I want four original texts written by Chen Chen, the most novel, burying the garden in winter, sleeping in the lake with eyes, climbing the veins all over the sky and not dying in winter.

When blood vessels crawl all over the sky

Actually, we have no future.

Those futures that fly around, we found all kinds of reasons for its disappearance.

Cover up the deepest doubts

Refuse to admit its death

Tunxi is a small town in Anhui. Tunxi, which is rainy, is not the best time to climb mountains. I went alone with my bag on my back.

The bus runs on the Wei-Hang Expressway. The weather in midsummer is complicated and changeable, sometimes it thunders and sometimes it is covered with dark clouds. I sat in the last row with my backpack in my arms and my head in a daze, but I never slept.

By the time we got to Tunxi, it was all dark. This town is a bit desolate, and there are only a few people in the street. I groped for a small hotel in the old street according to the address copied from the Internet.

The old street is indeed "old", but there are few traces of artificial affectation.

Qingshi Road is so flat that the moonlight can shine on it. At night, the old street is quite lively, with narrow streets and ancient buildings on both sides. There is a red lantern in front of my hotel. Three or two ghosts are sitting at the door drinking beer. The proprietress is not enthusiastic, sitting at the front desk and slowly poking her nails.

Open the window of the room, you can see the faint peaks opposite, and the faint fog fills the air on the mountainside.

I heard the tinkling bell in a trance and looked down at the window. An old man carrying a pole selling Chinese medicine passed by.

The humidity in the room was very heavy, so I opened the window to ventilate. The moonlight is dim and fuzzy, like a thick layer of water vapor. Tunxi night always makes people feel hazy. I don't know whether it is the fog peculiar to the south or the rainy season in the south. The town became as trance as a memory.

In my trance-like memory, the scene in my mind is like a stage, and we are running and laughing on the set.

Where will you be after this summer?

The first time I went to Tunxi was with Ling.

He went to Tunxi to sketch art. Hongcun, Xidi and other ancient villages near Tunxi are excellent bases for sketch art, and they were the peach blossom source of Guzhen House before they were developed. Although it has been included in the world cultural heritage, there are not many tourists and they will not spend the night in those villages. As a result, at night, those ancient villages are still bleak, and there is no sign of being bustling because of the development of tourism. Only every household has a dim light, and the small light shines faintly on the moon lake.

It was an inter-provincial trip in May 2005. At that time, I had not started a long journey by myself. When Ling told me that he was going to sketch in an ancient village in yi county, Anhui Province, I volunteered to go with him. I saved money for breakfast for a month. After some efforts, my parents reluctantly agreed to give me four days off and gave me another 200 yuan. I didn't have a traveling bag, so I stuffed everything into my schoolbag. So I took the high-speed train with Ling for three hours with my bulging schoolbag and drawing board on my back.

We arrived at Tunxi in the evening.

This is an ordinary town with a modern flavor, and the only place with a historical footprint is the old street. Most backpackers come here for only two purposes, to go to Huangshan, or to Xidi and Hongcun. Tunxi county is just a foothold for them, and there is nothing to stay and play.

And I just arrived in a strange place, which is very special. Put the luggage in the hotel and go to the county seat with Ling excitedly. A small town that is not prosperous, but full of the atmosphere of the market. After eating contentedly in the unsanitary food stall, we returned to the hotel with great interest.

I stayed up all night, chatting with Ling excitedly.

I forgot what I said. I only remember that night Ling talked about his hometown, an ordinary northern town called Ganhe. The town is tightly surrounded by the vast Daxing 'anling Mountains, and there are shabby little green trains in the forest, which creak and transport wood every day. It begins to snow every year 1 1 month in the town, and the long winter will not end until next March. He seems to have said many interesting things that happened in the northern winter, but I don't remember any of them now. The only thing I remember vividly is that he talked about the children who were learning to draw in that small town.

They will take picture boxes to sketch in the forest. Every February, they get up in the dark at 5 am and then go to the county town together. It's freezing in the north, and they walk in a hurry in the early morning at MINUS tens of degrees Celsius, for fear that the paint will freeze into pieces and hold it in their arms.

For a long time after that, when I was in trouble and confused, such a picture always came to my mind. This is as real as the Focus Plane I saw with my own eyes-a group of children trudging through the snow with picture boxes on their backs and paints in their arms. Every time I see such a lens, I always wet my eyes inexplicably.

