Hunter and Hussar

Chapter 12 Autumn Poetry Reading
"Come here!" I waved to everyone sitting on the grass, and trotted all the way to them.Mi Le was also sitting, with her sister and Teacher Zhou.

"Pe Wei performed very well today." Teacher Zhou said, "Mr. Wang praised you after the game, saying that you are both civil and military."

When I heard the compliment, I didn't dare to look at them anymore, so I sat down next to Mi Le, but he grinned and pulled my face.If there are too many people, he will know that I can't deal with him.

"Why are you here?" I asked angrily.

"Didn't I switch clubs? But the registration has not been completed, so I don't belong to any clubs now. It's okay to participate in the activities of the literature club, right? Besides, Teacher Zhou and the president also agreed." It's really cunning.

Although the coach agreed to let Mi Le join the team after the trial training, he has not yet completed the club registration, and we only have 17 players in the roster for today's game.Even if the association is registered, the player's supplementary registration must be submitted to the Mayor's Cup Committee. At least Mi Le will not be eligible to participate until after the National Day.Fortunately, this is the fourth weekend, and there will be a holiday in a few days, and there will be no official competitions before the National Day.

"Today is not an official event of the literature club, but Teacher Zhou took us to play." My sister added.

The breeze is blowing, the sky is as clear as blue, and the sunshine at the end of September is as pleasant as autumn. Sitting on the grass is very comfortable.Teacher Zhou took out a few pieces of paper with a good smell, all of which were copied poems, and asked us to read one each.

"Can we join?" Two girls came up behind us, and they were also on the sidelines in today's game.One of them had a camera around her neck, and I remembered she was Yue Yin from the news agency.This club has its own WeChat public account, on which some school news written by the students is published every week.She said that she also posted an exclusive interview with Kuang Hao and Mu Zheng yesterday, as a pre-match preview of the first game and the team's outlook for the new season.Of course I don't know, but Mi Le said he had seen it.This class [-] student is equivalent to our team reporter. In addition, she also works part-time as our home MC. I know her. She and her sister have been good friends since childhood. "The green hills are hidden and the water is far away", "The mountains are in the void", these two poems are said by my sister whenever her name is mentioned.

The other is from Class [-], graduated from No.[-] Primary School, her name is Xu Mu, and Teacher Zhou knows her.She is tall and full of heroism. She played football in elementary school, so she is very interested in the game. Today, she came to be a spectator.It was she who was talking with Mi Le in the stands.

Does No. [-] Middle School have a women's football team?The banner on our stand has not been removed, "Jiangyuan City No. [-] Middle School Boys Football Team".Since we are a football club, it stands to reason that both male and female students can join the club. Why is there only boys in the school team?

"Brother Mu Zheng played very well today, thanks to you, your classmate. That pass was really good." She said it to me, and I secretly glanced at Teacher Zhou while avoiding her eyes.She didn't respond, but her face seemed a little red.

The teacher welcomed them very much, and there were still a few poems left in hand.

We read in silence, the world has lost its voice except for the wind.Everything is integrated into the flowing autumn, slowly passing over the cheeks as time goes by.Who would have thought that there had been a fierce game here a few minutes ago?After the excitement and excitement have faded, the quiet breathing is equally fascinating.I kind of want to lean against a tree and listen to the breath-like flapping of the leaves, and the footsteps of ants climbing up the wrinkled branches.Mi Le's head was pressed against mine, exuding the breath of the sun.Maybe my sister would go to a nearby fruit shop and bring a handful of mangoes and oranges. We scooped up a few without any scruples, tore off a layer of skin, and bit into it. The fresh juice dripped down our arms onto our clothes. At that time, Xianxian would say, Mom is going to scold us again.

"Teacher, I don't know a few words." Mi Le got up and went to the teacher.The momentary reverie in the crowd dissipated, but it was blurred like reality, I almost thought that Xianxian was back, right beside me.

Each poem has no title and no poet's name.The teacher asked us to give the poem a title after reading it, or guess what kind of person the poet is.

"End of my years of wandering,
I go back to my childhood home,

It still looks foreign to me.

My hands touched the trees,
As one caresses a sleeping man;
I walked those ancient paths repeatedly,

As if to remember a forgotten poem;
I have seen the twilight fall,

slender crescent

Moving past leafy towering palms
seeks the cover of its shadow,
Like a bird throwing itself into its nest.

Before I get acquainted with this old home again,

Before living here again,

Between the walls of its courtyard,
What flocks of birds will fly in the sky;

How many heroic zephyrs,
Will gather in the depths of the alley;
And the tender new moon,

And how much tenderness will be poured into the garden. "[1]
Yue Yin read the first poem.

"I don't know much about poetry. I feel that this poem is so gentle. When it comes to the title, I wanted to say "Going Home" at first, but it was too common. Then I thought of "Reunion."

