At dusk, I went for a stroll.
For months, it has been a busy time. But I never know what I'm busy with, every day, almost doing the same thing, almost saying the same thing, almost eating the same meal. Always feel that life is a bit monotonous, the mood is a bit lonesome. Perhaps, it is their own walk too hastily, so that the bottom of the heart vaguely has a big stone pressing the heavy.
The day is not good, cloudy, although it is May, there is a little cool chill.
Pace yourself to the Luding Bridge Square. There are a lot of foreign tourists in the wire bridge to take pictures, with the finger pressed cell phone or camera moment, I know, a young or old or handsome or beautiful face condensed into an eternal photo. Many years later in a dusk, they may be sitting in front of the computer looking at their own uploaded to the QQ space photos, perhaps holding a yellowed piece of paper to scrutinize. Then, they may recall the dusk shrouded by thirteen rickety chains and the standing of the vicissitudes of the Kangxi Imperial Tablet. But I know, in any case, their memories will not have a trace of me.
At this moment, who am I? What am I standing in this square? I do not know.
Slow and long with Tibetan characteristics of the music played, the square one after another people began to dance. It was beautiful string music, along with the music, many people began to dance. Here, it was a stage where everyone could get on. Men and women, young and old, as long as they like, enjoy stretching their arms, twisting their waist, striding their own pace, when their most beautiful dancer.
In the middle of the square, there is a seventy-year-old old woman, she is also dancing. Her clothes looked very old, she could not even step on the rhythm of the music at all, and she had to look at others to follow suit. She raised her right hand, then raised her left hand in a hurry, and then followed in an anxious circle, looking so funny, but even more serious. I observed quietly that none of the dancers sneered at her, nor did any of the spectators show the slightest contempt for her. Perhaps, like me, everyone was touched by the wonderful and natural attitude of this granny.
Who am I at this moment? And what am I going to do? Leave Luding Bridge Square, toward the "Luding Garden" direction slowly I, in the bottom of my heart silently asking myself.
Along the "Luding Garden" near the Dadu River railings of the cement path I continue to walk alone.
I saw a piece of emerald green vines covering the center of "Luyuan", under the shade of those green, there are still a lot of people dancing happily. I saw a pair of gray-haired old people, helping each other, trembling and moving feet, their eyes rippling with laughter, they let me speculate on the real meaning of "holding hands with his son", is not in such a cold twilight, in the heart of the memories of youth? I saw a pair of young couples, I was happy to walk past me, behind them, followed by a small snow-white pet dog, suddenly, ran to the front of them, looking at the two of them, happily wagging their tails, and I thought, young love, is not this kind of warmth and sweetness?
"Pop - pop -", "pop - pop --", from not far away from the loud and urgent sound, I followed the sound forward to explore, saw a few sixty years old 'old man, they are "Lu Yuan" at the end of the cement dam in the center of the play gyroscope. The gyro was very big, as big as half a basketball, made of iron, and was spinning rapidly on the concrete. Each of their hands are holding a rubber band, this is what they use to draw the tool of the gyro, they invariably straighten their arms, the band raised above their heads, looking at the gyro, one by one, pumping, pumping to the gyro body, issued a "snap" a loud noise, in the ringing sound after the gyro is also turned more joyful.
Looking at these self-satisfied old man, and then look at the center of the dam that nearly dried up tree, I suddenly realized: these old people, like those rotating gyroscope, that pumped in the gyroscope on the body of the loud noise, is not the cry of their lives and the power to move forward?
At this moment, I suddenly understand who I am and what I want to do. I am not also the old people with the belt under a gyroscope, although I can not help but endure life to me again and again beat, but after enduring great pain, I will make a crisp sound, and then continue to constantly rotate, dancing out of their own trajectory and wonderful.
When I went back, the streets of the small town had already started to light up with bright streetlights. The air was still cold, but it seemed to get a little warmer under the light.