Hunter and Hussar

Chapter 19
What will you do during the eight-day National Day holiday?Are you traveling or staying at home?Please write a narrative with the title of "A Day of Vacation" to record a day in your vacation.Write your true feelings, no less than 600 words.

holiday day

Ke Peiwei, Class [-], Grade [-]

Today is the first day of the holiday. I acted as a tour guide and took my good friend Mi Le out to play.There are many tourist attractions in Jiangyuan, but most of them are crowded with people. I want to take him to a place that is worth seeing without people.

We walked along the Yangtze River, and the light rain stopped in the afternoon, and fog began to form.Occasionally, white birds can be seen, flapping their wings and approaching the water.The ferry on the river blew its whistle, and the birds flew there, as if they were spirits from the whistle and were being summoned back by the sound of the whistle.

There was an overturned table by the river, helplessly slumped on the pile of rocks, with one corner already rotten.Several children passed by it pulling the kite strings, and the colorful kites loomed in the gloomy sky.The kite in the cloud is far away from us, and the table washed by the river for a long time is very close to us.

There is a train station near the ferry, which is out of use.Mi Le and I walked onto the empty platform, and through the closed glass windows, we could see the waiting room with nothing but dust, those green seats were silent in the present time.In the small square in front of the station, there is a radio that is not too loud. Old people are dancing, and we admire it from a distance.It danced so well, as if they were young and we were faltering.

Bypassing the mirror-like glass of the waiting room, we came to the platform.Grass was growing in disorder, and they climbed the rails and sleepers that were never to be used again.I heard that Mr. Zhu Ziqing once received the oranges given to him by his father here. I checked with my mobile phone, and the place is actually in Nanjing.How far is Jiangyuan from Nanjing?I did not check.

I want to buy two oranges, one for Mi Le and one for myself.But there is no fruit shop near the station. According to the old people, there used to be.There used to be a sea of ​​people here, but now there are only rusty railings and hostels with missing signs.I saw a gleaming white mirror at the entrance of the barber shop, but there was no light in the shop, let alone the owner and customers.The two of us stood in front of the mirror, seeming a little puzzled.Which world is real?In the mirror or outside the mirror?

After walking for a while, I saw the railway and the tower again.There is a stuffed rabbit on the rubble at the far end of the railroad, and a faded hydrogen balloon hangs from the top of a high tower.I don't know how long they have been here, and I don't know if they are very lonely.I wanted to lie on the rails for a while, but Mi Le immediately pulled me up.I said, without a train, there will never be a train passing by.But he said that there is no train and no lying on the tracks.

He was right.

In the evening, we went to another scenic spot by the river, but there were no people there either.A small mountain, climbed up can blow the river wind farther, but the fog did not clear, and the other side could not be seen.We found a strange inscription that read "Think about it, don't die".I checked it with my mobile phone, and it was Mr. Tao Xingzhi who asked the question.He seems to have written such words in many places, because many people committed suicide in Linjiang.Mr. Tao was very sad, so he erected a monument here to warn him.Miller said that if someone can see the words written by Mr. before ending their lives, maybe they really don't want to die.Perhaps without Mr. Tao's persuasion, a passerby suddenly called him and asked him if he needed help, and he might stop.

I think so.We have to live well.

holiday day

Grade [-] and Class [-] Mi Le
On the second day of the holiday, my good friend Ke Ke took me to the Memorial Hall of the Victims.Before I came to Jiangyuan, I had heard about the atrocities that happened decades ago.So I said to Ke Ke: "You are a local, and you want to take me to the Holocaust Memorial Hall." Ke Ke said: "Don't call it the Holocaust Memorial Hall, it should be called the Memorial Hall of the Victims. The elementary school Chinese teacher told me that we commemorate It is not the brutal massacre, but the compatriots who lost their lives in this disaster."

Before entering the memorial, I was a little scared, but I am going to visit.Ke Ke pulled me back and said, "Be mentally prepared." I knew Ke Ke was also scared, and he was trying to be stronger and braver so that I wouldn't be so scared.

Before, I had only heard about the massacre. I didn't understand how cruel the reality was until I saw the brutal atrocities committed by the Japanese invaders.The black-and-white photos are chilling, and it is hard to imagine that it was something that actually happened in history.Distorted smiles, bloody knives, countless dead compatriots.Many people came to visit, but I felt like I fell into an empty ice cave, surrounded by unmelting cold.There was no sound, I couldn't see anything, I only heard the sound of water drops, which came at very short intervals.Later I found its source, a machine that simulates the sound of water.It says that for every drop of water, a person is killed.

