Prose Appreciation: Memories of Old Houses

The cold is coming, and it makes people feel miserable.

However, the water at Xiaoqiao Ferry still does not freeze, and the depths of the valley are becoming increasingly deserted; I wonder if the cold wind still brings old news. In short, the cold is coming, and the cold people are pitiful. A falling heart, a lonely heart; I don’t know where to go, I can’t even find my way home. In this world, it seems that his heart is always an orphan. Finally, he decided to go home. Naturally, he does not feel the frost, and no one warms his heart. His heart was wandering alone on the street, looking at this strange world without any familiar faces, looking at the calm and monotonous colors around him. He couldn't even believe that everything today was because of himself. He shouldn't be like this, shouldn't have to endure all this, with his wandering heart still wandering and searching. Until a section of ruins, it was unknown how many years it had existed, but he still had an impression. Maybe this is his home. There was an old stone tablet in front of the gate of the ruins. He touched it with trembling hands and scraped away the ash that had already condensed on it; some words could be faintly seen: "Everything~~~ is possible~~~ legacy ~~~There is still home~~~”

He knelt down in front of the stone tablet, hugging the stone tablet and crying bitterly. Back then, it was he who used his wisdom and strength to carve these words, but now, everything has quietly left. Go without even the slightest sign. Crying has long been a habitual action of numbness, and tears have long condensed into a small ice crystal. He barely managed to stand up, trembling, biting his lip to hold back the pain in his heart, stumbled open the decaying and dilapidated door, and stepped in. There was no life at all, everything was deathly silent. The cold wind was so ruthless, arbitrarily manipulating the door behind him, but he no longer felt it. The spacious courtyard vaguely reflects the glory of the owner back then, but the moss-covered courtyard dam bears witness to the decline of the courtyard. The dead tree in the corner was once the hope he planted with his own hands! He opened the door and entered the old house, only to see the green moss on the ruined walls and the cobwebs sheltering from the wind under the rotten trees. The sky was getting darker and the wind was blowing louder and louder. Originally, he planned to take a look and leave, but he had nowhere to go, so he decided to stay and spend the night.

Gradually, the sky has completely darkened. He huddled in a corner of the old house, shivering and shivering. The wooden door of the old house flipped back and forth under the raging wind, and the cold air seeped in pervasively. However, he was extremely tired and fell asleep. The slight noise in the corner is the friction between the wind and the entrance of the cave. Rats disdain to visit the old house. Unknowingly, he entered a dream. It was a warm spring, the mountain flowers were in full bloom, the old house was naturally not an old house, the courtyard was naturally flourishing, and the dead tree came back to life. Everything was going so smoothly, ever since he placed the stone tablet under the tree in front of the door, he was brilliant. He climbed the mountain with joy to prove his greatness. When he reached the top, he saw the magnificent sunrise. Looking back behind him, he saw all the mountains! At this moment, I can't express my feelings, but at this moment, everything changed suddenly, the weather turned cold, everything in the wilderness withered, the sun no longer rose, and instead a dark cloud brought a strong wind, and the clear rocks under my feet were shattered, and I was dizzy. He fell into the abyss~~~

He woke up from his nightmare. On a cold day, he broke out in a sweat. Unable to stay any longer, he decided to leave, even at night. Before leaving, he decided to visit the backyard, where he had planted an orchid with his own hands. When he pushed open the door to the dull backyard, what he saw was that there were no orchids. With the faint light, he saw that it was a tomb. There was a stone tablet standing in front of the overgrown grave. There were some vague words written on it. He was about to step forward to take a look. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance. He raised his head and a weak firelight shone on him. Coming over, it was an old man who was getting closer to seventeen years old holding a candlestick. Through the light of these fires, he suddenly saw that his name was clearly engraved on the stone tablet in front of the tomb!

The old man did not allow him to question, and murmured: "He is dead, dead~~~" The old man ignored his presence, inserted the candlestick in front of the grave, and skillfully repaired the grave. The weeds on the ground walked away talking to themselves again, hunched over and trembling. He finally understood. Through the candlelight, he understood himself better and understood himself in the grave. He woke up and decided to leave. He had no intention of attachment. He decided to leave this place and go to another place. He was unwilling to do so. He prayed with his soul that when he sets foot on this land again in a few years, he will bring the pride of a few years ago, no, it should be said to be a brand new pride, the pride of rebirth, in the cold wind , he was relieved.

Without nostalgia, he stepped out of the threshold resolutely, without looking back, and left firmly. The wind ruffled his hair, and he faced the cold wind and left generously, "I will not give up. "He said to himself, "Finding myself" could not stop him. Under the night, in the strong wind, a man left resolutely, leaving only his back.