World in a period of time
In fact, early in the morning, at the Capital International Airport, when I was seated in the aircraft cabin, my mood was terrible.
The aircraft turned to the runway, the engine roared, suddenly accelerated, the wing flew over the ground, the green grass and buildings outside the window began to blur, the weight under the feet, I leaned back on the seat, put the fate again with both hands I gave it to others, just like when I was flying for the first time, my hands clasped the handrails tightly, like the two ribs of fate, until I took a cup of Huiyuan orange juice from the flight attendant’s hand, the sweat of the palm. Still visible.
I quietly wiped the sweat from my palm. This liquid is very obedient, silently infiltrating into the dry texture of the paper towel. There is no squeaking or loud screaming, and my heart is full of gratitude. I don’t remember the sweat of the palm of my hand when I was flying for the first time. I wiped it where it was, but it was definitely not on the paper towel, not on the trouser legs, nor on the seat back. I couldn’t remember it.
Every time I fly, I usually pick the position of the window. The position can look at the scenery outside the window. If you take off at night, if you have the right angle, you can see a thin moon in the sky and Black clouds are like thick clouds in the forest. More often, through the porthole, I can see the wings cut through the night, as I pass through the city, I see a pile of pearl agate, colorful and scattered, scattered on the ground. world.
When you check in at the counter and get a boarding pass, get a random seat without a window. I have nothing to say. I am a good person. I used to be angry with many things, violently, and argued, but in the end, reality tells me that it is obviously the safest way to live in peace. It is a noble choice to practice human beings to a certain realm. The nobles have epitaphs.
This is my boarding pass for self-service, and I still choose the window. An oval window, only three slaps, is so attractive that I choose it every time. I can’t break it, even if it breaks, my body can’t escape. Even if I have osteotomy, the moment I escape and jump, it is also the beginning of my death. The thin, opaque curtain, I gently opened it. I stretched my neck to the window and could see the scenery outside the window: the mountain river, the village, and the roof of the city.
I don’t belong to the meeting. That kind of person doesn’t like to talk to people in the neighboring seats. No matter the men, women and children, our destinations are the same, but there are very few similar interests. The process of two strangers trying to find a common topic always makes me feel bored and desolate. It is better to look at the outside scenery, and it is simple and straightforward, and the heart will feel relaxed and happy. People will always choose what makes them happy. In the already bitter life, they will not live too bleak.
After the green hills and fields disappeared from the window, I saw the magnificent sea of clouds. At that time, the plane was heading west, the white flower sun was behind it, because I occasionally saw its tiny gray projection slowly moving forward on the distant sea of clouds, like a newborn seal. Between the snow and the snow cover, I struggled to find a mother who shuttled through the cold sea.
Yes, the sea of clouds, frozen the top of the sea of clouds, the semi-circular hail, the size of each other, one next to one, flat and straight, extending from the belly of the plane to the distance, seems to be in the sun eyelids An art exhibition underneath is so impressive. In the vicinity of the skyline, you can see a group of towering glaciers. The edge of the glacier is a light blue dyed by crayon. It seems that a child who just learned to paint has been smeared and painted. I suddenly wondered if the child was chubby and had a pair of invisible wings.
From the top of the glacier, look up, on the sky-blue background, the child’s brush, draw seven or eight white, parallel to the skyline, each white end, toward the opposite The direction of the force runs, and the white twins are turned into slender white silk. One of the blue-grid, like the son-in-law’s sweat-absorbent towel, has seven or eight white lines on it, and it is hanging on the horizon. Just a few days after Tanabata, the Weaver Girl was tired in the sky. When the fingers bounced, she opened a blind and looked down at the thoughts of the Cowherd back to the world.
Clouds, glaciers, white clouds, blue sky, what I saw in my eyes, pure and beautiful, I can’t seem to hear the roar of the aircraft, I have been deaf, my figure began to leave the seat, floated out the porthole, stepped on one There is another floating cloud, if you are in the South Gate of Heaven, Tianbingtian will find me, waving a knife and a sword, wow, shouting, rushing to the sea, running over me.
In the sky between the plane and the skyline, there are countless clouds. There are some clouds, like the ivory shape, one by one, neatly floating in the blue sky, no roots and no home, no hangs, no drifting, no dissipating, people feel that they are still Become eternal. I secretly thought about it, what kind of careless gods, drunk the jade emperor’s wine, riding the beast mount, the white jade that the king’s mother rewarded fell to the clouds in the sky? I have been in the world for forty years, except in the museum glass showcase I have seen the wishful figure, I have never seen it in other places, including I look up at the clouds in the sky. Is heaven really good, is the land really good? If so, why are you all trapped?
My eyes once again fell on the frozen clouds. From the surface, they are like Xinjiang cotton that is scattered in the sky. If the jade rabbits are clinging to a group, they are calm, peaceful, and not arrogant. However, at their bottom, is there any thunder and lightning, heavy rain and hail, or the violent collision and entanglement between the clouds? But at the moment, I can’t see them, just as I sailed on the sea, I saw only the tip of the iceberg on the sea, but I couldn’t see the whole picture. When we meet with the huge, we see only a very limited part. In many cases, what we see with joy and pride can be negligible.
“No one, no one, no one, no life.” When I see everything, I can see you, and I can see you. If you wait in the Buddha world, even if it is a reincarnation in five hundred years, the world has already smashed the sea, and the Buddha is still waiting patiently in the clouds.
The top of the broadcast, the plane is falling, and arrived at Yinchuan Hedong Airport half an hour later. I squeezed a sweat for the aircraft that is about to cross the frozen sea of clouds, and even more beautiful in the sun. The sun has not fallen, the sea of clouds has been there, but I met them again, the old can only be my skin and heart.
When the plane landed in the rumble On the runway, large raindrops hit the window, making people caught off guard. From the airport, heavy rain continued, and the top of the head was covered with yellow and black clouds. It seemed to swoop down and swallow everyone on the ground, every tree, every building.
At that time, I looked up from the ground, and the appearance of the clouds was ugly. I took a taxi through Yinchuan, and the whole city let the machine dig into the face and claws. This is our fate. No one can escape. We all live in the concrete shell, and it is breathing dust and mud all the time.
I don’t know if the jet will affect the sea of clouds after the plane is in the air, and there are those who are unconcerned, only hope that the wind is stopped, the clouds are quiet, the peace of mind, everything is still beautiful. in. My mood seems to be getting better.
[Author] , born in the 1970s, Ningxia Guyuan, now teach in Beijing . Su Xi Tao Book, turn over the book. He is a member of the Beijing Changping Association. His works are published in newspapers and magazines such as Beijing Youth Daily, Book Collection, Years, Changping Newspaper, Yuanzhou and Changping Literature. In 2018, he won the National Medal of Excellence in the First Silk Road New Prose.