"Daddy, Daddy! ”
The little girl screamed, her voice at a high frequency, like a brittle vine, straight into the window, into my eardrums.
There is a gap between the curtains and the bay window in my house, and the daylight comes in, creating a hazy glowing circle on the edge of the curtain.
An old man is commanding loudly, and he should be the little girl's grandfather or grandfather.
Then there were some softer, muffled female voices, and the sound of the doors opening and closing.
The loudest are the little girl and the old man. The girl screamed and shouted all kinds of things, the old man was busy "pointing the country", and in a farce that sounded like a mess, it was full of excitement, and I experienced a more important feeling of family happiness and happiness.
At that time, I had not woken up yet, in a state of "half-awake and half-dreaming", and I didn't know what time it was in the morning, but I knew very well that today, October 1, was the annual National Day.
The temperature in the early morning is very comfortable and skin-friendly, increasing one to be too hot and one to be too cold, as if nature has adjusted the natural air conditioner, as a gift to all beings on the National Day.
I hugged three catties of small quilts, as comfortable as holding myself. The morning breeze gently blows on the calves, crispy and crispy. It's been years since I've seen such a comfortable holiday morning, and I thought to myself, this is definitely worth writing about.
At that time, I hadn't woken up yet, and maybe, subconsciously, I didn't want to wake up at all. The sound wafting in from the window doesn't make people feel noisy. In the haze, I felt as if I had returned to some unforgettable scenes, such as looking out the window of the carpenter's house on the rooftop when I was a child, where there was a sink and washboard hewn out of stone, and the upstairs grandfather sitting on a bench under the window every morning with a white beard and smiling at me. The bench was very narrow and high, like a balance beam, and I was reluctant to climb up for fear of falling down, so I looked at the angle of the father's kind smile upstairs, and it was from a "looking up" perspective.
Suddenly, my three- and four-year-old daughter also appeared there. Her hair was fine and yellow, and she managed to braid two small braids, and she was a skinny yellow-haired girl. She held the bubble machine in her hand, and turned around as she jumped, as happy as if she was about to fly. Soap bubbles rose one after another in the auspicious light, and her whole body became shiny, as if covered with rhinestones or gold and silver powder. Is it my daughter, or is it me?
The auspicious light is all soft auspicious light, the light that makes people give up their guard. It is as rich and safe as if it is raised in the amniotic fluid of the mother. This morning half-awake and half-dreaming, all I felt was the ripple of happiness, and I didn't want to wake up at all.
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop! ”
I pray that this precious feeling will last. This perfect temperature, the cool morning breeze, and the extreme comfort, a little more, a while!
But by that time, my consciousness was already surging like a dark river, undulating, and on the verge of waking up.
My husband's left hand suddenly touched my right cheek, and there was a pain. I went to the dentist before the holidays and the implant that had been installed many years ago broke and needed to be pulled out. After a session by the dentist, my right cheek and jaw were swollen and deformed, like a large walnut in my mouth. Later, during the holidays, when relatives and friends had dinners, I could only sigh at the food.
The toothache hastened the speed at which I woke up. When I opened my eyes and looked at my phone, the time jumped from 9:18 to 9:19.
I didn't expect it to be more than nine o'clock", I thought lazily in my heart, it's time to get up, and I have to drive back to my hometown in Linhai today.
Turning his head to look at the gentleman, he was sleeping on his stomach, his hands under the pillow, his little eyes closed tightly, as if they were stuck with 502 glue, but his eyeballs began to roll under his noses, and it seemed that he was also on the verge of awakening.
I closed my eyes again, reminiscing about the auspicious light and comfort in the hazy haze, trying to continue the feeling.
Boom! Outside the window, there was the sound of the car door finally closing and the car starting, and it was no wonder that the three generations of the family had also gotten up this morning to go on vacation or return to their hometowns.
Why is this earthy but strong human touch so fascinating? It stirred up all my memories of my childhood, about my hometown, from my grandparents to my children. Obviously, it filters out unpleasant impurities, leaving only a mellow and fragrant essence, and the emotions stirred out in this way are more intoxicating than the elixir of fine wine!
Such dreams are becoming more and more rare and rare.
The dreams I've had in the past are often beautiful and comfortable, such as large hazy fields of pink flowers, dotted with shiny gold dust; The hillsides and terraces are full of exotic plants that produce large and beautiful flowers; Or overlook the lights of thousands of homes in the night sky, surrounded by flickering stars; There are also heavenly markets, bright temple fairs, and delicious food stalls where you can see white steam rising, ......
Later, this kind of heart-warming dream became less and less, and after the two nuclear sewage were discharged into the sea, more and more monsters and dark matter appeared in the dream, showing their teeth and claws, and their faces were hideous. In my dreams, I often feel my heart racing and exhausted in order to avoid their pursuit and encirclement. Fortunately, after waking up, I realized that I had just had a nightmare, but my spirit was still tense, dizzy, and sweating, and the mental and physical damage of the nightmare was self-evident.
Even when he is awake, he can't get rid of mental entanglement. My hometown is near the sea, although it is not directly by the sea, I also know that it belongs to the coastal city, not far from the seaside, we were raised by the Dadonghai since we were children, and we have a deep attachment and love for the Dadonghai, and people in the inland may not be able to fully understand this emotion. The Great East China Sea embodies the life and life of our seaside people for generations, and is the dependence of survival and faith. When I wrote this, my eyes were filled with tears, because Dadonghai has the grace of nurturing, reproduction, and moisturizing in our hearts, and it is the kindness of relatives, faith, soul, and guardian spirit.
If a loved one is injured, how can it not be sad and indignant?
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