Lantern Night

The grass-colored smoke in the curl of smoke, telling the hometown of a little human taste of the expectation of the soft wind on the face of the years wrinkled, provoking thin gruel into a glutinous. To prepare for the night, people had to put the scarlet sunset on their bodies, so as not to disturb the warm night.

After the old vermillion wooden door creaked and fell with mottled, dead-colored wood chips, the girl shook the dust off her shoulders and stepped into the inner courtyard with her skirt. An ancient wooden rattan chair lying in the middle of the ground full of bamboo strips, a piece of bamboo strips colliding with each other friction, crisp sound intermittent, seems to play a song so that the pistils are jealous of each other so that the people are longing. A pair of rough hands gave the soul of this fine workmanship, the hand of the owner of the old eyes have been mixed with cloudy yellow, but still carefully prepared for the coming night. The girl quietly looked, the old man's dynamic hands are weaving the beautiful bamboo strips, seeming to be picking an earthly sincere reunion of a feast. There is a lamp that can shine on separation, there is a lamp that can shine on the bridge of Naihe to look at each other's life and death. The lantern hanging next to the wooden door shines out lovingly, just because it gently collides with the silence of time, adding to the beautiful fantasy of the old man's hunched figure. The bamboo strips passed through the fingers, polishing and jumping, gradually breaking the dexterity of the hands. The lampstand was soon ready, followed by gauze, to wrap the thin gabions, in the stitching, the girl was afraid he would be hurt by the silver glittering cold needles, after all, this traditional craft, not today's plastic iron wire.

Nearby a round jade silently hanging in the high sky, like a satin-like soft light spread on the earth, such as frost beautiful, but not enough to light up the old man's heart lamp. He still lit the lantern in the yard. As if to pray for the persistent beauty of this long-standing devotion, he gently and carefully polished the old lanterns, filled with traces of the history of the candle flame open shi swaying, the old man grinned and continued to pour new life into the lanterns that will be distributed to each family. The girl does not quite understand, outside the window, the grass spreads, the fog is dense flooding, in the distance, the lonely Hong swept shadow, white cranes, the beauty is so, why the old man always like to stay here, and the bamboo strip for life. The fragrance from the households in the next courtyard, it is dinner time, I do not know when, I do not know who, drunk leaning on two goblets, closed eyes to listen to the breeze sparse leaves, people's occasional noise finally faded into obscurity.

The old man appeared in front of the people with a string of lanterns. In this town, people love to listen to the sound of rain falling under the eaves, love to feel the quietness and purity in the ancient lanes, children always love to laugh and play with the lazy leaves, and love to retreat from the sun, and moisten the mind at night. The flickering lights are the favorite of people here. When they see the old man, people are happy and smiling, they come forward to ask for warmth, talk about the family's daily life, and want the old man to be a guest in each house. The old man straight waved his hand, the body is not able to stay up, and have to go back to rest for a while. The next, on this long street, a little light rose, this is how a lively and warm scene, will be sentimental delivery, the moment, rustling wind, sparse shadow, mixed with last night's dream.

The girl's eyes seem to be full of stars, some ignorant mind instantly clear and transparent. There are many kinds of lanterns for the old people. The lanterns are for wedding celebrations, and the lanterns at night are for the reunion. Who is often awake in the middle of the night, leaving the candle flame empty, tears covering the withered old face, what is the heart of the heart? The girl vaguely remembered that every year, the town's gods will welcome the race, before the formation of the head will hang two lanterns, to worship the gods, but also the lanterns of the move, burning the wick inside, containing the meaning of prayer. The most unmissable charm is the nightly hazy lanterns, which seem to be surrounded by ethereal and dreamy wisps of fairy air, staining people's eyes with a fiery red mark.

The town is very beautiful, the night is very beautiful, the lights are very beautiful. The old man could not be seen.

The "rumbling" truck stopped in front of the mahogany door, a young man hurriedly carrying the old wooden furniture inside the house. The old man left nothing behind but his life's blood, the lanterns that the people of the town were so attached to - and now there's nothing left for anyone to care about.

After a wet rain tangle, the delicate flow of water rubbed the light reflected in the moonlight, the town is still so peaceful. The wooden door, which emits a gloomy, deadly aura, is no longer pushed by anyone. The girl occasionally passed by on her bicycle but will stop for a long time, and finally let the moss growing here wet by the wind and rain, only a silent sigh of helplessness.

Years later, she carried the yarn lamp, at the end of the road, the silence hidden in the mist, for people to find a little hope. The end of the song is not scattered.