Brother, at the moment, it is raining in my hometown. It has been raining for more than two hours since eight o'clock. The village has fallen asleep and there is no sound except the rain in Zhejiang. A refreshing breeze blew in from the window lattice, and occasionally one or two tiny drops of water fell on my face. Brother, do you remember my face? The face you once kissed. People say I am handsome, and my face is magnolia petals that can't be tanned; You said I wasn't ugly, and my face wasn't as black as magnolia petals. People say this to flatter me, but you say it because you love me. As a matter of fact, my face tannes easily. If you saw me now, you would definitely hold my face in your hand and say, "Yo! How did my magnolia petals become rose petals? " You say that because you love me. ...
Suddenly, we have been married for two years. March 3rd of the year before last was a good day for us. That day, the sky was drizzling and the air was fresh and fragrant. I didn't sleep a wink all night and got up at dawn. I didn't wash and dress, but I found all the shells, shells and pebbles you gave me and cleaned them with a handkerchief. I rubbed smooth pebbles, colorful shells and grotesque conchs, and my ears seemed to hear the laughter of the waves; There seems to be a golden beach before my eyes. I know that you are a soldier guarding the island, and you deeply love everything on the island. You think I must like what you like, so you gave me these treasures from the ocean and the beach. I have accumulated dozens of such treasures again and again. You have trained a girl who has never seen the sea into a sea fan and an island fan. Whenever I see those spectacular pictures and mysterious words in movies and books, my heart will tremble, because when I see the sea and the island, I will think of you breathing with the island. The treasures you gave me tell me the beautiful scenery and touching myths of their hometown all the time. Every night, I always have to touch them to sleep, and they will naturally enter my dreams. In my dream, I followed them to an unknown island, which shone like a diamond set in blue waves. ...
Brother, since I made up with you, I've been looking forward to one day earlier ... but you joined the army. I'll see you off when you leave. On the edge of the willow forest outside the village. You said to me, "Lan Mei, wait for me. I'll be back in three years." I know you are on the right path, and joining the army is a great thing, but your heart is always sour, and tears in your eyes can't be caught and flow down. When you see no one around, bend your finger to wipe the tears from my face for me. I really want to jump into your arms, but I dare not. ...
You left, you walked on the winding country road. You haven't been back for three or four years, and you didn't come back until five and a half years ago. My brother, I finally hope you will come back. People say that when a soldier is promoted to an officer, he will climb higher, but you are not. You are a 26-year-old instructor and you married me on the third day after you came back. Brother, I really appreciate you! It's easy to find a husband, not a bosom lover, but I found it. I am a Communist Youth League member, and I can't believe in ghosts and gods. But I want to thank God for giving me a good son-in-law. You said, you should also thank God for giving you a good wife. You said that it is not easy for soldiers to find a companion in the past two years, and it is even harder for soldiers who guard the island to find a companion. You said a beautiful girl like me could find someone better than you. I quickly put my hand over your mouth. I won't let you say that. I tell you, I love you forever, yes, forever! You said that you would love me forever, just as you would love that nameless island forever. After you put me on the island, you love this island more than you love me. If I were alone, I would be jealous. I don't understand why you are so fascinated by that desert island in the middle of the sea. I asked, "If I was in danger of losing this island, which one would you save first?" You said, "Island!" I am very angry. A living soul cannot compete with that rocky desert island. I cried, but you smiled. You smiled and said, "Silly girl! The island is the territory of the motherland, and loving the island means loving the motherland; Do people who don't love the motherland deserve your love? " I also smiled shyly, holding two tears.
