On a narrow and winding street, among many dilapidated houses, there is a very small but very high wooden house. It will completely collapse. All the people who live in this house are poor, and those who live on the top floor are the poorest. There is a crooked broken birdcage in the only small window of this room. It doesn't even have a proper cup; There is only one upside-down bottleneck, with something stuffed in its mouth and full of water. An old lady is standing by the open window. She just decorated the birdcage with chickweed. A bird jumped from this beam to that beam and sang vigorously.
"Yes, you can sing!" Bottleneck theory-it certainly won't talk like us, because bottlenecks can't talk. However, it thinks so in its heart, just as we whisper in our hearts. "Yes, you can sing! Because your limbs are intact. You should have experienced this situation: no body, only neck and mouth, like me, there is a plug in my mouth. So you can't sing. But having fun is also a good thing! I have no reason to sing, and I won't sing. Yes, when I am a complete bottle, I can also sing if someone rubs the stopper on me a few times.
People call me the perfect lark, the great lark! Ah, when I had a picnic with the family of the fur dealer! When his daughter got engaged! Yes, I remember that scene as if it happened yesterday. I have experienced many things since I can remember. I have experienced fire and water, stayed in black soil, and climbed higher than most things. Now I'm hanging outside this birdcage, hanging in the air, in the sun! My story is worth listening to; But I didn't say it out loud because I couldn't. "
So Bottleneck tells his own story, which is a very strange story. It tells the story in its heart, or it thinks about its own story in its heart. Birds are singing happily. Some people are riding cars in the street, and some people are walking in a hurry; Everyone is thinking about their own business, maybe nothing. But the bottleneck is thinking.
It's thinking about the furnace in the factory. It was blown into a bottle there. It still remembers that it was very hot at that time, and it used to look at the sizzling stove-its hometown. It really wants to jump back inside; But it gradually cooled down, and I felt that it looked pretty good at that time. It stood among a large group of brothers and sisters-they were all born in a melting pot. But some are blown into champagne bottles and some are blown into beer bottles, and there is still a difference! After they enter this world, a beer bottle is likely to contain the most expensive "Lacris Mai Christie", while a champagne bottle may only contain black shoe polish. But what a person is born like, his appearance will never change-no matter whether a nobleman is a nobleman or not, even if his stomach is full of black shoe polish.
All the bottles were packed soon, and our bottles were among them. At that time, it didn't think that it would become a bottleneck and act as a water cup for birds-this is a glorious thing after all, because it shows that it is still useful! It will never see the light of day again until it is finally taken out of the cellar of a wine merchant with other friends and washed in water for the first time-it is a very funny feeling.
It lay there, empty and without a plug. It feels very unhappy, what it lacks-what it is, it can't say it. Finally, it was filled with precious wine, plugged and sealed. There is a note on it: "superior". I feel like I got an A in the exam. But the wine is not bad and the bottle is not bad. A person's youth is the age of poetry! Among them are beautiful songs that it doesn't know: grapes are hung on the green and sunny mountains, and many happy women and happy men are singing and dancing. Indeed, how wonderful life is! In the bottle of this wine, there is now this beautiful song, just like the hearts of many young poets-they often don't know what they are singing.
Fairy tale bottleneck (2)
One morning, the bottle was bought. The furrier's apprentice was sent to buy the best bottle of wine. The bottle is put in the basket with ham, cheese and sausage. There is also the best butter and the best bread in it-this is what the fur merchant's daughter put in herself. She is so young and beautiful. She has a pair of smiling brown eyes, and there is always a smile on her mouth-a smile as expressive as her eyes. Her tender hands are lovely white and her neck is whiter. People can see at a glance that she is the most beautiful woman in this city; She's not engaged either.
When the family went to the forest for a picnic, the basket was placed on the lady's knee. The bottleneck protrudes from the sharp corner of the white napkin. The cork was sealed with red wax, and the bottle kept looking at the girl's face and a young sailor sitting next to her. He is her childhood friend, the son of a portrait painter. Recently, he got an excellent exam and became the first mate. I will sail to a distant country tomorrow. They were talking about the trip when the bottle was put in the basket. At this time, the fur merchant's beautiful daughter's eyes and lips did not show any happy expression.
The young couple are walking and chatting among the green trees. What are they talking about? Yes, the bottle can't hear you, because it's in the vegetable basket. It took a long time to take it out. But when it was taken out, everyone was already very happy, because everyone was laughing, and the daughter of the fur dealer was also laughing. But she seldom speaks, and her cheeks are as red as two roses.
Father has a bottle in one hand and a bottle opener in the other. Yes, it feels strange to be unplugged, especially for the first time. Bottleneck will never forget the moment that left the deepest impression on it. Indeed, when the cork flies out, it says to itself, "Jump!" " "When the wine was poured into the glass, it giggled once or twice.
"I wish the engaged couple good health!" Dad said. Always have a drink. The young sailor kissed his beautiful fiancee.
"I wish you happiness!" The old couple said.
The young man poured another cup.