After staying in Tunxi for one night, we went to Hongcun by bus.

During the day, there are many tourists. Most of them are day trips organized by tour groups. The stone road, which was not wide, was bustling, and tourists flashed by with cheap flashlights. What makes me even more disgusted is that some tourists make a fuss when they see us sketching with sketchboards in the alley. I hate this kind of atmosphere, and I feel uncomfortable all over, so I put down my brush and dragged Ling to other places.

Hongcun is small, but the layout is reasonable. There are ponds and streams in the village, and the buildings inside are arranged in strict accordance with Yin and Yang gossip and Feng Shui, which is quite strange. Fortunately, this village has preserved most of its ancient buildings. The carved patterns in the corner of the ancestral temple are still clear. Ling spent a lot of time copying the carved patterns and smeared a whole sketch book in just a few days.

Only at night, as the tourists gradually dispersed, this ancient village far away from the city slowly revealed its truest side. The setting sun, like fire, dyed the whole village red. Clouds are as red as fire. I told Ling that the clouds seemed to be bloodshot. He said, no, like a vein, don't you see? They are all very active, and there is life flowing on them.

That sky, like a vein, became my deepest impression of Hongcun.

After staying in Hongcun for two days, we went to Xidi, an ancient village quieter than Hongcun.

We are still sketching in Xidi, taking photos, staying in local villagers' homes and making do with them for three meals a day. I didn't expect to meet three students who came to Xidi to sketch like us. Everybody talk about it. During the day, we sketch together, and at night, we walk and chat in the alleys of the village, big and small, and get dark together. We play in the moonlight. I played too much, took off my shoes and ran barefoot on the bluestone road, sweating and dragging Ling down the river.

The climate in May was not very hot, and the streams in the mountains were colder, but we had a good time and went back to our residence barefoot until our pants were almost wet. In the evening, the five of us lay in bed and chatted all night, talking about our lives, the past, the future and the scars of childhood ... In the middle of the night, we fell asleep unconsciously.

I just woke up suddenly in the middle of the night because of thirst, got out of bed to drink water, and went to the window and pushed it away. The fog outside the window is thick and hazy, and you can vaguely see the ancient buildings opposite. The lights are scarce, only the alley mouth is lit with a dim street lamp surrounded by cobwebs. Occasionally, I can hear a few dog barks, as well as the turbulence, wind and strange friction of the stream. In addition, there is no other sound. At this moment, the whole world is filtered so pure.

On the last day of our trip to Zhengzhou, Ling and I climbed Huangshan Mountain. We didn't go up the mountain until evening because we said there would be half a ticket after 5 pm. As a result, there is not only half a ticket, but also it is very dangerous to climb the mountain in the dark. Because the food on the mountain is expensive, we carry it on our backs with mineral water. When we reached Tiandu Peak, we were all exhausted. At night, the temperature at the top of the mountain is close to zero degrees Celsius. I'm tired, hungry and shivering with cold. Ling Ran went to the only canteen on the top of the mountain and bought me the only hot sausage with 10 yuan.

Haiyun Mountain Villa, the only hotel on the top of the mountain, not only has no rooms, but even beds are full. Ling and I slept in the narrow corridor of the hotel. Interestingly, almost all the people sleeping in the corridor are backpackers. I had a rest and felt a little better. I was very excited to go out with Ling.

We walked out of the hotel wrapped in rented military coats. This is the biggest fog I have ever seen. Visibility is less than one meter, and we can't move forward at all. In addition, the top of the mountain is complex and there are cliffs everywhere. But the strange thing about this dense fog is that it will disappear completely in an instant. The sky at the top of the mountain is unusually clear, and you can clearly see the long and bright Milky Way, and the stars and moonlight illuminate the road under your feet. However, for an instant, the dense fog came from nowhere, and the horizon in front of us was blurred.

At 5 o'clock in the morning, we followed backpackers to watch the sunrise.

Because the wind was too strong in the early morning, everyone sat together wrapped in coats. Almost every year, tourists are blown off the cliff by the wind. But after waiting for over an hour, we didn't see the sunrise. When we saw the sun, it was already high in the sky. However, when they saw the sunshine, everyone cheered excitedly.

