train from the ancient city slowly passed by, the watch in his hand was shining bronze in the sun, and his brow lightly glanced, suddenly mixed feelings.
He is a dwarf, his height is similar to that of ordinary children, and his face has left traces of years, and it is far more than that. He has endured more injustice, discrimination and burden than ordinary people. The deformity given by God makes such an adult autistic, melancholy, and empty in his heart. He lives on the edge of the world, lives in his own inner world. He could have lived a plain life like this. He could have let loneliness and loneliness accompany him through his life smoothly. He could have made the Golden Spike store in front of him a lifetime. He didn't know what happiness is, he could continue to close his heart and close his feelings. But now he had to reposition his life, had to meet the cynicism again, and had to slightly open his long-closed heart. But is it happiness or greater misfortune to greet him?
I remember once heard such words, don't disturb those innocent smiling faces. Those children who live in the mountains will live forever in their own fairy tales if there is no outside interference. They don't know the prosperity of the outside world, nor the sky outside, they just accompany the mountains and guard their own piece of sky. This is enough. And when you show them the colorful world outside, when everything is shining and desire is provoked, when the whirlpool of temptation is deeply attracted to them, material desires and false feelings have slowly attacked them. The limbs, and staying and spreading, finally become an eternal burden.
A man’s fantasy life begins in such a grocery store. He repeats his boring work every day, incompetent with the world, and gets along with the elderly in a friendly manner. The black and the dwarf, these two people abandoned by the world just depend on each other in this way. However, the fragility of life and the helplessness of life caused the old man to die after a dull "Lunch", and the "Nothing" in the lawyer's mouth undoubtedly announced the beginning of his new life. The white hut at the end of the winding railway was the only legacy left to him by the old man. This cottage pales in comparison to the distant villa in the jungle, and the man seems to have been used to being inferior. This is not just about the size.
The appearance of the following two characters completely disrupted his plan. Maybe he didn't have any plan at all, just let the inferiority complex firmly control the time and let the time tick by.
The optimistic Cuban hot dog vendor first came to his life. His constant chatter and smile on his face made him a little relieved, but even so, the pleasure only stayed on him for a few seconds. The appearance of Patricia Clarkson was quite unexpected. On the empty country road, his short limbs are so easy to be overlooked. Before the bereavement of the female artist has been healed, a hasty collision happened. Perhaps he did not realize an unusual life at this time. About to start. The second encounter is surprisingly similar to the first, but not as plain as the first. The slightly comical and mocking tone depicts the absent-minded hurriedness of the woman, while the eyes of the man escaping from the whole world are so fascinating. It was so difficult to approach that the woman's apologies were blocked by an invisible wall.
A man is always accustomed to walking by the railroad tracks alone, just like he indifferently refused the hot dog vendor's kind invitation, like his face wrinkled in a convenience store after being photographed by the owner like a circus clown, because He knew how uncoordinated it was when that mature face and young body merged into one, and the result would be like the little black girl following on the railroad in the film and fled hurriedly with a "Hi".
The third encounter between him and the female artist seemed very reasonable and smooth after the previous two encounters, "You are safe, no car.", I think we all smile when we see this scene, so subtle. The words will seamlessly connect the three encounters, and let the depressed air rippling with some relaxed atmosphere. A woman is also a closed person. The divorce from her husband and the inability to get rid of the loss of his son 2 years ago have been haunting his life. She hates the phone and communication, but she opens her heart in front of this dwarf who is despised by everyone, and pours out the inner world of a woman's injury. It is like a drop of clear spring falling in a calm lake, and the heart of a man is lifted. Little ripples. They have a common experience and a similar mental state, and it is this tacit understanding that makes listening so beautiful and refreshing at this time.
It is said that women who engage in art have a refined spirit. In fact, being refined also represents fragility and sensitivity.
The left cell phone was a clue that implicated the two. The hot dog vendor's enthusiastic visit made people feel bright and joyful, and his "instigation" and eager desire to communicate gradually opened the closed heart.
The fourth time I met in the library of the small town, the woman's kindness was rejected again. Perhaps the first encounter was mixed with sympathy, but now there is more confidant care. The fifth time was at the hot dog vendor’s dinner table. The man confided for the first time his wish to make a movie about trains. The woman carefully noted down and bought a camera to give him. Then came encounters, dialogues, exchanges and smiles. Men could also accommodate hot dog vendors to roam with him. The number of strollers increased from one to two, and finally to three. Afterwards, he was able to calmly walk across the small road on the side of the town to greet the female assistant in the library, and his happy smile slowly returned to the cheeks of men and women.
Until one day, the innocent and cute smile of the little boy in town and the playful football play reminded her of her lost son again. She hurriedly left, the liquid in her eyes spilled secretly, and we suddenly realized the sadness of the past. It can never be avoided and forgotten. It will always come quietly on a bright and healthy sunny day, a drizzle and cloudy day, when clouds pass by and a trace of rain slides by. Time will not take away everything, it will only keep the memory in dust, and the sealed memory will not deteriorate and rot. When we take it out one day, it will still be fresh and pure.
The days that followed were no different from happiness. He and the peddler would move around the whole town one high and one low, staggering high and low, rolling ups and downs with dense green trees, and the smooth tone made people intoxicated and tranced. He would share it with his companions because the female assistant in the library praised him as "have a nice chin". He would talk about love with women and sex with hawkers, but life is like this, you never know what the next step will be. It seems that when happiness is within reach, it quickly collapses, and its speed makes people not rush to guard. The car of a woman who drove by, turning a blind eye to them was a sign of broken friendship. The woman threw out 20 dollars and said goodbye as if she had never seen him before. Outside the bar, she was rudely pushed onto the car by her boyfriend, a library assistant, and screamed hysterically. "I'm not your girlfriend or your mother, and you're not a child, go away." He was thrown from heaven to hell. The hot dog vendor seemed to be gone forever because of his violent temper. All of this It is tantamount to applying salt again to the wound he just healed. After drinking to dissipate his sorrows, he couldn't bear it, grievances, injustices, anger, regrets surged up, pushing down the bottle, he stood on the bar counter, exposed his ugly body to the eyes of everyone, let the grief come more violently, he staggered Falling out of the bar, what was left was embarrassment and staring at each other.
The man is lying on his back on the sleeper, his ears are looming with the roar of the train, and the train that is approaching gradually pulls out its long roar. Poor man, you are still suffering all this quietly.
If all this is illusion, then let the illusion continue. If life can be repeated again, I believe God finally favored him this time, and God gave him such a chance to start again. In the hazy world, what was left in front of his eyes was the crushed remains of his pocket watch. He no longer needed time to measure his entire life. All the blessings and luck made him once again embark on the road of searching for a woman. The tough people should pay tribute to him, because the courage of life turns into strength at this moment to infect women and also infect us.
The happiness of the three people is also the happiness of the next station. The trajectory of the train is not only the railroad track in front of you, because it is always quite satisfactory and has not been changed by any car passing by, and the trajectory of the train is not just the chimney across the sky. The mist is left behind, because a gust of wind will make it disappear. The track of the train is the steps of three people, the steadiness of stepping on the sleepers, the moisturizing of silent whispers, and the chanting of memories. In the silence of the night, a sudden, the track turned into a bit of happiness, filled the entire space, I thought [Shili], drunk:
stream anxious to get to the ocean
tide was eager to return to the land
in front of white fence trees
had We waved goodbye so easily,
and after twenty years of vicissitudes,
our souls
return every night
when the breeze blows by and turns
into a
fragrance of the garden 04/05/11 19:27
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