徜徉 Modest

一时兴起的产物

意识流，诉说青年人的苦衷

"The movement is colliding on the river bank
The flying birds are rattled in search of the way home
The hearts of people lost and far flurried
What are you looking for? What are you asking for?
What are you worrying about ?
Run, run, to the direction of the stars"

The stars lit up the sky with silvery white, flashing quietly, indicating the direction for the lost people. What a strange but charming place it was, with mist and grass fragrance, a river walking through, and sparkling water reflecting dazzling starlight.

With a little fear, I wandered on the wet grass, wondering where I was now and trying to find someone nearby for consolation. Suddenly I stopped when I was hearing a faint sob.

After I approached the source of that sound, I found a boy in holy white curling up under the a tree with arms tightly hugging himself. His body slightly trembled and the face was full of worries.

I walked over after a moment's hesitation, stretching out my hand to him and asking - "What are you afraid of? " 

He was a little restless while he saw me, which took me some time to help him get rid of his vigilance on me. He buried his head deeply between his knees and initiated a talk after a long period of quiescence.

He told me that he was called Youth.

All of a sudden, the stars irregularly flashing up, the boy jumped up unexpectedly and pulled my hands madly for escape, whispering "no, no..."

The surrounding scenery, like an overturned palette, was absolutely blurred, and my consciousness was slack in the run.

As I opened my eyes, it was a wholly new scene—

Fire, explosion, screaming, crying...

The site was on a war! 

We were being in a war-torn world, the night sky was illuminated by burning fire as if it were daytime. There were corpses everywhere, broken walls in all places of sight. The cries of children were covered by gunfire rumble, people’s tears on the cheek were been drying by flame. I could clearly feel that the world was losing its life.I saw crowds running amuck, the weak was pushed back by the strong, the fallen was trampled underfoot by the running. The crazy crowds was like uncivilized and primitive prairie wolves, like beasts in competitions.

The shells fell around us, and the huge waves brought us down. The boy was more constrained and uneasy. I guess he might be being worried about how to survive in such a chaotic circumstance, which was also troubling me.

Survive, survive, we have to survive! The boy shrieked.

In the turn of a hand, the stars were glittering, the world were revolving, which made me close my eyes promptly...

This time, we were standing on a charming summer night. With the breeze blowing, the church bells were ringing in the fresh fragrance. We walked across the small bridge, under which a stream was flowing and reflecting the silvery white moonlight. On the broad road, what we could see was a large area of wheat fields, small houses of clean white, where faint and warm light came.

The local villagers standing in the cornfield, gathered to chat in a side of haystack, sitting at the table covered by a calico to drink black tea. Everyone here was mediocre, without the pressure of lives, nor much desire, just intending to have a stable and secure, immutable and frozen lifestyle day in and day out.

What a peaceful place here it was! He should not worry about anything this time, with such thought, I looked at the boy beside me.

Nevertheless, he was still frowning, becoming much more anxious, and whispering, "no, no, this is not what I am craving..."

"They are living a safe life, and nothing can take their lives. What are you still worrying about, Youth? "

"Becoming mediocre." said him.

I was completely shocked, what he said was like a thunder waking me up, I suddenly understood all of his thoughts.

The world's bells rang twelve times, and the space was twisting again.

Dreams came to an abrupt end, and I finally got back home and got back to reality.

But the people and things in the dream still vibrated in my heart. I heard the ballad from inner space—

"Fearing of danger and fearing of mediocrity
Worrying about how to live
and worrying about how to live excellently
We, we young people
To live, to live outstandingly"

END.