I leaned on Ke Ke and walked out of the memorial hall.The sun was shining, and I was dizzy.I stayed in the closed pavilion for too long, and when I saw the sun again, I felt it was miserable and unreal.It made my whole body hot, but I still couldn't get rid of the cold.

We came to a wall and saw a long list, countless names.The staff told us that these names belonged to only a very small number of victims.More names are still being sought, and even after all these years, they are still trying to find the name of each victim.

I dare not look at the list, afraid to see the same name as someone I know, even my own name.If I lived in that era, I might also be a name engraved on the wall, or waiting to be engraved on the wall.

After leaving the memorial hall, we went to have dinner in a shopping mall not far away.There are many restaurants and the lights are very bright. I have no appetite. I feel that this place is still too close to the memorial hall.Ke Ke found a restaurant. The owner came from Taiwan Province and politely asked us what to eat.Seeing that we were eating very slowly, I came to ask if it was not well done.Ke Ke said: "The fish is a bit salty." I said: "We just came out of the memorial hall not long ago." He nodded and gave us a free fruit plate.

Before leaving, he bowed to us and said that the fish will not be so salty next time.I don't know if it will come in the future.But maybe I'll go to the memorial again.

History and reality are not always so beautiful.We can only face it, we have to face it.

Throughout the third day, we both huddled in front of the small desk to do our homework, because we had to go out again tomorrow.Finally finished writing the composition.After reading each other's compositions, they were very tired and lay down on the bed.

Keke, what do you think is the scariest thing?
Are you still not asleep, and asked this kind of weird thing again.

I asked because you were awake.

If you ask, you should speak first.

I feel like someone is staring at you, judging you all the time.I don't know if you have such a feeling, I want to avoid the eyes of others.Everyone has a set of standards and wants to mold you into what they want you to be, no matter what you think or do.If they had knives, they might kill people recklessly, and kill those who didn't meet their standards. For them, that wasn't the same life as themselves.They don't have knives now, but they're still scary.Don't play by their rules, have a good time, they will congratulate, but still stare at you.Once you have a bad day, it can prove how right they are.They can do nothing else all day long, just waiting for you to have a bad day.On the surface, their pointing and pointing is to care about me and for my own good, but in fact it is just to satisfy their own wishes and imaginations.Never caring about what I look like, just whether I'm becoming what they want me to be.Worst of all, I gradually found that these stares and comments changed my behavior to avoid being judged.Even though I knew I might be pretending to be a fool, but when I think about it later, I feel very disgusted.I did things I didn't want to do.Do these things too much, will I end up becoming the kind of person I hate?Maybe it has been, I learned from a very young age to cater to the grown-ups, how they wanted me to respond, and I grew up exactly the way they wanted me to.So, who am I?
You... In my eyes, you are tall and mighty, a passing master on the court and a side gate, a man standing upright.I talked and laughed.

fuck off.Believe it or not, I really kicked you down to hit the floor?He kicked me.

Have I ever bored you?I asked.

It's okay, even if it's annoying, it's not that annoying.You are not bad, at least staying together will not make me uncomfortable, it is quite pleasant.Well, it's your turn, speak up.

What I find terrible is the inability to do anything about people, things, and time.You may try your best, but in the end you are so far away that you can't even fool yourself.For example, when my childhood is over, even if I recall it again and again, I will only get sadness, because the people who accompany me can no longer appear in my life.I can't change anything, and I'm not cruel enough to forget the past.

Sometimes, I'm not even sure if the things I've imagined are true, maybe my brain is broken.Why can't I remember things at such a young age?Every time I want to write or talk about what I think of, I always feel that something is wrong, there are problems everywhere, and it seems that the past cannot be restored.There is a distance between memory and reality, just like the shadow in the mirror and the person outside the mirror.The past is more complicated than memory.You can't go back to the past, you have nothing now, but you have to live.

To make matters worse, I felt that my words and actions might affect other people.Like you just said, I make people do things they don't necessarily have to do, whether I want to or not.So I just asked you, did I annoy you.I feel like I'm the kind of person you're talking about disturbing people.

Others have changed because of me. If it gets better, it’s okay, but more often it’s because of me that it gets worse... I don’t want to go home. One reason may be that I feel that I will hurt my parents and my sister at home. .And I can't control myself... I'm sorry, I joked a few days ago, what if your parents take you away from Jiangyuan.I am good and bad.You must be angry.I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I don't want you to go, you are my best friend...

