Such a brightly colored drama tells the stories of a group of people living in that shabby, dirty, mixed atmosphere of all the low-level markets of China and the West.
The first one was a girl named Xin. The curtain opened and it was a light blue lake with dense water vapor. The sun suddenly brightened. The snow-white lotus rose high over the emerald green lotus leaves. The dark-skinned women wearing hats slowly Slowly rocking the oars, in the early morning light, plucked green flower buds one after another. They pick and sing, year after year;
"Women's fate is like raindrops,
some fall on the stinky ditch,
some fall on the rich man's pond.
" Master, like a demon.
The young Xin shuttles through the streets every day, selling fresh white lotuses to those who need her. Sometimes an old man praises her for the beauty of her lotus; There are still people who love life more than that; sometimes she meets an American veteran who was separated from his wife after the Vietnam War and travels across the ocean to find his daughter.
Xin spent her youthful days in such a life, and suddenly one day, she sang her own song while picking flowers.
Does anyone know how many rice paddies, how many
rivers, how many bays, how many layers
of white clouds, who can sweep the fallen leaves in the forest,
who can command the wind not to blow the trees and shake
how many mulberry leaves a silkworm needs to eat to spin silk and weave? A colorful dress...
The old women looked at this clear-eyed little girl with mixed feelings in their hearts, and Xin also saw the mysterious master who had been out of sight.
He was so ugly, disfigured by leprosy, crippled in limbs, banished and abandoned by mockery. He lived like a ghost in a deep old house. Xin found out that he used to be a poet.
Everyone has an unknown sadness, and the poet also secretly fell in love with the smiling woman on the river when he was young. He passionately fantasized about spreading snow-white lotus flowers all over the river, and then looked at his beloved's surprised eyes with pride.
Xin said, I am willing to be your pen instead of your hand that cannot write.
The poet said: The
moonlight, though so dim
, cannot mourn the pale pond.
I still find joy, I find in pain,
I see rainbows in the fading moonlight. Words and
words
are like struck notes and chords
vibrated. The melody of the beam of light
echoed in my abandoned heart
, reciting the poems buried in my heart again and again, and the old man gradually died.
Sing another song for me, the first song you sang, the one I love sings too.
"Who knows how many rice
and rivers there are in the fields, how many bays , how many
layers of white clouds in the sky,
who can sweep the fallen leaves in the forest,
who can command the wind not to blow the trees and shake
how many mulberry leaves a silkworm needs to eat to spin silk How many years will it take to weave a colorful garment
, the sky will make the ocean full of tears, how
many years will the moon become old
in the middle of the night, the moon will be waiting for
the one who stole my heart, and
I will always sing a song of joy."
She continued to sing And cry, and see him at last attain eternal peace.
Another woman, Lian, spends all day dealing with guests in the hotel. The thin and dark tricycle driver waited night after night in the corner of the door just to give her a ride.
"Don't think I'm going to do it for the rest of my life, I have my plans... Have you ever been in the Grand Hotel? The world inside is completely different, the people inside are not like us, walking and talking are different, the sun shines on them, not when they don't. We. We live in their shadows, and the shadows expand with each building. Next time you look at the people entering and exiting the hotel door, how many are like you? In the future, I will stay in that world and become one of them. "In front of the honest tricycle driver, the drunken lotus is a proud and gorgeous peacock in the night wind, like a pompous queen stepping out of the flashy world.
Sometimes, she would also say softly: "I remember wearing long clothes to school back then. There were rows of flower trees near the school. In hot weather, red flowers bloomed, and girls would wear flowers on their heads. It took a long time for the flowers to fall. Lucky If there is a boy who will send us flowers, we will put it in the book to commemorate the boy who sent the flowers."
She is still a young girl, licking the lollipop called Memories with relish. But there are so many desires, and such plain happiness is just the comprehension after the precipitation in the dead of night. At dawn, the colorful life immediately reappears.
Lian, who fantasized about marrying a rich man, was violently pushed out of a taxi by Prince Charming, and he threw off the banknotes and walked away. She raised her tearful face, and it turned out that she was still just a "prostitute".
