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Joan turned around and pressed against his chest: "Then, you and that man on the road, what did you say?"
"We continued to discuss his previous topic. I asked him if he was a person with many secrets, because in this kind of deserted place, it takes a lot of courage to travel alone. He said: 'Compared to the lingering with a woman , I would rather enjoy the fragrance of cosmic things to myself.'
"When I left Dunhuang, many people looked at the mountains in the distance, and I watched with them. It turned out that on the sandy mountain, there was someone lying on his back with his legs crossed. People used binoculars and saw that his toes were still there. Circles in the airNeedless to say, I know it's him, the lonely and happy traveler. I'm touched. People are getting on the bus and leaving, the desert night is coming soon, which means dark, cold, lonely , and the threat of wolves However, he still does not move, still lying on his back on the top of the mountain, drawing circles in the air with his toes"
"Ah, there are all kinds of men!" said Joan.
"That's right. I think this man seems to have identified his own direction. This kind of man is rare. They think that as long as they follow their own direction, they can truly transcend death, misfortune and time."
"Is he taking a risk?"
Roz didn't answer. He looked at her beautiful face in his arms, like a white lotus in a pond at night in the south.
Now, she is awake, but he wants to sleep. Before going to bed, he has the habit of reading.
"Little mother, read to me" he begged.
"Okay, wait a minute. If you leave Haicheng, you won't know the time." She bowed her body and took out her mobile phone to check the date, but the phone turned off at some point. After she restarted the phone, the time when she saw the phone changed to 2007.
"Why?" she asked him, "If I remember correctly, today should be May 11th or 12th."
"That's the factory time of the phone. It restarted. You have to reset the date and time yourself."
She checked the time on his mobile phone, and after setting it up, she took out Andre Malraux's "The Sound of Silence" in her backpack, flipped through one of the pages, and read¡ª¡ª
On that night, when Rembrandt was still painting, all the glorious ghosts, including the ghosts of prehistoric troglodytes, watched the quivering hand, as they came to life again, or It depends on this hand to sink into the dream again.
And the trembling of this hand, the hesitating movement of which centuries have been watched in the twilight¡ª¡ªthis is one of the noblest expressions of human power and glory.
In her voice and breath, he slowly fell asleep, and his breathing gradually became low as the dream approached
A woman appeared in his dream.
The woman was covered with the kind of exotic flowers that can only be found in humid jungle areas, and she held a cigarette in her hand. He sniffed hard, but couldn't smell the flowers.
Obviously, the purpose of this woman is to seduce him. She looked at him with a slight smile, and began to twist her body, trying to make her waist and chest come alive.
Just like this, she twisted and approached him, her body, because she had experienced too many men, there was no restraint. She smiled without any restraint. Recentlyhe kept backing and avoiding.
She puts on various poses to show that she is so different from any woman on the street, in the alley or under the street lamp, she is more mysterious and outstanding than them. Her fingers spread slowly like those Bai actors dancing bionic dance, making various hints to him
"Who are you, goblin!" he asked her, "are you shyly? No, you are not, of course you are not."
The woman didn't come back, she just laughed and teased him.
Immediately afterwards, he heard the distant beating of drums chasing the woman, and Joan's cry.
Joan's voice is urgent, vague, and far away. What is Joan calling?
He heard it louder.
Joan's voice was more urgent, and a little desperate.
He didn't understand how this could happen.
He ran, but couldn't see where Joan was. There is music floating around again, it is like a human voice, and it is like a breathy saxophone, with a strange melody and no rules to follow.
All this left him at a loss as to what to do.
And the colorful woman began to dance beside him. From behind her, the earth emits various lights. He wanted to tell this woman covered in strange flowers that he was a man on the road who had nothing and could not be sure of himself.Sneaking in from the valley, thick white fog also surged from the bottom of the valley. He held her face in his cup before the darkness overwhelmed her, wanting his own body heat to keep her warm and fragrant. After kissing her, he saw the moon.
The yellow moon, so big, as big as a copper basin, which he had never seen before, rose from the lonely and ancient ridge, and then stood still.
The earth is covered with a layer of dim light.
The moon is moving quietly, and it slowly becomes crystal clear. The earth is brighter. Men and women seek stories and faces of the world, it seeks their stories and faces. On this lonely and mysterious journey, on the journey they don't know how to end, when others can't see them, it sees them and gets close to them
The old man who had been searching on the ruins straightened up at this moment and gave up searching. She turned and left, with her back to him, facing east.
The old man's body wrapped in a padded jacket is a bit hunched, but his steps are strong. She was shaking the prayer wheel in her hand, and said in her mouth: "Ama Mi Ma Mi Om, Ma Zhi Mo Yesal De Om Ama Mi Ma Mi Om, Ma Zhi Mo Yes Sa Le De Om "
(End of the book)
About the Author:
Xili, whose real name is Zhou Xili. His ancestral home is Chongqing, but he was born in Guizhou. During his studies in the Chinese Department of the university, he began to create literature and published works under the pseudonym "Xi Li". Worked in "People's Literature", "Poetry", "Star", "Shanghai Literature", "Poetry Monthly", "Flower City", "Works", "Zhongshan", "World Tribune" (Taiwan), " Literary newspapers and magazines such as "Contemporary Poetry World" (**) publish poems, prose, and novels. He has successively served as the editor of the "Huaxi" magazine of the Guiyang Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and the executive deputy editor of the "Guangdong Literature and Art Circle" magazine of the Guangdong Federation of Literary and Art Circles. He once wrote the prose column "The Ranch of the Soul" for Taiwan's "Yuda Weekly", and wrote column articles for Guangzhou's "Southern Metropolis Daily", "Guangzhou Youth Daily" and "Pearl River" magazines.
Won the Guiyang Literary and Art Achievement Award "Jinzhu Literature and Art Award", Weinan Literature Excellent Work Award, "Prose Poetry" Best Creation Award, the Second Prize of the First Southern Prose Poetry Competition, and the Finalist Award of the Second Lao She Youth Drama Literature Award (The only musical shortlisted in the country) and other awards.
In 1999, he joined the Chinese Writers Association.
Published collections of poems "Who is Outside the Window", "Xili's Dream Song", "Gentle Silence", "A Rose", "Xili Fragrance", "Selected Short Poems of Xili".
Published a collection of short stories "The Most Beautiful Memories in My Life", novels "Oriental Maximism or Pointy Leather Shoes", "Ye Lang Love", "Dream Woman", "Snow Robe" ("Snow Robe" is a Chinese Writers Association's key selected works, key publications of Guangdong Literature's tribute to the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China).
? Has published a collection of essays "Women on the Run" and a collection of essays "Cats Living with People".
He has published film scripts "Apple Orchard" and "I'm Not a Bad Kid", and created the musical "Nan Tian Lei Shen".
He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Biographical Literature Society, and a director of the Guangdong Writers Association.
Literary creation first-level writer.
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