Suddenly I saw that girl, the one who lived in the Alps.
Wearing a little red jacket all day, living on a haystack in the attic. There is a small window in the attic where she can go to sleep after saying good night to the moon every day. At that time, I drank a large bowl of hot milk every morning, which was fresh milk squeezed out by the herdsmen early in the morning. My mother always forced me and my brother to drink a big bowl. But she was different, she drank goat milk, and every time she drank it was so sweet. I have never had goat milk. But when I saw her, I knew that happiness is when I finish drinking goat milk, wipe the corners of my mouth with my fingers, and say to my grandfather - I am finished.
The Alps are a beautiful place. The light wind blew the grass into waves, and the flowers all over the mountains swayed in the bright sun. The girl lay on the hillside, looking at the white clouds floating in the sky and the sheep scattered in the distance. She also wondered why Joseph always had trouble with the crickets, always jumping up and down to catch a few. In the Alps in winter, the snow is extremely thick, and I seldom go down the mountains. Only occasionally when the mountains are clear will I go down to the town to get some food. At this time, you will see a girl in a little red jacket running in this white world. Giggles echoed over the Alpine valley.
Joseph always liked to lie beside the warm fireplace, and there was always a crackling sound from the fireplace, which made it prick up his ears from time to time. After dinner every night, the girl would go to bed after hearing a story from her grandfather. And through the window of the attic, you can see the moonlight shining on the Alps, the white snow shining with silver light, like the stars in the sky sneaking down to play. She said good night to the moon again, and then went to sleep sweetly.
How can I see you again? I also heard you say: Brother, come to Snow Mountain. Come to the Alps. We can listen to grandpa's story together, and we can say good night to the moon together. But how can I travel through time. Back to when I was drinking milk? Time has turned it into a yellowed and curled photo. When I picked it up, time had passed. Your hand and mine can only hold each other out of thin air across time and space. Everything can only be a childhood dream.
I'm glad to see you again, girl of the Alps, and I hope you can say goodnight to me and the moon too.
(2009-10-28)
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