That morning, just after two o'clock at nine o'clock, you came to pick me up by bike. I heard the string of bells you rang from a distance, as cheerful as a stream and as clear as a jade plate. You are wearing a brand-new military uniform with a red flower on your chest. Light rain makes your dacron uniform half wet, which makes you look more bonus, with red stars and red flags on both sides. Your face is covered with fine water droplets blackened by the sea breeze. I don't know if it's sweat or rain. You smile at me, you smile at everyone, revealing a white tooth, and the little tiger tooth on the left is shining with crystal light. When girls get married, they are greeted by a row of bicycles, and we are two people in one car. You carry me behind your back and I sit in the back seat with a blanket. I secretly put a hand around your waist and leaned against your generous back. I feel your warmth deeply, and my heart is jumping like a deer. My mother's house is ten miles away from ours. You rode slowly and turned to see me from time to time. Although the rain is small, it also drenches people for a long time, and bangs stick to the forehead. My shoulders and chest lumps are soaked, and my body feels very cold. I want to advise you to ride quickly, but I'm afraid it will spoil your fun. Suit yourself, as long as it suits your mind, what is my suffering? You came back to see me again, and when the handlebar was twisted, people and cars got into the ditch. I was lying on my back in the ditch with yellow mud on my pants, jacket and back of my head. The small baggage in my hand was also scattered, and pebbles, shells, conchs and eggs fell to the east and west. Very good! People always pick up brides on the kang, but you put me in the ditch. Your hand was broken and there was a layer of blood bead oozing out, but you didn't seem to feel any pain, so you quickly picked me up and looked at it in turn, as if I were a clay doll, which would break if I fell. I deliberately lowered my eyelids and pretended to be unhappy. You clumsily apologized to me and beat your skull again and again. Look at you, fool. I can't help laughing anymore. We began to pick up the lost things. Beautiful shells and pebbles were stained with yellow mud. I put it on my clothes and wiped it. Your eyes widened in surprise. I said, "clothes are dirty anyway, so these babies should be clean." You said yes again and again, picked up a tiger shell and put it on my back, which made people itch all over-you are so bad!
After falling, our mood becomes happier and our hearts become tighter. The rain is coming down, bright eyes and sweet mouth. I really want to stay in this unique rain curtain for a while, and you just guessed my mind. You said, "light light blue, the road is very muddy. In order to avoid falling into the ditch again, we should walk slowly. I'll cook you a bowl of ginger soup at home in case you catch a cold. " I said, "I'll do whatever you say." You smiled, holding the handlebar with one hand and walking slowly with the other. The path is winding and there are rows of slim willows on both sides of the road. The willows are half open and the branches are bright yellow. Our village is a famous Taolin village. From a distance, we saw a pink rose-colored cloud dissolved in the misty rain. Green willows, red hearts, drizzle, and the two of us are intertwined in harmony and harmony, and they are inseparable from each other. ...
You said that my hometown is beautiful, as beautiful as a gorgeous gouache painting; You said you would draw a drizzling peach blossom for me. You are versatile, you can recite poems and paint, and I love you a little superstitious. I am enchanted by the "Island Lan" you gave me. The rippling rosy sea, the rosy clouds where the water meets the sky, the purple Bai Ou hovering over the island, the mysterious island shrouded in colorful mist ... Although I have never been to that island, I know it very well, just as I know you. I have snatched the framed Misty Island from my parents' house (my sister-in-law is very unhappy and calls me an "outgoing girl". ), hanging on the wall of our new house. I embedded our wedding photos in the misty island. My neighbor's second sister, who studies art, said it affected the harmony of the picture. I said, "You don't understand." She smiled and nodded, "I see. I appreciate it from an artistic point of view, and you decorate it with a loving heart. This is not contradictory at all. " Yes, that's true. I did it out of love for you and everything related to you. How I wish I could lean on your shoulders and blend in with you in the haze of this island. ...
Look at me, you silly girl, what a fool! Won't you laugh at me? Yes, it won't. You said to me: "Light light blue, my silly girl, likes fantasy and tears, looks like a naive child …" You love my stupidity, don't you?
