walked out of school. Idealistic, ignorant and reckless.
With my book "Wild Pear Tree", which is "different from other books" and "unique", I hope to change the world, and more importantly, change my own destiny.
Then, like most unfortunate young people. He was trapped by his family, trapped by the poverty of his family, trapped by a gambling father, and even more trapped by this hometown that he loved and hated.
Ceylon's hometown is labelled by everyone as a city above "that war site", but Ceylon feels more than that. In addition to the labels solidified by the outside world, there are more ununderstood truths, and even happiness in the daily life of this city.
He has ideals in his heart, but his eyes are high and his hands are low. Ceylon inhumanly seized the writer to criticize and discuss the truth of the writing, unaware that the writer had already surpassed the truth and returned to the ordinary, and was annoyed by his ignorance and arrogance. On the bridge, Ceylon had nowhere to vent his anger. He could only push the statue on the bridge into the river. After being discovered, he fled in embarrassment.
Ah! young people!
At such a young and frivolous age, Ceylon's unexplainable (perhaps nameless) anger was projected mainly on his father. He seized the reason why his father once gambled and lost all his family property, despised him, scolded him, dismantled him, and destroyed him (told him again and again that the well he dug was in vain; and let his father's favorite dog go) At the same time, he couldn't help but love him deeply, and he was willing to give his father the last of his money. When his father confessed to him the fact of stealing money, he was unwilling to accept and admit it from the bottom of his heart.
At the crossroads of life, one side is the great dream of a writer, and the other side is the real embarrassment of having no money to publish a book. He failed the crucial exam for assignment, and the barren, nameless homeland under his feet made him miserable and confused.
Eventually he raised the money to write the book and went to the cold north for military service.
A year later, he returned to his hometown and started a new life again.
However, this is the real life after all, and the cold reality of his affairs.
The owner of the bookstore told him that none of the books he had sold on consignment were sold, and that the family's hard-printed inventory was damaged due to the neglect of his mother. During his absence, his mother and sister hadn't even finished his book.
Ceylon, who learned these facts, talked to her mother as if nothing had happened, and there was no trace of heartbreak in real life.
Finally, Ceylon went to see his father, who had been retiring after retirement.
My father actually read his book carefully, and carefully collected the only report that he became a writer.
Ceylon, who had already compromised on the future, finally reached a reconciliation with his father.
Ceylon decided to be an ordinary man. Maybe people always come to a certain point and reconcile with the stubbornness of the past. Ceylon also understood the meaning of the never-ending well.
He decided to continue digging in place of his father.
There was another wild pear tree with a strange shape on the side of the road.
Strange Fruit
Jeff Buckley
Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is fruit for the crops to pluck For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop
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