I once thought, even if people come and go in a hurry, why do people come to this world? Confused, who can reveal this truth? People always return to nature like fallen leaves. "Now we enjoy the sun and the moon, for the happy time together, for the shade, for the old people and children, for the colors of autumn, for the four seasons." After that, what's the reason for staying? "In the face of what you don't understand, you will be afraid, this is natural. However, when spring turns into summer, you are not afraid. When summer turns into autumn, you are not afraid. These are all natural changes. Why fear the season of death? " This is a sentence in the article that illustrates a problem. In the face of terrible things, don't be afraid. It is also like this: "When you face a terrible thing bravely, it is no longer terrible.
This year, I saw this article in the Reader's issue 14 and put it up. After reading this article in 2006, I felt deeply and wrote the last article "Parting". The "he" in the article is empty. No one is like that in reality, and I didn't send it to anyone at dusk. Pure fiction. Next, please read.
A leaf fell.
-Dedicated to all the children who have experienced Where Are You Going, the adults who don't know how to explain life and death, and all the people who survived the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan-
Spring has passed, so has summer. Freddie Ye has grown up. He is broad and strong, with five sharp points. In spring, he is still a newborn bud, emerging from the branches at the top of a big tree.
There are hundreds of leaves next to Freddie, all exactly like him-it looks like this. However, he soon discovered that no two leaves are really the same, although everyone grows on the same tree. On Freddie's left is Alfred, on his right is Ben, and on his head is the lovely girl Clay. They grew up together and learned to dance when the spring breeze blows, bask in the sun lazily in summer, and occasionally take a clean bath when it rains.
Freddie's best friend is Daniel. He is the biggest leaf on this branch, and it seems to come earlier than all the other leaves. Freddie also thinks Daniel is the cleverest. Daniel told everyone that they are all part of a big tree. They grew up in the park, and the big tree has strong roots buried deep in the ground. In the morning, birds are singing in the branches, there are stars, the moon and the sun in the sky, and there are seasonal changes. In any case, Daniel has a reasonable explanation.
Freddie thinks it's good to make a leaf. He likes his branches, his friends with light leaves, his home hanging high in the sky, pushing the wind he walks everywhere, warming his sun and sprinkling the moon with gentle white shadows.
Summer is especially good. He likes long hot days, and warm nights are best for dreaming. Many people came to the park that summer. They all came to Freddie's tree and sat there to enjoy the cool.
Daniel told him that shading people is one of the uses of leaves. "What is the purpose?" Freddie asked. "It is the reason for existence!" Daniel replied. "Let others feel comfortable, this is the reason for existence. Shading the elderly so that they don't have to hide in hot houses is also a reason for existence. Let the children have a cool place to play and fan the picnickers under the tree with our leaves. These are the purposes of existence! "
Freddie likes old people best. They always sit quietly on the cool grass, almost motionless. They murmured and recalled the past time. Children are also interesting, although they sometimes dig holes in the bark or carve their names. However, it is still enjoyable to see the children running so fast and laughing so happily.
But Freddie's summer will soon be over. One night in October, summer suddenly disappeared. Freddie has never been so cold. All the leaves are shivering with cold. A thin layer of white stuff covered them. As soon as the sun came out, it melted and became crystal dew, which made everyone wet. Daniel told them that they had just experienced the first frost in their lives. It means that autumn is coming and winter is not far away.
In a blink of an eye, the whole tree, even the whole park, was dyed with rich colors, and almost no green leaves could be found. Alfred turned dark yellow, Ben turned bright orange, Claire turned fiery red, Daniel turned deep purple, and Freddie himself was half red and half blue, mixed with gold. How beautiful! Freddie and his friends turned the whole tree into a rainbow.
"We are all in the same tree, why are the colors different?" Freddie asked. "We are all different! Our experiences are different, facing the sun in different directions, casting different shadows and of course different colors. " Daniel replied in his usual tone, "That's what happened" and told Freddie that this wonderful season is called autumn.
One day, something strange happened. In the past, the breeze would make them dance, but on this day, the wind tugged at the petioles and pushed them, almost as if they were angry. As a result, some leaves were torn off the branches, rolled into the air, scraped everywhere, and finally fell gently to the ground.
