There are many Christmases, and I am eager to make them into rubbings. Those fragmentary fragments often reappear silently when I sit down.
One year, two days before Christmas, I went to class and was very tired after class. As usual, I rested in the back seat of the bus. Sitting behind me is an old professor. He looks more tired than me. In fact, his face itself is a tired image. Even if I haven't attended four classes, it is obvious that I have engraved the vicissitudes of life in every wrinkle. Living is probably a very tiring thing. His face was almost twisted with fatigue.
However, incredibly, after the car left, I heard a subtle song. I looked back and it was him! The old professor closed his eyes and quietly hummed the intoxicating French Christmas song "Beautiful Little Bethlehem in a Small Town", but he could hum it so well. This song has a tenderness between love songs and lullabies, and his fatigue seems to disappear at once. There is a very calm expression between his old head and face, and between his erect collar. I was shocked. He was so beautiful.
Where did he learn this song? Is Beiping a foreign church? Or from a girl's piano rhyme-when I was a child, I didn't dare to ask him, but held my breath and listened to him hum the glittering and translucent Song Like a row of ice drops.
One Christmas, a friend asked me:
"Can you see a priest? I have a sum of money to donate to the poor at Christmas. Can you give it to him for me? It's Christmas, and I haven't had time to get it. "
In fact, I can't see the priest at all. The priest lives in the suburbs, but I promised to bring it to him.
At that time, before I put down my bike, I got on the bus to send him money, and gradually drifted away, only seeing rice fields on both sides. I jumped out of the car and looked at the harvested clearing and the wet straw piles in the light rain.
I still have a long way to go, but the pile of straw suddenly stopped me. In those days, when Christ came into this world, didn't he choose that pile of hay as his bed?
I leaned down and touched the stalk full of earthy smell. On a magical starry night, Christ dedicated himself to poor human beings and slept humbly in the hay in the manger. Then, what is it that I send a sum of money to the poor on behalf of rainy nights?
When I came home that day, I was soaked to the skin, but my heart was full of warmth.
Another year, I went to give a speech at Fu Da University. After I finished, it was already dark. I was in a hurry to make a phone call, so I went to the school of science to find a phone.
The school of science didn't turn on the light, and the whole thing was immersed in the vastness between heaven and earth. Only a huge rotating Christmas stood in the crowd, and the footlights cast a shadow on the extremely high roof. For a moment, I thought I had entered a myth.
Fragile and lovely music gives people a kind of secular joy, and I can't leave for a long time.
I have been to that university many times since then, but I still don't want to see the front hall of that science college during the day. I don't want it to be reduced to a "place" for me. I hope it will always be the "realm" in my dream.
I have a friend who is mixed-race, and his mother is a delicate southern German girl with brown hair and brown eyes. At the age of ten, his grandmother fell ill and his mother returned to Europe. Then, the 1940 European War began, and his mother could never come back.
She ran away, riding a broken bicycle, lost all her belongings, but still stubbornly and hopelessly kept the documents of her two sons. After years of separation, her marriage finally had to end. She wandered to America, got a job in a hospital and got married again.
1954, a 25-year-old child, was sent to the United States for jet training. That winter, Christmas was celebrated at the base. He flew from the southern United States, changed buses and took a taxi, and went to Oregon thousands of miles away to find his mother fifteen years ago.
Fifteen years have passed, the war is over and the marriage is over. On Christmas Eve in a foreign country, mother and son are still mother and son, and the affection before the door opened fifteen years ago is still affection. His mother gave him a white pullover.
That story has been going on for two years, but strangely, neither the speaker nor the listener can forget the process of that night.
I haven't decorated the Christmas tree or bought Christmas lights at home for a long time since I decided to take action that Christmas. Acting makes people feel excited and tired when they lie down. I don't even have the strength to reply to Christmas cards. A play should be the biggest Christmas gift, which contains everything my friends and I can give.
That Christmas, the child fell asleep and I was sorting out an actor's clothes. I don't know why the door was open, but three girls came in.
"We have nothing to do." One of them said
"I just want to see you on Christmas Eve." Another said.
There is another one who seems to have said nothing.
I was stunned, and I didn't know what to say at all.
But in the silent night, we stretched out our hands and surrounded us. No one explained it, but there are many things to explain. I know their good, and I think they also know mine.
Then, almost like a story, they left again. I am very happy and disappointed. Every time I think of them, I feel close and far away, like an old song.
