When I remembered this sentence, I was lying in bed. My daughter-in-law helped me look at the blisters that had been seriously infected under my feet. She tried to touch them, and I cried out in pain. My son was also frightened to cry. He is a man who treats me sincerely.In addition to checking for blisters, my daughter-in-law also helped me pass the blackhead.Before her, there were two other people who helped me, one of them was my mother.They are people who treat me sincerely.
People who treat them sincerely are willing to face all the unbearable and even dirty things. It’s like washing smelly socks with your hands. You are willing to be kissed by the mouth who just smoked, even if you close your eyes.
I also treat my son sincerely. I take what he has eaten and finish it. I don’t move when he pees on me, although it is still cold.
The place where I went to the countryside a few days ago has a very dense forest. Local people say there are many wild mushrooms in it. I believe that one morning in my memory, I found many in my hometown forest farm. Even though I was screened out by adults, I still ate several meals. That forest farm is very similar to my hometown.
And that morning, we also met someone who came to sell the newly found fir. After the sale failed, our dinner was said to be chicken stewed with mushrooms. Because I drank wine that day, I lost the memory of nearly two hours before and after dinner. Of course, there may be no mushrooms for dinner. After all, the friends in the village tried to make us drink, perhaps to eliminate the mushrooms in our memory.
Of course, it doesn’t affect me to think of the world when I see mushrooms.
Half a year ago, I felt that I was an ant, and a hill was my world view.
When I see the forest, I feel like a mushroom. A small nest of grass and soil is my home.
What is the forest? It is the world view of mushrooms.
It’s like looking up at the starry sky and seeing the starlight in my eyes. I feel that a star falls down, which is cleaner than that of the nine families, but it is so small in my eyes.
If the mushroom has eyes, can it see the real shape of the big tree not far away, or can it only see part of it, and think it is the universe of mushrooms? Even if you can see the whole forest clearly, you may not be able to see another mountain, another country’s forest.
Sometimes, I imagine that if we come to the moon, whether the round gap we used to have on the earth before is January, which is just a day on the moon, and the round gap is just an hour change when the sun falls on the moon.
The moon is a day, the earth is a month. There are really fairy sisters on the moon.
So I remembered that sentence again, although the world is false.
But it’s too realistic!
The night in my hometown is very quiet, and the faucet in my neighbor’s house that is not turned off is particularly loud at night. If there are ants in front of the door, it is their Yangtze River and Yellow River.
In my memory, I changed several neighbors, some like raising pigs, some like raising geese, some like raising chickens, and I like raising silkworms when I was young. In spring, chicks look for earthworms in the land. In summer, geese swaggered after me. In autumn, baby silkworm crawls on the paper with a big belly. I can’t hear the high-pitched life song of fat pigs in winter.
They did not intersect. They left traces in this square and round land. Almost all of them were buried by the years. Later, the traces left were considered to be uncanny.
I vaguely remember the few trivial things about my neighbors, but one day I will leave with all my memories. I can’t prove their existence, and no one remembers my existence.
I won’t even remember our existence.