All the leaves are afraid. "What's the matter?" They mumbled, you ask me, I ask you. "Autumn is like this." Daniel told them, "The leaves should move. Some people call this death. " "Are we all going to die?" Freddie asked. "yes." Daniel said. "Everything will die. Big or small, strong or weak. Let's finish what we have to do first. We experience the sun and moon, wind and rain. We learn to dance and laugh. Then we are dead. " I don't want to die! Freddie said flatly. "Daniel, will you die?" "hmm." Daniel replied, "at that time, I will die." "When was that?" Freddie asked. "No one knows when it will be." Daniel replied.
Freddie found that other leaves kept falling. He thought, "This must be their time." He saw some leaves struggling to be torn by the wind before falling, and some leaves just put down their hands and fell quietly.
Soon, the whole tree was almost empty. "I'm so afraid of death." Freddie said to Daniel, "I don't know what's down there."
"It's natural that you will be afraid of what you don't know." Daniel comforted him and said, "But when spring turns into summer, you are not afraid." When summer turns into autumn, you are not afraid. These are all natural changes. Why fear the season of death? "
"Will our tree die, too?" Freddie asked.
"One day this tree will die. But there is something more powerful than a tree, and that is life. Life is always there, and we are all part of life. "
"Where will we go after death?"
"No one knows, it's a big secret!"
"Will we come back in spring?"
"We may not come back, but life will come back."
"So what's the point of all this?" Freddie continued to ask.
"If we are going to fall and die anyway, why are we here?"
Daniel replied in his usual "that's it" tone. "Isn't it enough for the sun and the moon, for the happy time together, for the shade, for the old people and children, for the colors of autumn, and for the four seasons?" That afternoon, in the golden sunset, Daniel let go. He left without struggling. He seemed to be smiling peacefully when he fell down. "Goodbye for a while, Freddie." He said. Then Freddie left. He is the only leaf left on that branch.
The next morning, the first snow fell. The snow is soft and white, but it is very cold. There was almost no sunshine that day, and the days were short. Freddie found that his color faded and became dry and fragile. It's always cold, and the snow feels heavy on me. Early in the morning, a gust of wind blew Freddie away from his branch. It doesn't hurt at all. He felt that he was floating quietly, gently and gently.
When he fell, he saw the whole tree for the first time. What a strong tree! He is sure that this tree will live for a long time, and he is proud to know that he was once a part of this tree's life.
Freddie landed on a snowdrift. Snowdrifts are soft and even warm. In this new position, he feels more comfortable than ever. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. He didn't know that spring would be followed by winter, nor did he know that snow would melt into water. He didn't know that his seemingly withered and useless body would make the tree stronger with the snow. In particular, he doesn't know that it is the vitality of new leaves that will sleep in the trees and the land next spring.
part
Midsummer evening, a sunset is falling in the sky, looking beautiful and moving. He's leaving, forever. Sunset and parting make up a sad picture. Everything is silent, as if everything around is telling something. They were speechless and seemed to be expressing something. In the sky, the setting sun sets a little.
"It's late, Tucki, you go home!" He said.
"No, let's go another way!"
So, they continued to walk a distance. Then they were speechless. At this time, the sunset was already at the top of the mountain, and the mountain held it up, as if it would not let it fall. The golden sunset covers every corner of the earth.
"Go home, time is running out, and I should go!" He looked at the beautiful sunset and said, "Why is beauty always so short-lived? It's fleeting. "
"No, beauty is short-lived, but after all, it was once owned. Although short-lived, it stayed in our hearts. "
Everything fell silent, and then a breeze blew, bringing infinite coolness.
"Go home, Tucki. I hope you can find your own happiness and bosom friend. I'm leaving. I will remember you. Don't forget me. Remember, somewhere in this world, there is another person who wishes you well. "
There is nothing to say to him. He is leaving. Today, at this moment, at this moment, he will go on forever, never coming back, forever. He will go alone. Although the road ahead is tortuous, he will go alone, unaccompanied, unaccompanied, and he will go far away. He really wants to accompany him, so he may not be so lonely, but he can't change it, you. "Silence again.
"Well, I'm leaving. You should take good care of it," he said.
"treasure"
As night falls, the golden glow stays on the horizon, they cherish each other, and then he leaves. There is still half a face in the sunset, and his back is getting farther and farther. At the front corner, he suddenly turned around, waved, and then moved on. Tears blurred his eyes. He left and never came back. Parting is always so helpless at this time, in the sad dusk.
The furthest distance in the world,
Not life and death,
The city leaves at dusk.
Although silent, but special ideas,
The furthest distance in the world,
Not life and death,
But in the back of disappearing on the road,
The most painful distance,
Looking back before dying, waving goodbye …
Hope to adopt
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