On March 3 the year before last, we became relatives. By the third day of March this year, it has been two years. However, our days together are only twenty days. I remember that after marriage, the dreamy days passed like a shuttle, the honeymoon was not over, there were ten days left in the holiday, and you were leaving. You said that a group of recruits had just been assigned to the island and there was a lot of ideological work to be done. You said that a soldier from Sichuan still suffers from bed wetting, so you should go back and give him "psychotherapy". You said it was time to plant new seedlings on those small plates on the island. You said that you haven't seen this island for 20 days, and you haven't heard the sound of the waves for 20 days. Your heart is empty ... Your family and neighbors are surprised that you are leaving. My parents said, "You are not the only one on the island …" The neighbor said, "Is my daughter-in-law not satisfied …" I couldn't say anything but stare at you with wet eyes. I hope you can stay for a few more days, no, one day ... you saw what I was going to say in my eyes, and for a moment, you seemed to hesitate and showed a embarrassed expression on your face. I'm not that stupid person. I don't want you to change your correct decision for me. The company needs you, and the island needs you. If you want to go, go, as long as you don't forget me. You hold my hand and say, "Thank you, my good sister …" I say, "Who needs you to thank me …" When I say this, I will drop a string of tears on your hand … I can't accompany you after you leave—my parents are old and I have to take care of them. That's it. You are walking on a country road shaded by weeping willows. When you come back, peach blossoms are in full bloom, like brilliant clouds; When you left, there happened to be a furry foam with a long tail hanging on the jagged green branches. You go for two years, two years is 24 months, and one year is 360. Oh, my God! Last year's peach blossoms were like clouds, you didn't see them; Peach blossoms are blooming like clouds again this year, but you haven't seen them. ...
You left with two bags of loess from your hometown. You don't want boiled eggs or fried peanuts. You said that the soil on the island is more valuable than gold, and all the cadres and soldiers who went home to explore brought the soil to the island.
You left with the loess in your hometown, which I installed myself; You left with my thoughts, which condensed in the loess.
You sent me twenty-four letters, and I read them again and again, kissing each other. These letters flying from the depths of the sea, with salty and delicious seafood, convey the attachment of the waves to the land. Why do the waves jump and wave their hands tirelessly like children? This is it pouring out its love and feelings to the mainland, I think so.
After reading your letter, I want to sit in front of you and listen to you. Your slender eyes blink wisely, and your chiseled lips move gently. You said that the wind had just blown for three days at sea, and the roaring sea stopped, which was particularly quiet and serene. The waves spread slowly on the sea one after another, just like a breeze blowing through a wheat field in May ... You said that when the storm rolled up on the sea, Unknown Island seemed to tremble. In the depths of the ocean, there are thousands of horses galloping, thousands of bronze horns blowing and thousands of cannons roaring; Five or six meters high waves, like rows of guns, poured down from all directions to the island, and just like countless claws of Warcraft, they tore the island into pieces and smashed it. They were desperately scratching ... You said that even in such bad weather, you still fought with your comrades on the computer, you kept adjusting the knobs of the machine, and the sharp eyes of electricity searched for the vast and high sea and air. You stare at the ups and downs and flashing spots on the screen. Those silver lines like wheat awns, some are echoes of rocks, some are passing ships, and you just want to catch those "sharks" with evil thoughts from these ever-changing lines. You said that in a sudden typhoon, the cement tiles on the newspaper office disappeared and the heavy steel frame collapsed like a kite. Two soldiers on duty were trapped in the house. You kicked open the window and jumped in to save them. You almost got hit by the falling precast concrete ... Seeing this, my heart hung up. I am really worried about you! Brother, you must be careful. God bless you. ...
In your letter, you asked me to collect dates in the ravine and collect raw materials in the field. You said that you should use these to treat the Sichuan soldier who just turned eighteen and suffered from enuresis. You said that he was entangled in this embarrassing disease, with a heavy mental burden, and even had some unhealthy thoughts. You patiently do ideological work for him, and you also put forward three requirements for comrades in the company. First, you should care about Xiaoding. Second, you should help Xiaoding. Third, you should not discriminate against Xiaoding. You let Xiaoding move into his dormitory. You put an alarm clock under your pillow and wake him up three times a night to relieve himself. You pull him to run in the morning to strengthen his physique; You told him Paul's story and strengthened his will. You told me that Xiaoding's illness was cured. You told me again that Xiaoding's illness was completely cured after taking the medicine I took. You sent me a photo of Xiaoding, with thin eyes and curved eyebrows, which really looks like your brother. He smiled at me in the photo, and I looked at my hand covered with small scars by jujube, and my heart was as sweet as honey. ...
The summer before last, you said that a melon weighing 100 kg was harvested in the vegetable field on the island, much like the stone mill in our hometown. Last autumn, you said that the soldiers went to catch crabs, and their fingers were caught in crab tongs. This spring, you said that when you were patrolling the beach, you found a big stranded fish and it took four people to bring it back ... Last year, you said you couldn't go home because the machines on the island needed to be repaired. You said again this year that you can't go home to visit relatives, because the company needs to educate people about life. ...
