God said I would meet you

At noon the next day, Zhang Xinli prepared a meal, and the whole family sat neatly at the table and prepared to eat.

When Zhang's mother was picking up the meal, she noticed several scratches on her son's hands. Although it was not particularly obvious, the mother could tell it at a glance.

There are traces of pimples and red spots, which look like they were scratched by fingernails.

The scar was obviously not there at this time yesterday.She glanced at Lin Jinyu and hesitated, "What's going on, did you fight?"

Lin Jinyu lowered her head to pick up the rice with a guilty conscience.

"No, mom, don't worry." Zhang Xinli said lightly, "The dog caught me yesterday when I was teasing the dog."

...Your uncle!You are the dog!You are a dog for three generations!Lin Jinyu dissed Zhang Xinli ten thousand times in her heart, took a big mouthful of rice viciously, stared at him, and chewed with a gnashing of teeth, tearing the rice into pieces.

Today is another sunny day. After dinner, Zhang's parents and Zhang's mother went to work on their own. One went to the field and the other went to guard the chess and card room.

They are always busy, and Lin Jinyu has hardly seen them idle in the past few days since she came here.

Zhang Xinli moved a stool to bask in the sun under the eaves to endorse.Lin Jinyu didn't want to study, so she took a skateboard and played in the yard.

The ground in the unevenly paved yard is uneven, and there are leaves and small stones at every turn. The skateboard Lin Jinyu brought is not suitable for such a ground, and he can't do any movements. It can only be like a small scooter Sliding from one end to the other mechanically, it is easy to get stuck and fall.

Lin Jinyu is really going crazy, this place makes him feel lifeless, okay!

He sat on the skateboard with his legs spread apart, looked up at the sky, and counted sparrows boringly.

The voice of Zhang Xinli's endorsement came to his ears, and Lin Jinyu really admired him. He was able to recite the poems so plainly and without emotion, as solemnly as if a certain president was giving an inaugural speech.

But this courtyard is not big, he doesn't care whether he wants to listen to him or not.

"I hear the echo, from the valley and the heart. I hear the echo. I hear the echo. I hear the echo. The heart of the valley.

After 5 minutes, Lin Jinyu couldn't bear it any longer, she slid over with her foot and said, "Don't say it!!"

Zhang Xinli stopped and said expressionlessly, "Why?"

Lin Jinyu said: "This is a poem! It's a poem! It's a poem! It's not a press release!" He said, "What's the point of you memorizing it by rote for the sake of memorizing it? It doesn't test dictation, why are you memorizing it?"

Zhang Xinli said: "Composition materials."

"If you don't understand it like this, it's like memorizing scriptures by rote, and you won't be able to use it after memorizing it." Lin Jinyu looked at the book in his hand. It was a yellowed anthology of poems published in the Yellow Pages in the 80s. Zhang Xinli picked it up with a few dollars from an old bookstall.

"Do you know what poem I'm reading?"

"You are talking about poetry. I will never admit that you are reciting poetry." Lin Jinyu said: "There is a famous line in this poem from Tagore's "Flying Birds", "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death Like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves'."

Zhang Xinli flipped through the book in his hand, looked at him a little strangely and said, "Well... yes, yes, there is such a sentence. What does it mean? It means that no matter how beautiful a person is when he is alive, he is like a leaf when he is dead. It is the same?"

Lin Jinyu couldn't stand his eyes, as if he saw a dog talking human words or a stool learning to walk on its own, vomited blood: "Of course not!" He said: "Tagore! Tagore, you know, he is a real poet, His poems think about existence and life, and he is not a dark cynic."

"Okay," Zhang Xinli pointed to the book, "Then tell me what it means?"

"It tells you to feel life, to feel everything you meet in your life, to cherish them, touch them, and listen to them. Spend your short life like a summer flower, and then be quiet when death comes."

Lin Jinyu read naturally: "I hear love, I believe in love. Love is a pool of struggling blue algae. Like a gust of desolate wind, passing through my blood-losing veins, guarding the faith of the years."

Zhang Xinli did not speak for a long time. He looked at Lin Jinyu and said, "How do you know this? There is no such thing in these textbooks. Are you talking nonsense?"

Still talking nonsense?funny!It's like a frog in a well sitting in a well watching the sky.

"Do you think everyone is like you? My dad told me when I was a child," Lin Jinyu said: "When I was a kid, my mom and dad would read poems and tell me stories when they put me to bed... I told Maupassant's "The Necklace", "Jewelry" talked about the loss of the horse, the encirclement of Wei and the rescue of Zhao... Anyway, it talked about a lot of things."

"Really?" Zhang Xinli couldn't see any emotion on his face. He lowered his eyes and flipped through the book, saying, "It's good."

Lin Jinyu wasn't sure whether Zhang Xinli was really praising him or trying to put him off. He said seriously, "What kind of attitude is Ning? I'm telling you very seriously. This poem is not a sad lament for death, but A hymn to life." He said: "Use the limited time to find your true self, leave no regrets, and return to silence when you die."

Zhang Xinli looked at Lin Jinyu's serious eyes and looked at him: "...you are right, I don't understand." He said: "I don't know this."

In fact, most of these words were copied by Lin Jinyu from his father.

His father read "Flying Birds" to him, and told him the thoughts Tagore wanted to convey to mankind through every line of his poems that have survived for hundreds of years.Lin Jinyu may not understand everything at this age, he just remembered his father's words.

But of course he won't reveal this secret, and his son pretends to be justified by what Lao Tzu said.

He felt that he had finally managed to win the game in this regard, making Zhang Xin subdued, and he was very proud.

Zhang Xinli flipped through the book and said, "It seems that you don't know anything. I thought you would sleep except for eating, and only play games except for sleeping."

Lin Jinyu looked at him contemptuously, thinking that he didn't even know Tagore, so how dare he say that I don't know anything?You can't do anything okay?

"You don't know anything." Lin Jinyu said.

Zhang Xinli moved his eyes away from the poetry collection, and looked up at him.

Lin Jinyu said: "You don't even know Tagore, let alone Neruda, Nietzsche, Shelley and Goethe."

It just so happened that Zhang's parents and Zhang's mother were not at home at the moment, so he was ready to fight Zhang Xinli for [-] rounds, and said sarcastically: "I don't know about this, I think you are holding back the average reading volume of the people every year." ? I heard that you are already a sophomore in high school, and you don’t have any basic knowledge reserves. Why do you have weekly exams, monthly exams, quarterly exams, unit exams, midterm exams, and college entrance exams?”

The wind is blowing, and the hot and humid wind blows the lush leaves of Liangshan, making a continuous rustling sound, like nature shaking a maraca.

"Yeah, I don't know." This time Zhang Xinli actually didn't refute him, he whispered in a rustling voice: "No one has ever told me about it."