Chapter 14 fourteen

Since that day, our friendship has progressed to a new stage, a stage that cannot be higher! Not to mention our happiness.This kind of happiness can only be encountered once in a thousand dreams, or by chance.But now we meet every day, every now and then.Not only did we touch it, but we caught it tightly and kept it by our side like a lap dog, never leaving us an inch.And around the dog's neck, there is a rope that leads to our hands. What Aurelia said was not wrong. Her spirituality is like a gold mine buried deep in the mountains. It was only when she met me that she was fully mined.It's not fake at all, since she dated me, she has become more transparent and more sensitive day by day.

As for me, day by day, I discovered her original quality, knowledge and ability. Her literary talent was quickly recognized by me.Some of her poems are really good. She also has a talent for music. It was one afternoon, and I went to visit without informing her beforehand. Entering the door, I heard a piece of music. A very beautiful and lingering guitar sound reverberated upstairs. I stopped, smiled and told the old woman softly, asking her to keep quiet for a while, so as not to disturb the people upstairs. She agreed with a smile. I gently walked up to the top floor of the stairs, stopped, leaned against the railing, leaned back slightly, put my hands in my pockets and closed my eyes.

A series of trembling strings flowed out continuously, like strips of lightning, shining brightly in the dark night of my hearing.It rings loudly and loudly: sometimes it is like waves rolled up by a gust of wind, stirring up tens of thousands of silver beads, and then disappearing like a meteor shower; Peaceful flow down, very slow, very quiet, not in a hurry This simple musical instrument of the Hawaiian island pours out the most primitive and passionate emotions.The sound of 絃樂 is monotonous, simple and unadorned.However, in this sound, there is a deep and roughest emotion, the emotion of the musicians, the emotion of human beings.Every sound made me breathe the trembling, swirling and stretching of the musician's soul.

When the tone turns and prolongs, the music draws an arc-shaped wave pattern, a bit like the undulating lines of the ocean when it takes a deep breath.Wave after wave, the wave went down, down, and then suddenly rose, up.The sound of the music is like a raft, gently carrying the listener across the cradle-like water surface, rocking to and fro. At this moment, people’s emotions are like a rubber ball in the palm of a child. It was relaxed again, so that it swelled up. Listening, I forgot myself, and even more forgot that I was in a medieval city near the North Pole.I felt as if I was on a tropical island, surrounded by some brown-skinned indigenous girls, dancing Hawaiian folk dance, accompanied by guitars.

At some point, the music suddenly stopped.Aurelia appeared at the stairs.She gently stroked my shoulder and said with a smile: My good boy, why are you standing here stupidly?what are you thinking I shook my head: I didn't think about anything.I am listening to your music! As soon as I went upstairs, I asked her half annoyed and half joking: You can play the guitar, why didn't you tell me earlier? She slapped me lightly: Look at you man!Should I tell you everything I can do? You don't need to tell me about other things, but you shouldn't hide from me the fact that you can play the guitar.

Why? Don't you know: How do I love music? But I play the guitar so well that if you listen to it, not only will it not arouse your sense of beauty, but it will also arouse your disgust. How do you see it? You see, when you heard me play the guitar just now, you were too scared to go upstairs! I smiled and said: It's not that I'm too scared to go upstairs, but I'm fascinated by your music, so fascinated that I don't know the stairs.Really, I just had a dream! What dream? I dreamed that I was on the island of Hawaii, and many local girls were dancing Hawaiian dance, and you were playing the guitar to accompany you!

She listened, a little angry. Yes, noble Mr. Lin, in your noble eyes, we are naturally similar to native girls in Hawaii! After finishing speaking, she deliberately ran to the window and ignored me. I ran over and gently hugged her in my arms: oh are you really mad at meDidn't I say it already, I was but a dream!oh dream!Dream!Why do you take it seriously!If you are really a native girl from Hawaii, it is only possible under one condition, that is: I must be a native boy! Then, I made countless mistakes to her, explaining that I made a slip of the tongue by accident and purely unintentionally, please don't take her offence.

