Music box prose through the snow

That year, he went to teach in a small village in Basu, Tibet, and two years later, he could return to the city to find a good job.

The children in the school come from different villages. The nearest one lives in the village, and the farthest one even climbs a snow-capped mountain at an altitude of 3000 meters. He is very familiar with the child who lives in the farthest place. His name is Ye Cuo, with a small black face and two pieces of plateau red. It is said that he is the poorest student in this school. There is only one horse in his family, which is the only source of livelihood for the whole family. He bears the burden of life for them, and occasionally he can pick up a few tourists when spring comes.

I am also very silent on weekdays, but my eyes are very special, a little timid and melancholy, with fear in depression and a trace of firmness in fear. In this remote small village, his eyes are all neat, the old man and the child are the same, single and pure, but the child seems to have a lot of content in his eyes.

When it snows heavily, children far away from home can only stay and live in the teacher's dormitory. On that day, there were several children left in his dormitory.

That night, the children rummaged through his things and played his guitar with his permission. Just then, the melancholy little boy was looking through one of his little music boxes. It was a birthday present from his first girlfriend when he was a freshman. Although they broke up before graduation, he still kept this beautiful music box. In the days after his arrival, he kept opening and listening to the familiar song "To Alice", until one day, the clockwork collapsed.

At the moment, Ye Cuo is stroking the music box, and his eyes are the faint melancholy he is familiar with.

He went over and asked, "Do you know what it's called?"

"No" measures are always so few.

"This is called a music box. As soon as the lid is opened, it will sing. "

"Who gave it to you?" I was surprised to ask a question that caught him off guard.

"My mother gave it to me on my birthday. But now it's broken, let's listen. " He lied to the child.

Also measures to see his one eye, just don't talk with his head down.

It snowed heavily that night, and he could hear the sound of trees breaking behind the school. When he woke up the next day, he saw the trees on the playground. The branches are bent by snow, and there is snow in the distance, except white.

At that time, HeCuO lived in the dormitory for three days, but from the next night, HeCuO began to miss home. He cried when he heard the rustling of snow in the middle of the night. He couldn't help holding him in his arms and asking, "Do you miss your mother?"

"I want to see grandma." I shed a bunch of tears as soon as I opened my mouth.

He encouraged the children: "It's a pity that the teacher can only see his mother once a year, and the teacher misses his mother very much, but does the teacher not cry?"

Look at him, too. Stop crying. On the third night, Ye Cuo's mother rode a horse to the door of his dormitory and took Ye Cuo away.

It snowed heavily that winter. During the New Year in China, heavy snow blocked the road. He is homesick, but he can't go back.

Finally, the next spring, there was less snow and the sun was warm. He heard that there are few tourists in the nearby town. The road seems to be open, but he doesn't have time to go home because the children have already started school.

I'm also at a loss. Like a newborn child, there is no longer a faint sadness in his eyes, but there seems to be an unspeakable joy. When I look at him, I can't help but want to laugh, but I still don't like to talk. I always look at him secretly.

Then came his birthday, and no one celebrated it for him. He lit a candle for himself alone. But three days later, he accidentally received a package from Beijing. When I opened it, it turned out to be a music box, which was even more beautiful than his. There is a letter in the music box. When he looks at it, his heart melts like Chun Xue. ...

This letter is from a stranger in Beijing. In the letter, the man said that he had lived for eight nights in the previous month and met a child named Ye Cuo. The child led his horse to send him into the mountain and confiscated him a penny. He was only asked to give the teacher a music box as a birthday present in early April, because the music box given to the teacher by his mother was broken, and the teacher had not seen his mother for a long time. ...

He only needed to teach there for two years, but he stayed there for six years before going back.

Timeline game

Why do we love crossing? Because crossing is like dreaming or playing games, jumping around on the time axis, fun!

Modern women with unrestrained personality have crossed into a conservative dynasty, which can trigger enough stories to shoot dozens of TV dramas. Think about it this way. Maybe Wu Zetian is a powerful modern professional woman (such as Du Lala) who crossed into the Tang Dynasty?

But it is said that there are rules for crossing, and any traces left by people crossing in history will be corrected by time and become invisible. This rule, which I don't know where it came from, is to reassure everyone: go to history and play tricks boldly! Time will correct everything!

In fact, if you can cross into an ancient palace, become sisters with the intrigued concubines, and fall in love with the prince fighting for power and profit, this kind of crossing is simply lucky, and every day is full of surprises and stories.

But what if you are not so lucky to cross into a mediocre life?

But such a story of crossing has been happening: after a long journey, I finally arrived somewhere. People around us speak strange languages, wear different clothes and even look strange. All the buildings are different from what they used to be familiar with. Where is this? Where can I eat and sleep?

The feeling of being suddenly in a foreign country is no different from crossing-the familiar people are not around, and everything has to be learned from scratch. No one can share their feelings, and any difficulties must be solved by themselves. Studying abroad is the path that many young friends will choose. They will find that this crossing is not a TV series that is treading on thin ice, but a long marathon.

Going abroad is a psychological and cultural journey. At first, I will be very excited and think everything is fun. Then I will feel lonely, because I am trapped in a life beyond my control and have to adapt to the surrounding environment. This process is often long and boring. I am faced with the repetitive life day after day: attending classes, going home, surfing the Internet and doing homework. It is like living in a different world, but not through drama.

The safest crossing is like knowing that the well in the backyard is just visiting. If you can't satisfy yourself when crossing, just jump into the well and change the dynasty. It's as convenient as watching TV and changing channels. As soon as the Moonlight Box was opened, people in front of them changed the fashion of another dynasty. Going abroad as a substitute for crossing is also quite safe. You know this is a temporary state, you know the way back, then everything is still under control. I just want to be friends with loneliness.

It is said that liberal arts students like to travel to ancient times because they have their favorite poetic ideas in ancient times, while those who return to ancient times in modern times have a strong knowledge advantage. Predicting the occurrence of historical events can be regarded as a fortune teller. This crossing is really using the ancients.

Science students are eager to cross into the future. They are eager to fly spaceships, wave laser swords and fight in the universe. A dynasty is nothing, and the whole universe is worthy of their dreams. My postdoctoral friend, who observes mice in the laboratory every day, told me his dream: to reconstruct protein and let human beings have various special functions. Of course, his first step is to make mice grow into mice with special functions. For this reason, he did experiments for three years and didn't see any concrete progress. He can only fly the world through imagination-according to his theory, human cells can become lighter and fly with people like balloons, so that the world will no longer have to fight for oil and human beings can usher in real peace. With the heart of the world, he can only record the condition of mice once every three hours.

Crossing is an ideal shortcut, which allows us to fly over ordinary and daily life, all necessary steps, and directly enter and enjoy the drama. But in reality, we can't avoid any steps, whether it's studying sage books or waiting for the result of an experiment.