"The crown of the south falls and the tassels are formed by itself, the beams of the willows lie up and the shadows are vertical and horizontal. Sitting on the white stone to know the world, dreaming of the green light and asking how much more. The country is broken and the family is destroyed and the tears are dark. The old and the light. Yuan Wei was born ten years ago."
This poem seemed to be engraved in his mind. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, but Huainan still couldn't sleep.
Liliu jumped onto the desk, lay down beside the desk lamp and watched Huainan quietly. Huainan picked up the paper and looked at it. Through the light and shadow, he seemed to see Da Li back then
On the last day of his life, the Japanese army besieged the city, and the national army fought hard for more than ten days, but it seemed that they could not hold it anymore. The people in the city died and fled. There were originally six students left in the school, but two died due to artillery fire and bombing, and several other students fled the city with their parents, leaving only one thin little girl in the end.
However, the bombing before the city was broken that day did not even save the last child. The child's family members had died in the war. After Da Li buried the child, some fellow villagers persuaded Da Li to leave quickly, otherwise it would be too late.
Da Li put the last handful of soil on the small tomb, got up slowly and said: "The country is no longer a country, where can we escape to?"
In the air, Japanese planes roared past and dropped several bombs. The streets are full of panicked people, the city has been destroyed, the defenders have died in battle, and the tiger-like Japanese army is hunting and looting along the street.
Da Li stood quietly under the ancient locust tree for a long time, then suddenly picked up the drumstick, and struck the bronze bell vigorously, the knock was deafening, then he raised his hand and strode towards the classroom.
In the empty classroom, Da Li picked up the chalk and wrote vigorously on the blackboard, "Students, today is our last class. Today, we are going to learn a poem. The teacher hopes you can remember, always remember, this A poem"
More bombs landed in the yard, a corner of the classroom was bombed, tables and chairs were blown over, and Da Li almost fell down.
A Japanese army broke into the yard, and pointed their black guns at Da Li. Da Li kept his expression on, pointing to the poem on the blackboard and reading forcefully: "The country is destroyed, the family is destroyed, and the tears are dark"
The gun rang out, and Da Li fell backwards. He grabbed the desk and the corner of the blackboard with both hands, trying not to fall down so easily.
A Japanese soldier came up and stabbed him in the chest.
Da Li couldn't hold on any longer and fell down, leaving deep scratches on the teaching desk. In that last breath, at the moment when he slowly closed his eyes, there was an inaudible sigh: "Fifty years ago Yuan Wei was bornHate is not born"
When Huainan listened to Aji's narration, it was already evening, and there were some tears in the corners of his eyes. He sat under the ancient locust tree for a long time before leaving accompanied by Aji.
After tossing and turning all night, Huainan came to the school early on the next Sunday, which was supposed to be a rest day, and went straight to the back mountain.
Ah Ji said that Da Li's time is running out, because of the obsession in his heart, because of the hatred of the country's ruin and family death, it is difficult for Da Li to leave after his death, and his soul has been wandering in the school, repeating day after day The scene before death.
However, no matter how persistent the hatred and thoughts are, there will be a day when they will slowly dissipate.
In fact, Da Li himself knows that there will never be a student to listen to his lectures, the country is gone, and the students will never come back.
When the last touch of thoughts supporting this world is slowly dissipating, it is time to leave.
"The obsession that has been circulating for more than a hundred years, in this endless time, from hope to disappointment, and finally to despair, it is finally time to go." Ah Ji sighed, "It is helpless, but What can I do?"
When Huainan thought of what Ah Ji said, the darkness in his eyes made him even more distressed.
I don't know how long I waited, but Da Li finally appeared. Compared with yesterday's silence, today's Da Li was even more sluggish. He picked up the drumstick and rang the bronze bell, and said that class was over. He pondered under the tree for a moment, and then slowly moved into the Classroom, the silent classroom is still empty.
Da Li stood in the lecture hall and said slowly: "Students, class is over. Hello, classmates."
Huainan stood outside the classroom, wondering whether he should go in or not. Finally, he clenched his fist vigorously and told himself that it was okay. He walked to the door of the classroom and said straightly, "Hello, teacher."
Da Li was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned red, he hurriedly turned around to wipe, straightened his clothes, brushed off the dust, straightened his back, turned around slowly, and bent towards Huainan like a different person, saying: "Hello, classmate, please take a seat .¡±
Huainan bowed: "Thank you teacher." He sat down in the middle of the classroom.
Da Li picked up the chalk and wrote verses on the blackboard, it was the Yanyue Fu, just like what I saw yesterday, Da Li taught HuainanKnow this poem word by word, and read it sentence by sentence.
Huainan trembled when he saw Teacher Da Li pointing at the blackboard.
In a trance, it seems that I have really returned to the era of war and chaos. There are roaring planes overhead, shells falling from time to time in the distance, and people fleeing in all directions on the street. The sound of bullets, screams, and the cry of children, Such a chaotic world.
And only this small courtyard, this shabby room, and the sound of chanting under the gloomy ancient locust trees have become the only salvation in this chaotic world.
Huainan didn't know how many times he had read this ancient poem, until the hustle and bustle outside finally stopped, some Japanese soldiers broke in, they shot at Da Li, they stabbed Da Li in the chest
Huainan watched in astonishment, calling for Teacher Da Li, trying to push away those soldiers, but pushed them in the void, unable to do anything, and could only watch helplessly, watching Da Li fall to the ground, watching Da Li slowly Slowly closing his eyes, looking at the twitching corners of his mouth, he sighed lightly, "Hate, never born, hey"
Time seems to have entered the void, tick tock
Tick ??tock
There was a rustling sound, Huainan saw a wine jar rolling in the grass, "Hi." It was Ah Ji's voice, "Let's go together." Ah Ji asked Da Li who was sitting under the locust tree.
Da Li didn't seem to hear it, Ah Ji said strangely: "You are a bit strange, you have been sitting for a whole morning, and you haven't moved, what are you thinking?"
Da Li still didn't hear it, and Ah Ji looked at him sideways: "My name is Ah Ji, and I live not far from the front of the mountain. What's your name? Where do you live?"
"My surname is Li." Da Li finally said, "I live in the school."
Ah Ji looked at the black wall that had been burned by the fire, and said, "I can't live here anymore. I have two wine jars, so I might as well share one with you."
Da Li looked up at Ah Ji, "I am a teacher at the school, and I live in the school."
"Oh? Teacher. That's great. I've never been to a school." Ah Ji said, "They're all gone, let's go together."
Da Li got up and went to the classroom and said: "I am the teacher of the school, I can't leave. I have to go to class"
"Huh?" It was Ah Ji's suspicion
The light was slowly dimming, "Huainan, Nannan? Nannan?" As if someone was calling to him, Huainan slowly opened his eyes, looking into the anxious faces of his parents.
"Wake up, wake up." Mom said happily, holding Huainan.
"Doctor, doctor, the child is awake." Dad shouted out of the ward. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com