The fortress son remembers
Many ancient fortress sons stand on the tallest summit of hill.
They is like the old ensign that a side solidified and still keep facing rains and winds, the crest wears a thunder.These once sought refuge place, was a memory to living with dead of the book of aggro.When it completed again standing of the life, start to be silent language not.
I more than oncely once wrote this fortress son.I feel in its in the mind to have too many Chen languages echo.
I once wrote like this in a poem:
The loess follows strength station rise
The hand palm reading Wan becomes vital of circle
Call fortress son
Let the breeze take superfluous moonlight
Leave bone Hai
Call fortress son
Water in the sky a take fortress son a lot of
Climbing of their difficulties once wades mire
In the center of palm of life
The pain that shout to deeply cover up in the sky of dynasty
How much every day and night after night flow past time, hurtle to of is the regrets that blares to the Cang cool life and crow voice insect, what to leave is to only is a cripple bone, the hands being remembered hold close.
But this has too many literalnesses remnants bone, is the person's a proof of rains and winds process.
The person's great place, lie in when the years is blown to put out with the heartless strong wind the whole,(include the person's life) then the ability starts to build a wall or any thing that can testify in the place of unreal, so continues, history of the river form then and like this.But when the years discovers that oneself cheats, it takes inability as dint while returning and coming to destroy evidence, because these skeletons that have already gone deep into a person than the steel even strong and tough evidence deep place.
So, I have been thinking, any thing as long as having the proof the thing for existing by himself/herself, that it would be trueer.
As for the old fortress son of behind in the 2013 nike free village summit of hill, grandpa to what I spoke few, just say that that is the past people to hide the fort of bandit.
I don't know at that time what is "bandit", but listen to people "hide" him, feel that they should be that the evil spirit is very bad the thing of sort, hungry cannibalism, thirst drinks blood.
But everythings are all so quiet at present.Fortress son and my village welcome for a morning together, and then send a round setting sun of walking.When the breeze of evening delivers to come home late of Geng cow, beyond the horizon hanged up just some little stars, that fortress son was like in the summit of hill, a huge person Fu prepares to get into dreamland.The vision of my childhood once once in a very long while fell the body of"person" that the huge Fu wore over there up, saw nike be free the bird that accepting of its caution dwelt for rest, miss it the mysterious inner part should is what appearance.However for the thus near distance, but I have never ever been to fortress son there.It would was to stir up my odd imagination to my biggest temptation.I sit under the Tong tree of village and become stunned ground to hope under the moonlight quite like the ancient fortress of sleep, miss its honest and sincere soil fence inside affirmation is someone is living.Those people are different from us, have to be much smaller than us.-I once heard a Lilliputian story-be a grandpa drive I thus of asked question to stir roar with laughter, I realized that I thought to be wrong.The grandpa is still that sentence, that is the place that hides bandit.The grandpa seems what matter don't speak for me, be him to then smoke after finishing saying this sentence, but when Shan 1 kind contemplates from the vision, I affirmed my own guess.
But there certain someone.Have on the first I see from the fortress son in rise a smoke, the call sign of my surprise, affirm someone.But this meeting I didn't say for grandpa.
The day passed away in the disturbances.The annual rings of my life is constantly increasing a turn.But at my dynasty life of a certain walk up, but fortress son still such as past.Imitate its existence of Buddha not to do the business of time.No matter an autumn is still a winter of spring summer, it is so silent.In this day, my vision always has never left it, even if once leave, also not too far.I always feel that the fortress son is a proof of destiny.When I think like this, I have already known "bandit" is what.
Therefore, I produced infinite esteem to the fortress son.A thing that conceives a hope always makes people produce esteem.I am lifetime the son discovering fortress for the first time to really have so a male strength.It very steady station's summit of hill in north, use the courage that the person can not imagine toward the afar.How much time dream inside, I once arrived its inner part, but in is an all desolate breeze, the breeze shakes desolate grass.I yell to shout loudly, the hero doesn't should be desolate, hero not should desolate!But my voice is getting more miserable, it surprised since of the bird is like a desolate dream!The end is that I shout to come to from the in a dream.The Zheng throws on clothes to come out a house in a short while.Under moonlight, I and then see the fortress son of that hero.The moonlight shines on on its bulky body, the whole quite, but I really feel so a desolate spirit.But I think the Bian is a kind of voice from that desolate, such as thunder like big wave, it once awakenned excessive little my first generation, how much the wing livinging handed over to my first generation......
However, my dream always so, with as for my quite a few is next in importance to go to fortress of the son be all canceled a mind there.I is really fear see its inner part mutually fit together with my in a dream, so I always in the village, take a distant view it, I rather comfort myself with the fine imagination.
Is just right 18 years old when I really walked into that fortress son.It is what grandpa takes me to go.We cut grass in Shan-li and whiled on the way and then walked into.
Is (haifengzhibaobaozhu) a station in the fortress sub- foot first, I feel it is Gao Da Dun so, like is a city wall.Probably that day long breeze eclipse, the soil skin sheds off, a kind of felling that is long through the vicissitudes of life and the distress keeps inheritting my heart.It stood like this so long, quiet, not speech not language.
Fortress son part, there is a small door.The door opens, I walked into with grandpa.We follow popular step of soil upward, finally and then walk last fortress son!The inside is very big, whole very green is a wheat, only have two withered trees to keep stretching toward the sky, be like two dry and cracked fingers.A few birds are surprised to fly.
"Once hid bandit here, one Chuang son the person las nike free lived in the inside!"The grandpa says.
That, I hasn't been talking.I feel my dream have 1 kind with it not and same alike medium of homology.Those hair green wheat, be like at wait what, probably is the arrival that waits me.Their green but became a kind of desolate color.I think that they is a lot of the year agos hide, they discover to take root while pawning everything to arrive at clearly and can not find to return to any further of road.It be an also likely to be highland of rare desire for firmly standing by one.But I the possibility then once shoulder to shoulder once sat with them, together to beg a rare place to climb.
At this time, the setting sun has already got in the summit of hill and projects ten thousand wisps of soft lights.Only wear through time and space, make me having the fortress son to still shine on into one with grandpa whole, who also the inseparable is whole......