Do you remember what day it is? My brother, you must have forgotten. You can't forget only your island and your sea. Let me tell you, today is the third day of March, and it is rainy. On that day, the earth was moistened by showers, and I got your warm caress like fire and gentle care like water. From that day on, we were together like two drops of water. Today is the third day of March. It's raining in Mao Mao, but ...
The wall clock on our wall has just struck twelve o'clock, and I am still kneeling in front of the window lattice, watching the dark night outside the window, listening to the rustling rain, and the raindrops come in obliquely and fall on my face and chest ... Brother, what are you doing at the moment? Maybe you are patrolling the beach with a pistol on your back. There is a distant and mysterious darkness around you. In the distant ocean, the waves are obviously low, and the tide is licking the gravel under your feet. There seems to be countless little creatures whispering in the gravel. You turn along the beach to another cliff on the island facing the sea. You stand on a boulder and look into the distance. The distant sea glowed with dark green phosphorescence, like countless fireflies gathered there. There is a signal light flickering, and a thick layer of white fog surrounds it. When the beacon lights up, there is a well-defined halo flashing up and down, left and right, swaying on the sea. You have touched the top of the oasis in the middle of the island again. On the top of Ganquan, there is indeed a Ganquan with a thick bowl that you and your comrades found. Spring water is clear and sweet, which is better than alcohol. You said it was a miracle that such a spring appeared on a desert island in the middle of the sea. Since the spring was pumped out, flocks of seabirds have been attracted. Every time the island is painted colorful by the afterglow of the sunset, birds will board the ship, the cries of crows will be deafening, and the top of the spring will turn silver. You went to the top of Ganquan, and there was a sentry box on the top. It is Xiao Li who stands guard. He has a stomachache and is very weak these days. You push him back and stand on the sentry. The night is so deep, the island seems to be a cradle gently pushed by Mother Ocean, swaying slowly, and the birds that stay at night chirp in their sleep. Your slender eyes are shining with vigilance, patrolling everything in the dark ... the motherland, the island, you and I didn't sleep. ...
It is still raining. It's really timely. The cultivators are red-eyed for this. It hasn't rained a drop since beginning of spring. In winter, the leaves of wheat seedlings turn yellow, the ground cracks a finger-wide line, and even the small trees on the roadside curl their leaves all day and hang their heads lazily. My half acre of cotton seeds dried up, so I went to the river to draw water and water the flowers. It's a three-mile round trip from the river to the ground, and I have to run dozens of round trips a day. In this way, I have been picking for half a month. My plaid jacket (which you use to wipe the mud off the shell) has made two patches on my shoulders, and my tender shoulders have also worn calluses. The ground is really dry, as dry as hot bricks freshly baked. A bucket of water spilled on it and disappeared in an instant. The southwest wind is always blowing these days, and the weather is hot and dry. My lips are cracked with many small holes, and I bleed when I laugh. Fortunately, I'm not in the mood to laugh. Everyone looks up at the blue sky overhead from time to time. The sky is blue and clear, and there are no clouds in Wan Li. It's really disappointing. I seem to hear cotton seedlings groaning and crying for help under the weight of the soil, so I try my best to choose. If I can save one, then count it as one! My efforts were not in vain, and the seedlings of that half acre of cotton really grew.
At night, when I dragged my tired body into our bridal chamber, fatigue and missing came together, and I secretly cried several times. Dude, I'm really looking forward to your coming back. I don't want you to make money as an official, just for the reunion of husband and wife. As long as you are by my side, I am not afraid of being tired again. However, I know this can't be done for the time being. The island still needs you, and the company still needs you. I can't stop you. I have been hiding the drought in my hometown from you for fear that you will be distracted. I keep telling you nothing, everything is fine ... however, I can't help thinking about you. I often sit on the kang and look at the wedding photos embedded in Kirishima. When I make the bed every night, I always arrange two pillows side by side as we did when we got married. Yours is outside, mine is in the room ... I sweetly recall every detail of our being together. Every night, I review this lesson, and I am immersed in endless reverie every time. ...