I was very excited to receive a greeting card from Ma. I made the card myself, with one or two maple leaf rubbings on it. The maple leaf was taken from their honeymoon trip eight years ago, and the beautiful veins on the rubbings are still vivid, which is simply a "Yin Shi with love between heaven and earth".
Actually, I haven't said a few words to him either. He sent us a card because he saw the description of the other half we wrote. He said: "May all the families in the world be so affectionate."
I love that card, I love the extension of Hongfeng, I love the family that sent the card, and I love all sentient beings in the world.
I am also anxious to hammer the Christmas in my memory into rubbings, so that the fibers of those stories can be displayed in the fragrance of pines and cypresses at the end of the year.
Chapter 2: On Christmas Eve, I stood alone in front of the window, looking at the bright moon in the night sky. The moonlight was scattered all over the floor, reflecting the snow, and it was elegant and silent. The breeze is cold, the dusk is frosty, and the winter is cool in one season. Maybe it's boring and lonely, worshipping foreign things and obsessing foreign things. Christmas, sleepless nights, people revel.
When the light first appeared, we embraced and gathered together. A castle in the yard, toast, leftovers and wine, who were drunk with? The lights are on, the music is playing, and the songs and dances are crowing. Who are you dancing with? The night is silent and frosty, the wind is cold in Leng Yue, and the world is a stranger. Who will return with you? I'm afraid the wine is too heartbroken and I'm drunk and sad; The dance steps are swaying, and the end of the song is scattered, and the sorrow is even more worrying; Sadness is as thin as paper, the shadow is still burning, and pity is even more pity. What's wrong with being drunk and rich? Who describes loneliness and sadness? Don't send tenderness?
In the silent night, the wind filled the windows, the house was warm and the lights were soft. Sitting quietly listening, I was intoxicated by a light music "The wind is clear and the clouds are light". A person enjoys beautiful music, is immersed in euphemistic melody, recalls the past and is calm. Only the strings are left in the ear, which is wonderful in the heart. Music fills the air, acacia is scattered all over the floor, and the house is full of happiness and drunkenness.
Nowadays, the world is cold, people are indifferent, and the rich and the poor are hanging in the sky. The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones. what can I do? You are partying, you are running for life, and life is different. Helpless! I just silently do my duty and accumulate kindness. In the love of the world of mortals, find my pure land and pleasant peace. Over the years, my heart has been cold. Watch the flowers bloom and fall, watch the water flow long enough!
Chapter 3: Christmas Baby Yuzhu is a kindergarten teacher in rural areas. She really likes those simple children and always hopes to bring them more joy.
Christmas is coming, probably for economic reasons. Apart from Tomb-Sweeping Day, Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival, rural people pay little attention to other festivals, especially those in the West. Yuzhu likes the story of Santa Claus. She told the children vividly that Santa Claus climbed into the house from the chimney in a sleigh and gave Christmas presents to the good children. The children listened with rapt attention. Looking at their eager eyes, Yuzhu decided to let the children have a happy and unforgettable Christmas.
What shall we do? We just graduated, and we don't have much money, and our mother is in poor health. She thought hard and finally came up with a good idea. So on this day, she excitedly asked the children: "classmates, Christmas is coming. Do you want to be Santa Claus to bring happiness to others?"
"Yes-"the children answered loudly in a long voice.
"Very well! Being Santa Claus means preparing gifts. So, from today on, let's each prepare a small gift, shall we? "
"good!" The children giggled and some clapped their hands. Their red faces reminded people of the apples on Christmas Eve.
"We are all good boys. We should prepare our own gifts, and don't ask our parents for money, ok? You can do it yourself or take out your favorite toys. Anything will do, don't spend money on it, ok? "
"good!" The children answered excitedly, eager for this glorious task.
Yuzhu looked at innocent faces, and she was infected, as if she had returned to her childhood. She said happily, "From tomorrow on, students can give the prepared gifts to their teachers, who will keep them for you. When Christmas comes, we will be Santa Claus and send them out together, ok? "
"good!" Boiling in the classroom dispelled the cold.
So, from the next day, children began to bring their own gifts. Yuzhu bought beautiful colored paper and boxes, wrapped those gifts separately and put them in a big bag. Looking at the bulging bag, Yuzhu felt that her happiness was expanding, and she was looking forward to Christmas as much as the children.
Christmas Eve came, and every child prepared presents. Snowflakes are floating in the sky, and the whole country is like a fairy tale world. Children in the country are not shy, but they still come to school in the snow. Today is Christmas. They are going to play Santa Claus and give out presents! Who can be absent from such a glorious task?
