Meet a cat

First,? A white cat basking in the sun

South of the tall building, a corner of the city, pure white.

The extremely rare sunshine in winter after a long rain falls on you and in the gap of time.

In the afternoon, during a minute-by-minute nap, you stretched out your used limbs and your hair was dirty. You must have no one to take care of you. You must be lonely and tired. Did you dream anything? The merciful master is bathing you and giving you a big golden carp. Your snow-white fur is smooth and supple, and you fell asleep happily on your master's lap ..... so that after being disturbed by me, you just lifted your head slightly and didn't mean to leave.

You must be exhausted and need to enjoy this rare sunshine, even if it is dangerous to approach.

I took a light picture of you and looked at your narrowed eyes in a friendly way. Maybe I can help you take a bath, give you food and let you lie on my lap in the sun. Am I really sure? Perhaps, you have long been used to wandering in the rivers and lakes. I am a passer-by. If I take another half step, you are doomed to run away.

However, waking you up is already a great anxiety for me. Please forgive me. I'm always so curious and like to discover unknown things, such as you, taking a nap in the afternoon.

The elves in the city looked at me and the sunshine with fairy eyes. I gently ask you to shake hands, gently say hello, gently move your steps and exit the flower bed.

Dear friends, please continue to dream your unfinished dreams and melt all your fatigue and hardships in the warm sunshine.

? Second,? I call it Chang.

Shang Hu crosses the Moon Bridge. Through the dam in the middle of the lake, countless irregular waves spread all over the lake, and the visual effect is uniform and neat waves. In the waves, several wild ducks and hundreds of ducklings (water hyacinth in dialect, scientific name) are playing happily on the lake in the sun, and their number is beyond my imagination.

Outside the West Road of Ring Expressway, there is a short gap on the narrow dam between two fish ponds, which is covered with a rectangular steel plate. I went to Suzhou several times and saw an egret hiding under a steel plate with its neck constricted, like hiding under a gazebo. Occasionally, it carefully stretches out a slender leg and moves forward very slowly, feeling that it is testing the temperature of the pool water in early winter with its thin leg. On the way to Suzhou again, I turned my head subconsciously, but I didn't see it.

So will this stray little white cat named Chang wait for me at Suzhou Little Bund today?

A hasty trip, if I only go to a regular date, it must be romantic. Actually, it's not. We only go to the Little Bund to make a living, and many times we may not recognize me as a passerby. Dating is just my imagination, just like meeting someone in the red maple forest.

Often there, next to a narrow marble dado built inside the photography base, I fell asleep quietly and enjoyed the warmth of the sun. Disturbed by my movements, it raised its head warily and squinted at me, its pupil compressed into a thin line. Its limbs didn't move, and it didn't mean to escape, but I was embarrassed, narrowed the range of activities and slowly withdrew from the flower bed.

It's nice to waste Guang Chen in the sun like a white cat. It's nice to kill time like an egret under the pavilion, a duckling in the lake and a quiet maple forest.

Therefore, I am willing to date the egret, hoping to meet the egret every time, stop to enjoy the maple forest, or calm down and listen to the blooming of a flower and waste my youth.

They are taking pictures, the photographer is busy, and the bride and groom are smiling sweetly. Even in winter, Suzhou Little Bund is still full of scenery, and even wearing a thin wedding dress, my heart is still hot. Brilliant time is really beautiful.

Third,? be defeated and flee

For a long time, no one suspected that I smelled of cigarettes, no one hated that I smelled of wine, and no one complained that I went to various wine shops.

I'm sneaking into that strange mode again, and my voice is obviously bad. I still smoke and drink freely and talk loudly. I stumble and laugh in the street at night, facing the winter breeze.

Wake up in the morning, like a dream, except for a sore throat.

Cliff alley and narrow street, turn around and follow the ring river to Taian Bridge.

The river around the city is being dredged, and the water is about to be exhausted, revealing dense gray-black silt and sundries, as well as a few stout crucian carp, whose shiny black backs passively emerge from the extremely shallow water, shaking their tails nervously. Crucian carp is very big, it seems that there are seven or eight. When people saw it, they all went home with great interest to get fishing tools. Soon, they will become food on people's table, braised in brown sauce, or boiled in soup and steamed, although the fish in this river are likely to have a bad smell. Fish that are too small will be abandoned on the shore to dry.

The unknown underwater is beyond my expectation. There will be such a big crucian carp, which is thicker and silted than it is taken for granted. Then, on this day, the water is drained.

Being drained of water is like emptying my messy mind.

