[Prose] Tianquan County Fangkana Luchi ‖ Wu Jiajun

Tianquan County Tagoga Luchi

Wu Jiajun

The calm pond water is like a dream. There is a group of deer in the dream, running along the season. The rolling hoofs stirred the fallen leaves and the fallen leaves flying with the wild wind. The fallen leaves are also dreams, hiding the secrets of trees and growth. I squatted down by Luchi, my shadow was reflected on the water, and I became part of the dream.

Around Luchi, Gumissen, they grew from the back of the earth. This tree one after another is also an extension of the earth dream. I don't know what the dream of the earth is, but I know the dream is towards the sky. Those stout trunks and branches are both the bones of the dream of the earth and the tombstone of the dream of the earth -when I walk alone in the woods, I saw several dead trees. They were carved in the annual wheel by dreams. Become a hero who was defeated by time. I stood next to one of the dead trees and stared silently for a long time. As if to see the soul after a tree died, the soul had the color of clouds and the glory of the sun. I really want to turn around to hold the water in a pair of Luchi and wash my body for this dead tree. I want to wipe the tree body out of the color of the moon and wipe the bark out of the light of the bird feathers. I want to put a dead tree. Rescue.

To save a dead tree is a dream to save the earth.

Autumn dye Luchi (Photo by Han Yi)

Going along the woods, there are several forks. The trail is covered with yellow leaves, a thick layer. These yellow leaves are the coats taken off when they run away. They do not need to wear a coat to sprinkle the wild, so they take off their clothes and give them to the little ants on the roadside. I walked through one of the trails and saw a few ants trying. Looking at each other, it seems that several natural models are appreciating and intoxicating each other. I did not disturb this group of beautiful discoverers and creators.

Next to the path is a wide grassland. The grass is very shallow and shallow like the sleep of insomnia. I sat on the grass, as if in memories. I can't see the growth of the grass, but I believe that every grass is the capillaries of the earth. On the left side of the grass, there is a mountain spring, and the sound of the spring flowing seems to be singing. I closed my eyes and listened quietly. For the first time, I heard the sound of the earth. Sometimes rapid, sometimes soothing, the enthusiasm of spring and autumn, and the quietness of summer and winter.

I can't sit for a long time. I'm afraid I can't stand up again for a long time. I am worried that I will become a stream, or the appearance of a tree. I am not afraid to be a stream or a tree. However, I have neither the holyness of the stream nor the great shore of ancient trees. I have to go back to where I should go. There is a stream road in the stream, and the tree has a tree. I have my own path. We all have their own mission to be completed.

I got up from the grass, and the sun was rising from my head. It illuminated me and my dreams, also illuminating the water and the floating colored leaves on the water on the deer pond, and also illuminated the eternal autumn and autumn colors of the distant mountains. I stood under the sun, and I wanted to expose myself and expose my mood. At this time, I saw the shadow of countless sun appeared in Luchi. They swim in the water, and they turned the light into the texture of the water. I have never seen the sun washed by water, and I do n’t know if the thorn of the sun will soften in the water. I squatted down next to Luchi. I wanted to catch the sun ashore. I wanted to collect the light wet by water and hang it on the tree -like salamander like water grass. Then, make a match and ignite it. I eager to return the light to the light again, and I want to return to the earth that belongs to the earth. I want to return the sky to the sky. Unexpectedly, as soon as my hands touched the water, they melted in the water. What I finally saw was my own shadow, like a silhouette on the water. The blue sky is transparent in the distance, and my mood is also blue.

Suddenly, I found that I was too naive, and I always thought I was an idealist and a great "savior." I want to save a dead tree, want to save a grassland, want to save a small stream, and want to save a bunch of light. But in the end, I couldn't save anything. I am just a wild deer on the side of Luchi, and I am just the edge of the dream of Luchi.

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Wu Jiajun (writer, editor, has published many works so far. He has won the first and fourth "Bashu Youth Literature Award", the fifth "Bingxin Prose Award", the first "Zijin · People's Literature Star Literature Award", The 2nd "Silk Road Prose Award")

Supply: Ya'an Local Chronicle Compilation Center

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