【文字】To see me or not to(小说) ——同样每年百花齐放,但人不能回到去年。
On the gate tower, a girl is looking out through the parapet, alone, as if being able to penetrate beyond the horizon. She has been guarding here for three years like an ancient sculpture, looking for something no one knows, doing nothing more than waiting. But right now, she glances in panic and hides away, whilst a tall, handsome man boards the tower. He looks around and sighs, gently, takes out a red vertical bamboo flute from his waistband, plays, alone.
Time rolls back to three years ago
My name is Tianxuan, the first born son of the richest in town, but I do disgust those ignoramuses, rapacious businessmen around me. My real ideal is literature, writing poems all day round. That day, while I strolled and looking up to the view of joint line connecting the s ky and the earth in front of me, a beautiful phrase came over to knock my mind:
Fortress of Chu connects three rivers, Gate of Jing dredges nine channels.
Water is falling away out of the universe, view of mountain is fading into the nihility.
Gradually, the faint aroma of lavender came from behind, and then a pair of tender hands covered my eyes: “guess who, brother Tianxuan”. I smiled and pulled her hands down: “No kidding.”Yu-er pouted and said, “How could you figure out me every time?” I smiled and scraped her little nose, “You said yourself when you were seven that lavender is always in your pocket. How could I forget this smell.”Yu-er’s face suddenly turned red. I looked at Yu-er and said: “You has already reached the age of considering marriage, then, will you allow me take care of you for your whole life?” Yu-er’s flushing face sneakily glanced, and I nodded seriously.
Yu-er already knew that I was aiming at study and would leave for a long travel sooner or later, so she traded her heirloom jade for a red vertical bamboo flute and carved nine dragons for the wish of her love could rise in the world. She held the flute and said to me: “Brother Tianxuan, no matter how long or how far you are going to leave, only if you play this flute on the gate tower, I will come back to see you. This is the proof that our love never change.” Then the flute was handed to me, and I nodded sincerely when I was holding it. We carved our engagement on the rock:
Live and die together, stay together forever.
Hold your hands, grow old together.
And while I boarded on the carriage taking me to distance, I did not know Yu-er had been found by my parents. They poured a lot of nasty words on her like she was only eager for my family\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'s money, so Yu-er left. But she did not leave the place of our engagement and waited for me, for three year, waiting.
Numerous times, I wanted to go back desperately when I got the message, but I never managed to break the obstruction of Martial arts masters my parent hired protecting me, until an autumn night three years later I rode to Yu-er by night, regardless how many hardships lying in front of me, they cannot fluctuate my mind of finding Yu-er. “How many things in your life worth your desperating?” If none, maybe it is your tragedy; if you have, desperate now! When I rode back to our engaged, nothing was left but withered leaves blowing in the wind. Why?! Why does not she come to see me?
I played the flute she gave me while tears contatnly shedding down, the sound of flute went deep went far, like pouring out my missing love in the last three years, faint old events like dreams, the passed time gradually emerged, whose eyes are hazy now? The sound of flute like snow is freezing whose heart? The wind rises, opening black clouds. Well, I just look blankly on the gate tower, you can come to see me or not to, I will be the same waiting here for you, and leave quietly. While Yu-er inside the town has already cried her shirt wet. After that day, I come to play the red flute every day, while Yu-er listens and cries inside the town for decades. She knows he is outside, the unforgettable sound of red flute for years in her heart; he also knows she is inside, the lavender aroma had carved in his soul long ago.
Flowers bloom similarly each year, but the persons cannot go back to last year.
Can we ever still stay in yesterday?
三年前
我叫天轩,是城中首富的长子,但我却对周身那些不知秦汉、冬菇不分、满身铜臭的商人感到深深的厌恶,我真正的理想是成为一名终日舞文弄墨、填词写赋一方文士,那日我信步山间望着眼前的一线天地顿觉佳句袭来:
楚塞三湘接,荆门九派通。
江流天地外,山色有无中。
渐渐的感觉身后传来淡淡的薰衣草的香气,继而一双温柔的小手捂住了我的眼睛,天轩哥哥猜猜我是谁,我笑着拉下她的手玉儿别闹了,玉儿嘟着嘴说天轩哥哥你怎么每次都能猜到是我啊,我笑着刮了一下她的小鼻子,傻瓜自你七岁那年便每日带着薰衣草这个味道我又怎么会不记得呢,玉儿的脸忽然红了。我望着玉儿说:“玉儿如今你到了及笄之年已经可以谈婚论嫁了,那么你愿意让我照顾你一生一世吗?玉儿那张红透的脸偷偷瞄了一眼,一脸认真的我点了点头。”
玉儿知道我一心向学早晚要去游历一番,于是拿了自己家传的宝玉换了一杆红色的长萧并再萧身上刻了九条飞龙希望她爱的人飞黄腾达,她手握着红萧对我说:“天轩哥哥无论你走多远、多久,只要你在城上吹奏我送你的红萧玉儿便回来见你红萧为证此情不变。”说罢便将红萧交到我手中的时候我手握着红萧重重的点头在石壁上刻下了我们的诺言:
死生契阔,与子成说。
执子之手,与子偕老
而当我踏上游历马车的时,却不知道玉儿已经被我的父母找到。他们说了很多难听的话说她只是看中了我家的钱后来,玉儿走了。但是并没有离开而是在当初约定的地方等我,这一等,便是三年。
而得到消息的我无数次想不顾一切的要回去,但父母留在我身边的个个都是高手我实在是没有办法,直到三年后的一个秋夜我连夜驾马奔向玉儿,无论前方的千难万险都无法动摇我见玉儿的心人这“一生会有多少事值得你如此不顾一切呢?”如果没有也许是悲哀吧。如果有,那你就不顾一切吧!当我驾马回到当年我们约定的地方的时候除了被狂风吹打的枯叶什么都没有。为什么?为什么她不来见我?
我情泪长流不断吹奏她送给我的红萧,箫声幽深婉转诉尽三年幽幽相思长情,往事幽幽如梦,过往岁月,慢慢浮现,是谁在轻声叹息,又是谁双眼朦胧?箫声如雪伤了谁的心。有风起,云渐开。而我只是呆呆的望着城楼,你见或者不见我,我都会在这里等你,说罢悄然离去。而在城内的玉儿早已是泪满衣襟却不出来,此后的每天我都会来这里吹奏着红萧,而玉儿则在城中听萧流泪几十年如一日,她知道他在外面,那多年来她念念不忘的正是那红萧的声音,他也知道她在里面,那薰衣草的香气早已刻骨铭心。
年年岁岁花相似,岁岁年年人不同。
今天的我们是否还是昨天的我们。