From the cliff head to the east end of Fangta Street, grateful life has given me an opportunity to slow down in such a short pace in the busy life, so that I can take this opportunity to relax and think about something quietly.

For example, there is a person who hates my drinking very much. I said it once. Why else would I get drunk again last night? I was drunk again, stumbling in the howling song of winter night, stumbling on the edge of a lonely city.

Early in the morning, the cold air stimulated me. I couldn't help coughing and vomited a thick yellow-green old sputum. Well, once a year, pharyngitis occurs again. My old problem will haunt me for a long time. Postpone, like my usual attitude.

Suzhou Little Bund often sleeps soundly in the old place, but I am no longer as cautious about it as I was when I first saw it. Whether I disturb it or not seems to have become less important. Always alert, looking up at me, I wonder if it can recognize me? But for the first time, it made an escape gesture. Does it often see my carelessness?

From an irrelevant stranger to a familiar person, yes, one day, because of my invasion, I often ran away.

Fourth,? changeful

I changed careers again and continued to grope in the rolling world of mortals. Obviously, you can rely on talent to eat, but you choose to sell your physical strength and comfort yourself with Ah Q thinking. If I don't go to hell, who will? I won't do such dirty and tired work. Who will?

So psychologically, I have a little more advantage than physically. It seems that doing such a low-level job has become a great dedication, which is enough to make me proud of this noble character.

Then, several years passed, and I never saw the white cat again. I see a pure white stray cat from time to time on weekdays, just like the cat I call Chang, one in Shanghai, one in Nanjing and one in Hangzhou.

I don't have the ability to distinguish a cat's face. Let's just say it's the same cat. They are all called Chang and often come to visit my long-lost friends. Or you can see white stray cats in different places when you think of Chang. Cat is a mysterious animal, with light footsteps and running for hundreds of miles. When I think about it, it appears.

Maybe there is another reason. Yanshi, where I live, has a slogan that I often come to Changshu as a business card of the city. This "often" is that I am deliberately narrowing the distance between me and a white cat.

This is just my wishful thinking. The world is changeable. In fact, I have never seen Chang since I changed my job and basically stopped going to the Little Bund. It is said that cats have nine lives, but in theory, the life span of cats is very short compared with that of people. In recent years, whether they are in a trance has become a relatively pessimistic problem.

I'm ready. The first time I saw this white cat, I knew that love was deep and shallow. Me and Chang are just passers-by. Whether we can meet again next time is an uncertain proposition. I call it constant, but it actually means impermanence.

Constant is impermanence, impermanence is constant, who knows? For example, is the white cat named Chang as good as before? Are you still basking in the sun by that narrow marble dado?

Verb (short for verb)? Meet again

On July 25th, I went to work too early, so I rode a 1 17 on the bus platform with my backpack on my back, and let it take me around.

On the wall of Ximen Pavilion, I met a pure white stray cat, thin but clean.

It naturally reminds me of the white cat under the Taying Bridge on the Little Bund in Suzhou. I met it a long time ago in winter. At that time, I always thought that cats were spiritual creatures, so I thought it was predestined and named impermanent.

Before I went to Suzhou Taying Bridge, I often saw the impermanence under the bridge, lying lazily in the sun, fat, dirty and inactive, just like my premonition when I renamed it impermanence. After that winter, I quit my job and went to Taying Studio, so the possibility of my going again is very small, and I may never see impermanence again.

Later, I forgot which season it was. I saw two white cats in Shanghu Street. They are dirty. I stubbornly believe that one of them is impermanent. In fact, the monk lake in Suzhou is nearly a hundred miles apart, and impermanence is basically impossible to cross.

Today, this thin white cat is much cuter, naughty and timid, and looks very young. Maybe it's impermanence. I waded through Qian Shan, lost a circle, went to the West Gate of Yushan, took a bath after several storms, and waited for a happy reunion with me. Then, if I get off at will and wander around at will, I have a solid reason. The sun is like fire, and the sky on Fuchengmen is blue.

If it weren't for the impermanence I once knew, how could it have such good patience and stop at the foot of the mountain to accompany me to walk so far this morning?

With the changes of the ancient city wall for thousands of years, the pavilion at the west gate of Eighteen Scenes in Yushan is no longer an old brick, but has been in the old position, enclosing a corner of Yushan into the city, and there is a saying that ten miles of green hills and a half enter the city. Nowadays, stone carvings have become pavilions, leaving only the old appearance.

Good. I sweated a little this morning, and I became much refreshed because of impermanence.

It turns out that it has always been there, not just a cat.

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