She raised her head and laughed: Who blamed you again!I'm just trying to scare you!I see that you are always talking about your dreams, as if you haven't woken up yet, so I deliberately poured cold water on you to wake you up! When she finished, we all laughed. Then, we talked about the guitar. She said that she had been playing for six or seven years and was taught by her mother.My mother is not only good at singing, playing the piano, but also playing the guitar well.After she learned it by herself, it has been a good companion in her loneliness.Especially in winter, on cold nights, as soon as she plays the guitar, she seems to be able to breathe the tropical salty sea breeze and the scorching sun, making her temporarily forget the coldness of the northern country.

She has three guitars in total.The largest of them all, from a memorable place and famous history, had a bright apricot-coloured body almost reaching her breasts.It was bought by her father as a gift for her when she was very young, and his father said: When she grows up, she will learn to play. As she spoke, the circles of her eyes turned red. In order to get rid of the sorrow in her heart, I asked her to play a song for me. She shook her head. I will ask her again. She still refused. She said sadly: I only play guitar when I'm loneliest and most distressed.I play guitar when my soul is most afraid of the cold.You are here, what loneliness and distress do I have?Why am I afraid of the cold?You are my tropical, you are my Hawaiian sea breeze.

She paused, hugged my neck, face to face, tenderly said to me: You are here, why am I still close to this piece of dry wood (pointing to the guitar)?Wouldn't it be better for me to be close to you?Your words are more beautiful to me than the strings of a guitar.Your lips are the best two strings! After finishing speaking, she really played the guitar again.But this time it was my body that replaced the guitar, and my lips were the strings; and she, too, replaced her fingers with red lips, playing Hawaiian music again.I seem to be breathing the tropical sea breeze again, and the smell of tall coconut trees.