When we asked the teacher the answer, the teacher smiled and said that there was no standard answer: some of the titles of these poems were translated, and the translator may not be able to convey the completely accurate meaning;

"No closer approach,
All accidents are shaped among us;

Only the sun shines through the colorful branches and leaves

On two willing hearts, the same.

When the seasons come, they will fall separately,
And the giant tree that gave birth to us is evergreen,

its mockery of our inhumanity
(and cry) into peace in the old roots of oneness. "[2]
Xu Mu said that she named this poem "Growth and Unchanging". Evergreen giant tree.

"Silence.

I go on stage.

by the open door
I'm trying to detect echo in
What kind of future does it contain.

Night and a thousand telescopes

is aiming at me.

God, Father, if possible,

Take the cup from me.

I like your stubborn ideas

Ready to play the role.

And there was another drama going on.

Let me go this time.

But the whole plot is set,
The end of the road is in sight.

I am alone among the hypocrites.

Life is not about going out into the fields. "[3]
"I feel that this is a poem written in the tone of an actor. He seems not to want to obey, but to stick to his beliefs, but he has to pay a big price. He seems to have discovered that his own efforts may not change anything, but he is still unwilling The result is loneliness. However, the last sentence makes me feel that he is brave, as if he has recognized that life is not so good, but he has not escaped. The title I think is "Life and Destiny". I am right Is it?" My sister looked at Teacher Zhou.

"A thousand readers have a thousand Hamlets in their hearts. Just say what's in your heart."

"But I'm afraid that if I go astray, won't I just talk to myself in the end?"

"Sometimes you can see wonderful scenery even if you go astray. Don't worry too much, literature itself is expressing yourself, and reading is also a kind of expression. If what you see from this poem is not a poet but yourself, then that is also true. very good."

"Thinking about the past, crossing the river, the green moths look down on the mountains.

Sleeping together in a boat to listen to the autumn rain, each with a light quilt is cold. "[4]
"I didn't know a few words just now. The teacher marked the pronunciation and meaning for me, and now I roughly understand it. What a coincidence, it seems that I am the only one who smoked ancient poems. I feel that the artistic conception is very beautiful, but it is a bit cold Yes, and... it seems that the two people lying together didn't fully understand each other? I hope they can talk after the rain stops and tell each other what they are thinking."

Miller handed me his piece of paper. If I didn't see the text, I really don't know what he was reading.

"Actually, it's hard to tell the other party what's on your mind," Xu Mu said.

"Yes. I hope that person is worth talking to." He said.

"This word seems to be a memory? The first sentence I heard was 'thinking about the past'." Yue Yin said, "I don't know if the two of them will have the opportunity to 'sleep together and listen to the autumn rain' again. Thinking about it this way, 'Each cold' is quite a luxury."

Mi Le chose "Waiting" for this poem. He said it didn't look like the title of an ancient poem, but Mr. Zhou said it was very good.

It's my turn.

"Lord! It's time. Summer was big.

cast your shadow on the sundial,

Let the autumn wind blow across the fields.

Let the last fruit grow full,

Give them another two days of southern climate,
forcing them to mature,

Brew the last sweetness into strong wine.

Whoever has no house now needs no building,
Whoever is alone now is always alone,
Just awake, reading, writing long letters,

up and down the boulevard

Wander restlessly, before the fallen leaves fly. "[5]
Unspeakable feelings, I just want to lie down in the autumn field, listen to the blue sky and white clouds, do nothing, just read the poem again, shed tears quietly, and don't let anyone see it.

"This poem...is wonderful. Alone, lonely, wandering, but not so sad. I can't say why, but the feeling, I want to live, always live, want to be a poet, in the autumn... sorry, I don't know what I'm talking about, but after reading this poem, I feel that I should be gentle and be gentle to everyone. This poet must also be a very gentle person. That... This poem is so good I can’t think of a title, but I’m very satisfied just reading it. If it had a title, it must be very ordinary and not gorgeous at all.”

Who is rubbing my head again.

When it was over, my sister pulled me aside, and Mi Le was waiting for me outside the stadium.

"Wei Wei, you made my sister very happy today."

"What?"

"It's nothing, I said you played well in the game. By the way, Teacher Zhou said that you have always been a member of the literature club. If someone in the football club bullies you, just tell us."

"Forget it, no one bullied me over there, only you bullied me since childhood."

"Today I think you are a bit like a hunter, and it would be better if you were a little more like a light cavalry."

"Can you say something I understand?"

"Then I'll just say it, your face is very comfortable to pinch."

"

[1] Jorge Luis Borges, The Return.

[2] The eighth of Mu Dan's "Eight Poems".

[3] Boris Pasternak, Hamlet.

[4] Zhu Yizun's "Gui Dian Qiu·Thinking of the Past".

[5] Rilke's "Autumn".

(End of this chapter)