I went back home（五）

8.

Night, sleeping in a small Westinghouse.

Indus is a flickering shadows outside the house. The night is so quiet. Good night, except for slightly lonely heart, this really be the perfect night of it, who needs? I often think of life not many such a night, actually I would not have to sleep. But this quiet pity it does not fall to sleep.

Often in meditation and to hear the calls of geese. Geese to fly back to the south, where they must pass through the land.





Girl, I often Muqiu season, sunset hours, sat opposition chrysanthemums blooming fields, falling in the reeds swirling in the sky hovering gazing down from the geese. They are so holy and beautiful, like heaven to bring the elves. They stay in the land of the yellow, in order to replenish their energy in order to continue flying south. They land on the Xixi slapstick, sometimes run around in, when the side wings circled quiet.

I often saw that afternoon. His mouth full of hope and sorrow girls, watching their figure. At that time, I look forward to fly like them the same.

Later, I did the same as they flew away. Fly to a strange city.





They cry in the night is so clear and loud, I guess they would like the dead of night flying low, so do not tolerate the cold at high altitude. I can even hear the sound of their fluttering wings.

Perhaps, they flew from my window.

Goose call, then the desolation, the smell of people thoughts fly, then heart is sad. This is the voice of migrants, has kept his mouth all the vicissitudes of life, the sound is his mouth tired.

Dayan ah, where is your home?

A friend to Information: peace of mind that is home.

But this heart where it can be safe?

Heart gave the answer: there is love.

Where there is love? I looked at the sleeping fur, kissed her face.