In this way, she no longer wants to play the guitar in front of me. Another day, I pressed her hard: Oh, why don't you like playing the guitar in front of me?Don't you know that I love music very much? She doesn't answer. I asked her again. She was anxious by my question, raised her head, stared blankly at me with big blue eyes, looked at me for a long time, and then sighed: Isn't life itself more precious than music?What we enjoy now is life itself, not any symbol that replaces life!God knows how short life is! After she finished speaking, she choked up and threw herself into my arms. I called her name a hundred times with the gentlest voice, and pressed my lips to her ear. I comforted her and tenderled her with all the ardent words a ardent lover can utter.There was a smile on her face, but I saw shadows in the smile.It gave me chills. For the first time, I felt that my cynical and negative attitude had gradually infected her.Not only did she accept my feelings, but my attitude towards life, which was horrible. In the days to come, I will be very careful. In front of her, I try my best to pretend to be optimistic.I don't want to spread my unhealthy sadness to her who is dreaming. As a result of the above-mentioned awareness, when I was with Aurelia, I tried to strengthen my dream part.I became a child who loves to dream most.I kept talking in my sleep, thinking about dreams.Everything about me is presented as a sleepwalker.I just told her to immerse herself in the sea of ​​dreams as much as possible, and I didn't let her think about anything else except dreams. These days we take great pleasure in reading poetry, especially German Heine. I often read some Heine's poems to her softly.Although my German is very shallow, most of Heine's poems are very vulgar and not too difficult to read.Sometimes, if there is something I don't understand, she will explain it to me. We especially love to read the love poems of this great German poet.They contain the most dreamlike flavor. The following poems are often recited by us. In the lovely season of May, When all the buds are open, love jumped in my heart. In the lovely season of May, When all the birds sing, I confessed to her: My thoughts and my wishes. A thousand flowers bloomed, In the raindrops of my tears, in my sigh, The nightingale was crying. if you love me darling, I will bring you these flowers. under your window, The nightingale will sing. Lover, when I look into your eyes, My deep sorrow flew away at once. when i kiss your lips, I forgot all the pain of the past. When I lean on your breast, No heavenly dream is happier than this; But when you say you love me, I started to cry bitterly. We read it, over and over again, never tired, never bored. Heine's most beloved poem, "Laulieu," we don't read very often.What we love are those little poems that most people don't pay much attention to.As if traveling in the fields, we only pick some unknown wild flowers.We love them because they have a strange fragrance and color, and especially: they have never been noticed or touched by anyone else. It's not that we don't like the lyrical love poems of Shelley, Byron, Goethe, and Shakespeare, but we think they are too complicated and even a bit artificial. In our opinion, the simpler and more ordinary love poetry is, the better.Those who seek novelty and complexity will lose their authenticity.For this reason, we also love Burns' poems very much. They flow completely from the pure heart of a peasant boy, without any affectation or affectation. When we read these poems, it seems to us that they were not written by Heine or Burns, but from our own wells.As we read, we would look at each other and laugh. Once, I asked her: Have you read Heine's "Travel in the Harz Mountains"? She shook her head. There is a famous story in this book. Ah, tell me the story. What conditions?I asked with a smile. condition!condition!You always condition! Then, she kissed my eyes sweetly and warmly, and said with a smile: You should be satisfied with this!Tell me the story quickly. So I told her the following story. Once, Heine traveled to the mountains.In a pavilion on the mountain, I met a lovely and beautiful girl. Heine looked at her. She also looked at Heine. Neither of them knew each other. The poet hesitated for a while, finally nodded to the girl, and said to her very gently: dear girl!You don't know me.I don't know you either.We had no possibility or need to talk.However, the surrounding scenery is so beautiful, and you are extraordinarily magnificent, even more beautiful than the surrounding scenery.At first sight I was moved by your beauty, as a Christian is moved by the light of God.It makes it impossible for me not to say a few words to you.If I don't say anything, I feel sorry for you!If I want to say something impolite and presumptuous, I hope you will not be angry. You can only smile or keep calm, otherwise, you will be out of harmony with the surrounding scenery! Now, fair girl, I have a presumptuous and natural request to you.Girl, you must know: how coincidental and rare it is for us to meet this time.I came from hundreds of miles away, and you also came from hundreds of miles away. In a very accidental time, we met by accident, which is more accidental and more beautiful than two lightning bolts meeting in the dark night sky.After this encounter, maybe five or ten minutes later, we parted and never saw each other again.When you were old, you recalled by chance, maybe by chance: On the top of a certain mountain at a certain time in a certain year and a certain month, I once met a fashionable young gentleman!Alas, it has been forty years since now.At that time, you must have an indescribable affection for me.Even a devil is cute in memory, isn't it! Since we did not know each other in the past, and we will never know each other again in the future, and since we may not have the chance to see each other again in a few decades, then, in our lifetime, we met like lightning this time, how mysterious and poetic it is. !In order to add a little beauty to this mysterious poem, I ask you to allow me to kiss your red lips lightly, you will definitely not refuse!If you refuse, you will completely spoil such a beautiful scenery.Our kiss is like a bird flying and falling, it is also part of the natural scenery. After finishing speaking, Heine kissed the girl passionately once.Her whole heart was immersed in Heine's words. After I finished telling the story, Aurelia laughed: I have read this story, and what you said is not true. This set of words was not told by Heine, but made up by yourself. I smiled and said: It doesn’t matter if Heine tells it or I make it up, anyway, as long as there is such a story, it’s fine. She thought for a while, with a pensive taste: Your narrative is poorly compiled, it's too long-winded.If I were Heine, I would just say the following four sentences: Girl, you are so beautiful, we will never have the chance to meet again in the future, let me leave a kiss on your lips for your memory in your later years! I laughed: Wonderful, after all you are a woman, only women understand women's thoughts best!