And the driver, who had been watching her silently, silently accumulated savings, and finally summoned up the courage to invite her to the hotel to spend the night.
Look, it's another story about the oil-buying man monopolizing the oiran.
Ask her to put on the long embroidered silk dress bought especially for her, gently caress the small piece of soft skin behind her neck, and then squat down and watch her sleep peacefully on the gorgeous big bed.
——He didn't do anything, which made her panic.
"Why do you look at me, have you forgotten that I have been with many men. Ahai, open your eyes and see what the woman is in front of you, I am a prostitute! You are just my driver, that's all, nothing else , don't let me bear more than my load!"
His kindness made her start to hate herself, desire and ambition had drowned her so violently, but he could smash it so unmarkedly.
Then, she got heatstroke, and he scraped it. Facing her naked body, she remained calm.
The tropical sun shines through the door panels on the mottled floor, outside the door is a dirty and shabby street, the noise and dust of the trains pass along the rails in the middle of the road, and the noise of the city is one after another.
However, at this moment, they were silent.
There is also a little boy who sells cheap goods such as watches, cigarettes and lighters to passersby with a wooden box, and hides at the door of the bar in the rainstorm after another, shivering. An American veteran who has experienced the Vietnam War, living in a cheap hotel, gets drunk every day, looking for his wife and daughter whom he had abandoned many years ago.
Disappointed, he said to the child, now I am going to drink, this is my last day here, I will leave tomorrow and forget about this damn place.
At the last supper, the Vietnamese woman beside him put food into his mouth and wiped the corners of his lips charmingly. Suddenly looking back, he suddenly saw a young girl at the end of the long table, surrounded by the man's arms, feeding the man in the same posture, letting the man's greasy head arch in the neck socket.
He was stunned, and then the circles of his eyes suddenly turned red.
"I made a lot of mistakes when I was young, please give me a chance to correct it. I met your mother during the Vietnam War..."
They could finally sit in front of the small clean cafe window and chat, the daughter holding the white lotus handed by her father , a slight smile.
And the little boy Di, who was in trouble, met a little girl who was thinner than him on a rainy night. One buys cigarettes, the other picks up junk, sits on the floor of the mall watching TV, and disappears into the night hand in hand.
In such a hot and humid city, their lives are intertwined with each other.
Sometimes she was the flower girl and he was the customer.
Sometimes he was the driver and she was the one who passed by.
He is a passerby, A, B, C, D, and she is an ABCD.
They started and turned together, bumped and drifted away.
Xin sprinkled the white lotus all over the sparkling river in the gentle singing of the women.
Lian opened her eyes, dressed in a long white dress, and looked back abruptly among the red leaves in the sky, and took the book handed by the sea with the leaves in between.
Veterans and daughters cast faint silhouettes on the windows.
The little boy and the little girl walked through the cramped and filthy alleys one rainy night after another.
I have been longing to travel to that tropical country for a long time, from Duras to Tomas Wells, Anne, to a series of travel notes and memoirs, looking forward to seeing the blazing sunshine, pouring tropical rainstorms, women wearing hats in the bustling river Flowers were sold in small boats, and rickshawmen drove past the wooden doors of the tavern in the shade.
It was not until my grandfather went there one day that he realized that poverty and ordinaryness are the real world. People are mostly oppressed by life. As soon as you cross the border, many children in ragged clothes come to beg. Ten yuan has already made them a treasure.
We all want to escape our repressed lives so much that we always think that the distant place is the place where our dreams will surely come true. But in fact, there are those ordinary people who are suffering and struggling everywhere, just like us, they can touch the happiness of the essence of life by going through confusion time and time again.
Those stories happened in the hot summer, and finally died down when the early autumn came.
How many twists and turns will our hearts have to go through before we can find the peace and happiness that sees the sun through the clouds?
I like the blue sky with the rising water vapor in the movie, the windy lake under the sun, the red leaves flying all over the sky, and the smiling face of the woman in white turning around gracefully.
It makes us believe that there are always many anxious toss and turns in life like midsummer, but after the pain, there is always such a peaceful and poetic autumn waiting for us with a smile and a sigh: it is a
cool autumn.
At that time, we really grew up.
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