Chapter 74 reason for life

Reykjavik is the capital of Iceland, and I think it's probably the most modest capital in the world.Some people in the West say that it is the most shabby capital, or even the ugliest capital, but I disagree.Simplicity does not mean shabby, and as for ugliness, it must come from some kind of artificial imposition, which it does not. There are not many streets, and the houses are not high, so you will be familiar with it after a few laps.A church tower can be seen anywhere in the city. It is said to commemorate a religious poet in the seventeenth century. On the corner of a street, there is a gray and white two-story building without walls or guards. There is only a worker sweeping the floor at the door. This is the Prime Minister's Office.Not far away, a small house on the street is the National Prison. I tiptoed into the window and saw several policemen working.An old woman on the street saw us foreigners standing on tiptoe outside the prison window, and sighed with emotion: In the past, we had almost no criminals.

The president lives farther away and in a more spacious place, but apart from an old nanny, there is no one else to follow and guard him.The president graduated from a prestigious British school. He said: Although Iceland is located on the edge of the world, every citizen is free to live in any corner of the world.As the president, what I need to consider is what kind of power can be created to make the people who travel far away miss this small homeland. The old nanny was a little displeased with our group wandering around each room of the president's house with a camera, but we forgot to ask, why are there two graves in front of the president's house?Whose is that?It is cold and sparsely populated, and even graves are rare here.

According to the president, all places worth visiting in Iceland have to travel far from the city.Since the city is not big, it is very easy to leave, and we were soon in the snowy wilderness.So I also understand why the president and the prime minister are so low-key.It is difficult to find even traces of people here, and the bigger the scene of the ruling, the less the target.The pretentiousness of the rulers has always been to attract tens of thousands of eyes looking up in their hearts, but Qiangu Icefield doesn't care about human beings' high and low, ups and downs, and will not turn into spring water to sing around.

Looking back, I can no longer see any trace of Reykjavik.The car was rented from the airport, and it became more and more difficult to drive in the snow.The silvery eyes are refreshing at first, but after a long time, you find that there is a dangerous visual deception buried there. Even the most experienced driver will underestimate the ups and downs of the hillside and ignore the bumps under the wheels.As a result, our car naturally got stuck again and again, bumping into high bumps for a while, and falling into low pits for a while. At first everyone felt happy, got out of the car to push and pull when it couldn’t drive, and only yelled that the warm clothes bought in Stockholm were too thin, but after more times, they couldn’t be happier, and their laughter and expressions gradually froze in the wind and snow.

Finally, this time I couldn’t push it out anymore. I opened the back of the car and took out a shovel to shovel the snow in front of the wheels. I knew it was useless. The shovel soon touched something clanging, which I knew was volcanic lava. . I have seen valleys formed by volcanic lava, such as Mount Vesuvius that I climbed a few months ago.There are streams of brownstones and strange shapes, which make people feel a kind of strangeness as if they are out of the earth; but here, everything is covered with white, which is like adding another layer of strangeness on top of the strangeness, which makes us feel uneasy.

Since even the ferocious lava has been devoured by white, how can it make a few soft dots squirm for a long time? Only then did I understand the words of my friend in Stockholm: Have you ever heard of an important person who went to Iceland in winter? It has long been confusing where the road is, and I don't know how to call for help.Light a pile of wood and let the white smoke serve as a signal, but who can see the white smoke in the white snow?See, who can read the shouts in the white smoke?The original meaning of the place name Reykjavik is the place where the white smoke rises. It can be seen that the white smoke does not constitute an alarm here.What's more, where can I find the materials for ignition?

After much deliberation, the only hope is to wait, to wait for a black spot to appear on the horizon.I don't know what the black dots are, I only know that in the hopeless white, there are always black dots waiting.It's like in the dark night where you can't see your fingers, there is always a bright spot waiting, no matter whether the bright spot is a robber's torch or the phosphorescence of a tomb. There is no direction for this kind of longing and anticipation. I don't know which black spot will appear in which corner of the horizon.Because of this, I lost my mind and thought that in ancient times, those women who stood by the sea or on the top of the mountain looking at their husbands were far more difficult than those who counted the sails by the Yangtze River, because the river sails have aisles and the river flows, but at the seaside and on the top of the mountain, they have to take care of them all the time. every direction.But such a comparison is even more frightening, no matter what kind of waiting method people are stepping on the familiar soil, there is no danger of life, and the person being waited knows where they are being waited for, while we are empty and our eyes are blank.

For a long time, when the thoughts and eyes were completely numb, there was a scream from around, and everyone was shocked, squinting and looking into the distance, as if there was a black spot shaking.Then he shook his head to deny it, and then affirmed it vigorously, until finally he couldn't deny it, it was indeed a jeep heading here.At this time, everyone shouted at the top of their voices, fearing that it would slip away from other directions. This jeep is small in size, with unusually wide tires and four-wheel drive. It is obviously specially made for the snowy field in Iceland. It drives like a tank crawling between trenches on a battlefield, tough and tough.When the driver saw our situation, he immediately waved us to get on the bus without asking or discussing.Our car buried in the snow had to be let go, and the relevant company was notified to send a special vehicle to pull it back.

It is not easy for a small jeep to squeeze a lot of people, not to mention there is a dog in the car.We gratefully asked the driver how he got here and where he was going.The driver's answer turned out to be: Once a day, come out to walk the dog! We looked at each other, stunned by an unimaginable luxury.Such a long distance, such a cold weather, such a treacherous mountain road, he drove a special jeep just to walk his dog. The dog neither rejected nor welcomed us, just took a look and then stared out of the window, ignoring us, his eyes were quiet and deep. Seeing this expression, we immediately became silent, thinking that the usual kind of dogs that are too affectionate or too manic when they see people can’t be ranked, they just pretend to be crazy and have fun in lively places. Go for a walk at a distance?

On the edge of life, the relationship between animals and humans is no longer friends in the general sense.Since it is difficult to find even the traces of plants, most of the things that can survive have a tacit understanding that needs no words.The long and undulating curve in the snow field is exactly the reason for life. We finally arrived at a geothermal power plant in the snow field in this dog-walking jeep. After the visit, the manufacturer sent a car back to Reykjavik and checked into a hotel.The hotel room is very warm, but the five long flagpoles in the white snow outside the window are shaken by the strong wind.The sky was dark, and my heart was desolate for a while, so I opened the Sakya and started reading.

When I read it in the middle of the night, my heart was full of vigor, and I secretly rejoiced: I must read the Sakya when I go to Iceland; and this Sakya can only be read in Iceland.