At that time, I heard Ling standing by, whispering to the sea of clouds under our feet. The future is really beautiful. Fortunately, we are all here.

In fact, I was standing by and rolling my eyes at him. I didn't expect this guy to be so lyrical. Future? The future hasn't come yet. How do you know it is beautiful? The literary accent is really scary.

The week's sketching soon ended, and Ling and I went back to our original lives.

Only after the first year of high school, Ling went to the studio, and I stayed in the original school. It's not that I don't want to quarrel with my family, but I don't even have the courage to quarrel. When I opened my mouth and asked my father for 10 thousand yuan, and then left school to go to the studio, my father made an extremely contemptuous expression. He sneered and said, ok, I'll drive you there? His cold tone can't tolerate him.

On the day of school, Ling said to go to the classroom to get the book and left. As a result, the class teacher published the "Speech" of the new semester in the class.

"After that, I went to a science class. But when I arrived, Ling had already left and his desk had been moved. I froze for a while, and then went downstairs with a straight face. That sense of loss is like sinking into the deep sea and seeing people at sea performing their wonderful lives, while you are imprisoned at the bottom of the sea, unable to move or do anything. All you can do is watch them quietly in the abyss, getting farther and farther away from you.

But that summer vacation, I started a long trip alone.

In fact, a person's travel is far from romantic as many people think. At that time, there were no clear plans for travel. When I arrive in the city south of the Tropic of Cancer, no one will arrange accommodation for me, and I will not book a hotel at that time. For cities that don't know anything, they usually take the bus at will. I have no destination. I read red envelopes in hotels and shopping malls. Shu Xian is a secret. If I am satisfied, I will get off at the station.

At that time, I finally realized what loneliness is. Nobody has talked to you for more than half a month. A person walking in a strange city looks very chic and unique on the surface, but it is actually very embarrassing. A person presses the remote control impatiently in a strange room, and then falls asleep with his pants down. On the bus, the person sitting next to you is chatting happily, while you are looking at the same scenery outside the window stupidly.

Therefore, I especially miss Ling's sketch.

Later, many people asked me what the meaning of traveling was. But at that time, I really didn't know the significance of traveling alone. But I clearly know that I went to Anhui to sketch the future with Ling. It's for dreams. At that time, we had just set foot on the road of chasing dreams. Only later, in this chase, I compromised myself and the future again and again.

In the summer of 2008, all the dust settled, and I revisited my hometown and came to Tunxi again. At the same time, Ling has already started his journey to the north. Ling is right. He has a bright future.

I remember in a trance that when I came to Tunxi, I ran to the stream with my sketchpad on my back, and then squatted down to drink the stream. Ling frowned. Is it dirty? I refute him, pure natural, what do you know! As a result, the stream didn't drink much and the clothes were wet.

And one night after self-study in Senior Two, I rode my bike home. At the intersection, I saw Ling standing quietly under the street lamp. I stopped my bike, but I didn't speak. He came up to me and said, didn't you say you were going to the studio? Even the teacher has seen it. Why not go? His tone was as calm as usual. I faltered for a long time, squeezed out a sentence "I won't go unless I go", and then set foot on my bike and rode forward. Ling stood alone under the street lamp at the intersection, and we were getting farther and farther away.

At that time, I felt that our commitment to the future was as cheap and worthless as a rumor. We could say it at the wholesale price at will and then forget it without scruple. And when we said those words, we were clearly enthusiastic and firm.

I remember that we climbed Huangshan again. Halfway up the hill, I sat on the steps exhausted and told Ling that I really couldn't climb. I threw my heavy backpack on the ground and then opened the lid of mineral water to drink. At that time, it was getting dark and foggy, and the strange and chilling animal cries gradually echoed in the valley. Climbing to the top of the mountain to find a hotel is our only choice. But when people's physical strength reaches the limit, they will not be so worried at all. I squatted on the ground, feeling tired and desperate.

But Ling stands taller than me. He pointed to the distance and said to me, look, there are many people walking on the top of the mountain, as well as houses, launch towers and radars. I looked up, and it was still foggy in the distance, but vaguely, I seemed to really see the top of the mountain. There are many people walking there, cheering there, waiting for the stars to move, waiting for the sunrise and sunset.

Thank you, Ling, for showing me the future.

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