"Go home and get married at this time next year!" He said. When he drank the wine dry, he held the bottle high and said, "In the happiest day of my life, you happened to be there; I don't want you to serve others anymore! "
So he threw the bottle into the air. The fur merchant's daughter was sure that she would never see the bottle again, but she did. It fell into the dense reeds beside a small pond in the forest. The bottle can still clearly remember when it was lying there. It thought, "I gave them wine, and they gave me pool water, but their original intention was very good!" " "
It never saw an engaged young man and a happy old couple again. But I can still hear their joy and singing for a long time. Finally, two farm children came; They looked into the reeds and found the bottle, so they picked it up. Now it has a home.
They live in a wooden house and have three brothers. Their eldest brother is a sailor. He went home to say goodbye yesterday because he was going on a long trip. Mother is busy packing up some odds and ends for him to use on the trip. That night, my father sent his luggage to the city, wanted to see his son again before he left, and said a few farewell words to himself on behalf of his mother. There was still a bottle of medicated wine in the luggage when the children happened to come in with the bigger bottle they found. Compared with that small bottle, this bottle can hold more wine, and it is also a good shochu for treating indigestion. It is made of herbs.
Fairy tale bottleneck (3)
The bottle is not as good red wine as before, but bitter medicinal liquor, but sometimes it is good-good for stomachache. What will be put in the suitcase now is this new big bottle, not the original small bottle. So the bottle began to travel again. It got on the boat with Peter Feast. This is the ship on which the young first mate took the boat. But he didn't see the bottle. Indeed, he won't know or think that this is the bottle that once poured wine to wish him an engagement and a safe return to China.
Of course there is no good wine in it, but it still contains the same good things. Whenever Peter Feast takes it out, his friends always call it a "drugstore". There is a good medicine in it-medicine for abdominal pain. As long as there is one drop, it is always useful. He should be happy. When the plug rubs it, it will sing. Therefore, it is called "Big Lark-Peter's Lark".
Long years have passed. The bottle is empty in the corner. At this time, something happened-whether it was on the voyage or on the way home, it was not clear, because it had never landed. The storm is coming, the waves are rough and the ship is bumping. The main mast is broken; The huge waves washed away the boards; The water pump is dead now. It's a dark night. The ship is sinking. But at the last minute, the young first mate wrote the following words on a page: "May Jesus bless! We are going to sink now! " He wrote down his fiancee's name, as well as his own name and the name of the boat. He stuffed the note into the empty bottle at hand, then stuffed it and threw it into the rough sea. He didn't know that it had poured out the wine of happiness and hope for him and her. Now it is drifting in the waves with his blessing and the blessing of death.
The ship sank, and so did the crew. The bottle flies like a bird, because there is a heart and a dear letter in its body; The sun rises and sets. For the bottle, it is like the red melting pot it saw when it was born-how much it wishes it could jump in again!
It has experienced sunny weather and new storms. But it didn't hit a rock, nor was it swallowed by any shark. It has been drifting for many years, sometimes drifting north and sometimes drifting south, completely controlled by the direction of the waves. In addition, it can also be considered as independent; But sometimes one does not get tired of this freedom.
That note-that note representing the last farewell of lovers and fiancee, if it can reach her, will only bring her sadness; But what about the hands who used to spread the tablecloth on the new grass in the Woods on the day of engagement? Where is the fur dealer's daughter? Yes, that land, where is the nearest land to her residence? The bottle has no idea; It is drifting forward, drifting; Finally, I got tired of wandering, because wandering is not the purpose of life. But it had to drift until it finally reached land-a strange land. It doesn't understand a word people say here, because this is not the language it has heard before. Not knowing the local language is a great loss for a person.
The bottle was picked up and checked. The note inside was also found, taken out and read again and again, but no one could understand the words written on it. They knew that the bottle must have been thrown from the boat-something like this must have been written on the note. But what is written on the paper? This question is a mystery. So the note was stuffed into the bottle again, and the bottle was put into a big cupboard. They are all in a big room in a big house now.
Every time a stranger visits, he takes out the note and reads it over and over again, making the handwriting written in pencil more blurred, and finally no one can read the letters on it clearly.
The bottle stayed in the cupboard for a year, and then it was put in the storage room on the top floor, covered with dust and cobwebs. So it remembered its happy time, its pouring red wine in the Woods, and its drifting at sea with a secret, a word and a parting sigh.
It stayed on the top floor for 20 years. If the house had not been rebuilt, it might have stayed longer. The roof was torn down and the bottle was found. Everyone is talking about it, but it doesn't understand them, because a person locked in the attic will never learn a language, even if he stays for 20 years.
"If I lived in the room below," thought the bottle, "I might have learned this language!"
It has been washed now. This is really necessary. It feels great, really rejuvenated. But the note it brought so faithfully has been destroyed in the washing.
The bottle is full of seeds: it doesn't know what seeds they are. It was stuffed and wrapped. It can't see lanterns and candles, let alone the moon and the sun. But it believes that when a person travels, he should see something. But it didn't see anything, but it finally did the most important thing-it traveled to its destination and was taken out of its bag.
