Kunming Lake, Hou Xian, what does "half a person accompany a cold joke" mean?

Let's start with the background story of Kunming Lake: (written by Hou Xian himself)

The story of Kunming Lake

Geography class ...

The chair 0.0 1 cm away from me was still hot ten minutes ago.

"The wind is so strong that my nose hurts." I habitually complain about the weather.

It happened that the eye glands failed to live up to expectations and the vision began to blur.

Distracted again ...

In mid-February last year

The head teacher came into the classroom with a smile on his face.

This kind of expression usually appears, and there are only two possible situations.

Coming 1, new teacher 2, new classmate.

A weak girl followed her into the classroom, and the smell of early spring in the south came to my nose.

Well, it's obviously the latter

After a burst of enthusiasm, the transfer girl was arranged next to me.

expected

Because the only vacancy in the class is in the last row where I am.

The indifferent habit makes me seldom talk and ignores the communication with my classmates. It's rare for an underachiever like me to take the initiative to sit in the last row, and the class teacher is at least relieved.

Light footsteps stopped in front of me.

"Hello, my name is Kunming, please give me more advice."

A thick Kunming accent came into my ears, like a pot of Yunnan Pu 'er falling smoothly beside me.

Soft enough to capture her central idea.

The gentle transfer girl bent down and her long hair fell like a waterfall. I can't help looking up. That was the first time I looked at a girl from this angle.

Although I'm not used to it, it's still unforgettable.

"Oh, hello." After a pause, I quickly replied.

Then there is silence.

I don't know what to say, as if any sound would break this strange beauty.

Then I called her Kunming, and she called me Lake.

She likes doodling, swishing to fill any gap within one meter of Fiona Fang.

At first, I thought it was noisy.

Because I am used to writing some essays quietly.

Later, I got used to it.

Left essay, right graffiti, world peace

Since then, what to greet every day has become our biggest headache every day.

Why do you care so much? I don't know.

Until one afternoon, everything became clear.

When she went out to buy paint, I accidentally found a person with an interesting expression like graffiti in many of her sketches of analytic geometry.

"What a familiar face" I realized that the person in the painting was me.

What, it was broken by spring? ...

Gradually, because of Kunming, I became cheerful and talked about everything.

In her description, I have been to her legendary hometown, south of the colorful clouds, for n times.

She taught me to doodle on the back of my school uniform, and I taught her how to make different gestures to annoying weather.

The class whispers about us are spreading in secret.

But for us, having two seats in the class is enough.

however

The beginning means the end.

At the end of the term, I saw her vague expression of consternation, and some kind of premonition had spread in my heart and gradually intensified.

Finally, a long-lost voice came into my ears: "Lake, I'm going back to the south."

I sat still because I couldn't move.

"Don't be so stuffy, okay?" The scary thing is, the reality is that it keeps repeating the old cliche.

Kunming, I didn't find any sign of staying from any expression or tone of my voice, even if it was good at all.

In the few days before she left, everything was calm and deliberate.

Still writing a paper, still doodling.

When we said goodbye, we didn't even have the courage to look at each other again.

10 minutes ago, there was only half a pear left on the empty table next to it.

From my point of view, it looks like half a heart.

I set my watch back to 700 years ago, and a legend about Kunming and the lake was happening.

The four immortals are in charge of the four seasons respectively, and the ancestors of Kunshi are responsible for releasing spring to the world every spring.

According to the rules, it starts in Su Causeway every spring and then spreads.

This year,/kloc-Kunming, the daughter of Lisu nationality, aged 0/7, accepted the order of spring for the first time in her life.

For the outside world, Kunming's heart is full of reverie.

In the spring outing, Kunming was immersed in lakes and mountains, but it traveled three thousand miles, and Su Causeway had already been left behind.

The lake ahead is dry and bleak, but it is still calm.

"This must be Su Causeway." Kunming mistakenly thought that the lake was the place where Su Causeway released spring.

Of course, Kunming gave the first spring rain to a lake that I have never met before.

The lake wakes up in spring, and its cold appearance gradually recedes.

Green shoots and catkins bloom by the lake, like newly torn green satin.

The selfless Kunming took seventeen steps and walked to the middle of the lake.

A Mao Mao rain fell in the wrong place,

So we must make mistakes. ...

The warm Kunming met the indifferent lake.

Lake embankment, 17-hole bridge, two people * * * enjoy poetry and love each other, and so on.

Since then, it has been called Kunming Lake.

It's a pity that winter is weirder than Cao Cao. Speaking of winter.

Kunming has been ordered by the ancestors to return to the south immediately because of the wrong spring.

The weather began to get cold, just like my heart.

Although reluctant, the preservation of the lake still refrained from caring about Kunming.

There is a saying that he has been thinking all night.

"Go home, anyway, I'm used to it. It's better to be quiet, it's quite comfortable. "

Kunming was startled and didn't believe the lake.

"Did you say that?"

Originally, Kunming was prepared to stay at all costs for a word by the lake.

The lake faces Kunming, and the expression repeats "Well, leave a souvenir."

Then he pointed to a pear tree full of pears by the lake.

Kunming, tears streaming down her face, choked back grief, quickly picked half a pear and choked up:

"The legendary separation is so easy."

As soon as I turned around, Kunming left with a wound.

The moment the lover turned around, the tears could not be swallowed any more, and spring came out. ...

Later, the freshwater lake became a saltwater lake.

In the cold winter, are tears ice, ice or tears?

There is no Kunming Lake in Kunming, only sadness and thinking.

Kunming still doesn't understand the meaning of sacrifice.

Lake, there's one more thing to worry about.

After half a year, the tears in the lake gradually transpired to the clouds and flew to the south of the colorful clouds where Kunming was located.

"It's raining again," Kunming muttered.

She just made a full cup of Pu 'er tea with a few drops of rain.

The wrong spring rain a year ago was returned to its original owner, as if something had been added.

Kunming, where the old wound has not healed, felt a little salty in the bitter fragrance of Pu 'er that day. ...

………

"class dismissed"

I woke up, too.

"Half a person accompanying a cold joke" may not mean anything, but a psychological state of the story characters at this time, as if to say. . . I can't say it. Strangely, I feel a little sad.