This morning, no, yesterday morning. As soon as the sun came out of the mountain, it was covered by a gray cloud. As the saying goes, "The sun wears a hat and the rain comes." Sure enough, it was cloudy and the southwest wind stopped. There is moist water vapor in the air, which is sucked into the lungs and is very comfortable. I prayed devoutly in my heart that it would rain, but I was afraid to say it for fear of scaring away the clouds. At night, the clouds are getting lower and thicker, and there is a cool breeze and a smell of earth. Finally, at eight o'clock sharp, a strong wind blew, and the dark sky turned into a dignified lead gray. The young trees in the yard seemed to anticipate the coming rain and shook their branches and leaves excitedly. A bird flew past screaming, and then the rain fell on the ground. At first, the rain was light and gradually became dense. Oh, my God, it's finally raining! I jumped into the yard, lifted my face, opened my mouth and let the rain beat heartily. The troubles accumulated in my heart made the western regions run away at once. The rain is getting more and more urgent, and there are countless silver lines in the sky. It was dark. I secretly took off my clothes and enjoyed the rain bath. I didn't go back to my room until I was greasy. After drying my body, I didn't feel sleepy at all. The wind and rain hit the sky, weaving a dense net. A kind of melancholy and loneliness intertwined, hanging over me like a net. ...
Now, the earth is naked in the chest, sucking the source of life, but I am kneeling in front of the window lattice that keeps sending breeze and rain, enjoying the long-awaited rain, and finally getting the rain. This is a subtle and unpredictable moment, a complex emotion mixed with joy and pain. The young wife of a border guard who is closely related to the land is getting wet in the spring rain. I got a cold shiver. I'm afraid I'm going to catch a cold-I'm a little out of control tonight, excited and frivolous. I don't want to go to bed or pull a dress to keep out the cold. I held my smooth shoulders in my hands and curled up comfortably, like an ignorant kitten in simplicity and innocence.
In my previous letters, I once expressed my resentment against you. Please forgive me, brother. I did it because I thought you were anxious. You can't come back for the island company; I want to go to your place without leaving the crops in the field and my old parents. We stayed together for twenty days, only twenty days. ...
Brother, you once said to me, "If a relationship lasts for a long time, it won't last forever." . This poem gives me great comfort. We have twenty mornings and evenings, which is enough. In those more than twenty days, the love you gave me in various ways drowned me and a girl as simple and sincere as the tide. I sincerely admire your superb art of combining your love for the island with your love for your wife-if this is an art. You did all this naturally and harmoniously. Your body is doing its duty for the motherland, but you can still reach out to your wife's heart.
Mother just coughed for a while. Her old man is weak, but she still does housework all day. She loves me as much as her daughter. She always puts food in my bowl when eating. She often scolds you: "this bastard, this bastard, you haven't written for another month?" Then she pinched her finger and said, "Less than a month, 25 days ..." She often said to me, "Alas, this married child should not be a soldier ... Son, you are wronged and it is not easy to be young ..." This is really not easy, brother! But you are really reasonable, and I don't blame you. We lost instant happiness, but got eternal happiness. I hope you can chew those sweet old dreams that have passed away and look forward to the continuous development of love rooted in lofty ideals. That is the most unforgettable happiness. It is like a cup of bitter fragrant tea, an astringent apple and a bottle of sour orange juice ... Just now, a gust of wind blew through the yard, and the peach branches in the yard rustled. Peach blossoms are in full bloom. A few days ago, buzzing bees were flying around the yard. Because of the drought, these flowers also look haggard and withered. The rain came at the right time. Tomorrow morning, no, this morning, when the red sun rises, there will be a beautiful picture in the yard: milky wings and veils like cicadas are in the morning fog, green peach leaves are covered with shiny water drops, and branches are heavy and fresh. Flowers bloom and fall, but youth is hard to stay. The peach blossom is upside down, and the branches will be covered with foam, which is the crystallization of more abundant and perfect love for flowers than flowers. Dude, I'm sorry, and I hate myself. At that time, our love had given birth to a little DOG's son, but he fell off prematurely. Otherwise, there will be a copy of you around me. When I miss you, I can kiss him ...
It's almost dawn and it's raining. Raindrops fell on the flower trees, on the soil, on the upside-down bucket in front of the door, and rustled, dripped and tinkled together. I listened, as if listening to the ebb and flow of the island, as if listening to your steady and powerful heartbeat, as if listening to music from the ethereal.