I won't go, even if you drive me away, I won't go.He said.We stayed together, in middle school, in high school.

hook.

Well, the drag hook must not be changed for 100 years.By the way, Ke Ke, I still remember that poem, "Sleep together and listen to the autumn rain, and the little blankets are lightly quilted, and each is cold".The two of us are lying on the same boat now, so don't wait around and let each of us "cold" in the end.You can tell me anything you want to say, and I'll listen.

Um.I will listen to you too.

good night.

good night.

Then we really heard the autumn rain.Sleeping drowsily, I was awakened by Mi Le's stepping on me. He was startled by the sound of dripping water and turned over and jumped out of the bed.He jumped out of bed, without slippers, and turned on the light in a panic, shaking my eyes for a long time.

It's flooded.It was a good thing that the door was not opened, the water under the crack of the door was just slowly pushing itself in.As soon as Mi Le opened, we witnessed the collapse of the embankment, and a row of flood waiting outside the door rushed into the door, and the mud like dead leaves and seaweed fragments floated under our feet, and a few strands of hair were clearly visible, which reminded me of A water strider lying on the water.Really self-destructing Great Wall.

Mi Le quickly closed the door as if he had seen a ghost in the middle of the night, saying that the drain on the roof must be blocked.He shook his head, and said to me, Ke Ke, wash your feet and go back to bed, I'll go and unblock it.

I definitely don't agree.So the two-person emergency rescue team was established. We went back and put on our slippers, he was holding a flashlight, and I was holding an umbrella, and opened the door to welcome the storm.On the boundless sea, the strong wind gathers dark clouds.Between the dark clouds and the sea, we, holding umbrellas, are like black lightning, moving forward proudly.However, practice has proved that it is useless to open an umbrella. The rain instantly wets our pajamas from all directions.The water was up to my ankles and would have been higher for Miller.Fortunately, I was not stupid enough to wear long trousers, otherwise I would have to wash it again.

Mi Le said that he was going to look for a toilet plug at the sewer, and told me that the plug was specially used to unclog the sewer on the rooftop, and had never been used in other places.But when we waded there, it didn't know which island it had drifted to. Maybe Robinson Crusoe just caught it.

Had to split up to find.It would be nice to have a private swimming pool on the eleventh floor. Mi Le slipped and fell into the water before he could finish his sentence.When he got up, he instinctively shook his body, trying to shake the water off his body like a puppy.Seeing me laughing, and laughing more and more arrogantly, he rushed over and pushed me into the water, and I deliberately took advantage of the situation to be pushed down by him.Drenched means nothing to worry about, no matter where the plug is or whether the rain is still falling, we two have a water fight in the only all-natural top-floor luxury open-air swimming pool in this community.First they splashed water on each other, then picked up the slippers and slapped the water, attacking each other with the splashed water, and finally the slippers smashed each other, anyway, wearing them is more slippery than walking barefoot.We really became two little lunatics, just jumping, running, stepping on the water and fighting with each other, yelling, laughing like crazy, and didn't want to care about anything else except to make each other more embarrassed It has nothing to do with us if the house is washed away.Let the storm come more violently. It's been a long time since I've been so unscrupulous and crazy. I almost forgot that I can be so mischievous.After thinking about it for a while, Mi Le picked up the laundry tub next to the drying rack, and poured a whole basin of water over my head.I grabbed him and scratched him with both hands. He kicked hard and brought me down too.We sat in the pool and looked at the dense dark clouds, and the dead branches and leaves that had accumulated for many days on the roof drifted past our stomachs as if nothing had happened.Looking at it, he suddenly turned his head and grabbed my cheek fiercely, like pulling his sticky rice cake.

The fierce battle ended with shouting downstairs.We obediently signed the non-existent armistice agreement.Fortunately, it was outside, and the door to the roof was locked.When I get to school, I have to write an inspection again.

Hearing the sound of gurgling in the drain, we knew that the water would recede little by little.The rain also stopped, I don't know what time it was, the moon behind the dark clouds showed its almost full face.After the lights of the city were extinguished, the moonlight was extraordinarily bright.We stepped on the reflowing water and walked aimlessly on the rooftop.I took two deep breaths, and the disappearing autumn rain still remained in the humid air, soaking into my lungs little by little along with the quiet night.The sleeping city is deep and long, as if the eternal wilderness has once again covered the earth.Under the blue light, I saw that Mi Le was more lively than before, so cute from head to toe, he seemed to never grow up and grow old.

It's good to live in this world.That's what I thought before going in the door and mopping the floor with him.

(End of this chapter)