At the beginning of class, Yuzhu came into the classroom with a bag full of gifts and shouted, "Merry Christmas, classmates!" " "The children giggled and stared at the mysterious bag, which contained their own carefully prepared gifts! Today, Santa Claus will give out presents. How? How can you be Santa Claus without sleigh and reindeer?
The children are smart today, sitting in a row, expecting the teacher. Yuzhu feels warm in her heart. She took out a rattle and a colored ball tied with a silk scarf from her bag: "Students, this is our lucky colored ball for Christmas. When I shake the rattle later, we will pass this lucky colored ball. I know you are all good babies and will pass the colored balls to others. When the drums stop, whoever gets the colored balls will get a Christmas present. He can be Santa Claus and give gifts to others. Each of us has a chance to be Santa Claus and get a Christmas present. What do you say? "
"good!" The children are very excited. They clap their frozen red hands.
"Let the teacher be Santa Claus first." Yuzhu put on Santa Claus's hat, closed her eyes exaggeratedly and reached into her bag: "Hey, let me touch the first mysterious gift!" " "She took out a square box, transparent film window display is a bright red scarf. Yuzhu said happily, "Let's see who will be lucky to get this beautiful scarf." "The children giggled and twittered, and Yuzhu didn't stop them from making noise. For these children, what is more important than their happiness this holiday?
Yuzhu threw the lucky colored ball at the child in the front row, and the boy caught it firmly. So Yuzhu turned around and shook the rattle hard. "Knock, knock ..." Cheerful drums sounded in the humble classroom, and she heard the children passing colored balls, accompanied by shouts of joy. Polygonatum odoratum suddenly has a sour nose and an impulse to cry. These lovely children! She held back her tears and stopped shaking the drum. Turning around, the colored ball fell into Han's hands, an introverted and thin girl. Yuzhu took the lead in clapping and called her to the podium. Eiko blushed, lowered her head and stepped onto the stage in the envious eyes of the children. Yuzhu opened the parcel with her and put the scarf around her neck. Eiko looked down and smiled, but still didn't speak.
Yuzhu said to him, "Congratulations to Han for being the first to get a Christmas present. Now it's your turn to be Santa Claus. Do you tell everyone how happy you are? " "Happy!" Eiko whispered, Yuzhu continued to encourage her: "I want to share my happiness with you. Will Eiko tell the students loudly? " Eiko looked up and flushed: "I am very happy to get this Christmas present, thank you for preparing it!" " ""yes! I prepared this! "Everyone looked inside. It was Wang Bo, the troublemaker in the class. When Wang Bo shouted happily, he bowed his head shyly and scratched his head with a smile. The children all laughed, and Yuzhu smiled knowingly. She knew that from now on, Eiko would be less withdrawn and Wang Bo would be easier to get along with.
Then Yuzhu puts Santa's hat on Eiko's head, and Eiko "Santa Claus" takes out her favorite gift-a pair of pink gloves. After the happy drums, the gloves were put on Mei Xiuer's hand. Mei Xiuer picked out a comic book and gave it to Li Yong. Li Yong chose a hand-made greeting card and gave it to Zhang Chunyu ... The children who got the gift sat there as cheerleaders, and applause and cheers were endless. Some children whispered about who got the gift prepared by whom, and sweet smiles bloomed warm flowers on their faces. ...
Lucky colored balls are passed in children's hands and gifts are given to children. Cheerful drums, happy laughter. ...
Every child is very happy to get a Christmas present, and even more happy to be a happy Santa Claus! Funnily enough, Lan Bing actually got a gift prepared by herself, and Yuzhu got a pair of boy socks! But all this has increased children's happiness. After distributing the gifts, Yuzhu led the children to sing the cheerful Christmas song-Jingle Bells. Singing flies out of the classroom and floats in the countryside.
Outside, the cold wind is rustling; Indoor, warm and harmonious.
After class, Yuzhu's cell phone rang. When I opened it, it was a short message from my classmate: "Dear, I wish you a safe night and a Merry Christmas!" How are you going to spend this festival? "
A smile broke out on Yuzhu's face. She turned and looked at the lovely "Santa Claus" with soft eyes. No, it's Santa Claus Her happy thumb moved: "thank you, I will be with a group of Santas, I will be very happy, very happy!"
Chapter Four: A Puzzled Night