Fairy tale bottleneck (4)
"How troublesome it would be for those foreigners to pack this bottle!" It heard people say; "It should have been damaged long ago." But it's not damaged.
The bottle now knows everything people say: this is the only dear language it can hear in the furnace, in the wine merchant's shop, in the Woods and on the boat. It has now returned to its hometown. For it, this language is a welcome gesture. For a moment's pleasure, it wants to jump out of people's hands before it feels it, unplug it, pour out its contents, send it to the basement, stay there and be forgotten.
There is no place like home, even in the basement! The bottle never thought about staying here for long: because it feels comfortable here, it has been lying here for many years. Finally, people went to the basement and removed all the bottles-including this one.
There is a grand celebration in the garden. Shining lights hang like garlands; Paper lanterns sparkle like big transparent tulips. It's a beautiful night. It's sunny and the stars are shining. This is the time of the first quarter moon; But in fact, the whole moon appears, just like a dark gray disk with a half-circle golden border on it-this is a beautiful sight for people with good eyes.
Lights even illuminate the most secluded path in the garden: at least, they can help people find their way. There are many bottles among the leaves on the fence, and there is a lamp in each bottle. The bottles we are familiar with are among them. It is destined to become a bottleneck one day, a small cup that birds drink.
But for a while, it felt that everything was wonderful: it returned to the green forest and enjoyed the scene of joy and celebration again. It hears songs and music, as well as many people's voices and whispers-especially in the garden, where glass lamps and paper lanterns of different colors are lit. It stands far away on a small road, not bad at all, but this is what makes people feel great. There is fire in the bottle, which is both practical and beautiful. This is of course right. Such an hour can make it forget the 20 years it spent on the top floor-forgetting is also good.
Two people walked by. They are arm in arm, just like an engaged couple in that forest many years ago-the daughters of sailors and fur traders. The bottle seems to have returned to that scene. Not only guests walk in the garden, but also many others come here to visit this beautiful scenery. Among these people is an old lady. She has no relatives, but she has no friends.
Like this bottle, she is also missing the green forest, the engaged young couple. This young couple is related to her and has a close relationship with her, because she is one of them. This is the happiest moment in her life-a moment that one will never forget, even if she becomes such an old lady. But she doesn't know the bottle, and the bottle doesn't know her; In this world, we just pass by and meet again and again. That's what they do. They are in the same city now.
The bottle went from this garden to a wine merchant's shop. It was filled with wine again and sold to a pilot. Next Sunday, the man will fly into the sky by balloon. A large crowd came to watch the scene; There are also many arrangements such as military bands. The bottle in the basket and a live rabbit saw the whole scene. The rabbit is very scared because it knows that it will rise into the air and then fall with a parachute. But the bottle knows nothing about "rising" and "falling"; It only sees the balloon getting bigger and bigger. When it can't get any bigger, it starts to rise, rising higher and higher, surging. The rope that tied it was cut at this moment. So it sailed with the pilot, basket, bottle and rabbit. The music started and everyone shouted, "OK!"
Fairy tale bottleneck (5)
"It's wonderful to sail in the air like this!" The bottle thought. "This is a new type of navigation; Anyway, you can't touch any reefs on it. "
Thousands of people are watching this balloon. The old lady also looked up at it. She stood in a window on the top floor. There is a birdcage hanging here, and there is a pale bird in it. It doesn't have a cup yet, so at present it can only be satisfied with using an old cup. There is a pot of myrtle on the window. The old lady moved it aside to prevent it from falling, because she was about to stick her head out of the window to see it. She clearly saw the pilot in the balloon, saw him let the rabbit fall with the parachute, saw him toast the audience, and finally threw the bottle into the air. Unexpectedly, when she was young, on that happy day in the green forest, she had seen the bottle that had been thrown into the air to celebrate her and her boyfriend.
The bottle had no time to think about anything, because it suddenly rose to the peak of such a life, and it was simply shocked. The tower and roof of the church are far below, and the crowd looks small.
At this time, it began to decline, and the speed of decline was much faster than that of rabbits. The bottle turned over several times in the air, feeling very young and free. There is still half a bottle of wine in it, although it won't last long. This is really a magical trip! The sun shines on the bottle; A lot of people are watching. The balloon flew far and the bottle fell far. It landed on the roof, so it broke into pieces. But the debris creates a force that makes it difficult for them to stand still. They jumped and rolled until they fell into the yard and became smaller pieces. Only the bottleneck is intact, as if it had been sawed by Jin Gangzuan.
"It's very suitable for making a bird's cup!" A man who lives in the basement said. But he has neither a bird nor a cage. It is unrealistic to buy a bird and a birdcage just because there is a bottleneck that can be used as a water cup. But the old lady living on the top floor may need it. So the bottleneck was taken upstairs and there was a plug. The part that used to go up is now down-this kind of thing often happens when the objective situation changes. It is full of fresh water, tied in a cage and facing the birds. The birds are singing. They sing beautifully.
"Yes, you can sing!" Bottleneck theory.