This star is a bit cold

Chapter 167 Funeral Blues
"Let's go, Li, there are not many people in the town, and no one will come any more."

"Where's Liz?" The young man who seemed to have been awake all night asked numbly, "She's Galina's best friend in this town."

"I don't know. I probably fled with my family. Soon, our place will no longer be safe. Those sons of bitches are about to call."

"That's it." Nodding mechanically, it seems that because it is rare to wear such a formal dress, the man who is not used to this kind of dress slowly tidied up his attire, and then followed the person in front slowly toward the go inside.

I don't know if it was too sudden, but the young man's face was full of exhaustion and bewilderment at the moment, not even a trace of sadness could be seen on his slightly stiff face.

The girl was unfortunate, she lost her young life almost as soon as she stepped into the battlefield, but she was also lucky, because part of her body was brought back, so she wouldn't be as dead as others.

After some brief ceremonies, soon, the only remaining priest in the town took the stage.

"Good morning and thank you for coming on this cold day. The service will begin in a few minutes. First we invite Galina's close friend, Lee, to say a few words."

After these words, some bewildered men walked onto the stage like this, and the scene below was actually not solemn, and outside the auditorium, there were also faint sounds of crowing and barking, which made the originally not very solemn occasion even more serious. scribbled.

After all, this ordinary girl no longer has any relatives, and the only people below may not be very familiar with this girl. It is more likely that they came to this rather simple funeral out of a kind of sadness .

As for the man on the stage, everyone in the audience had heard of him, and they didn't expect him to say anything touching on such an occasion.

But in such an atmosphere, the man on the stage opened his mouth a little bit blankly.

"I never imagined that she would leave me, or that she would leave this world so carelessly."

After saying this, the man became silent, as if the words that sounded empty at first glance were all he had in mind.

However, during the silence, the circles of the man's eyes suddenly began to turn red, as if the sealed sadness began to gradually recover at this moment, until it swallowed the entire funeral.

"I'm sorry, I can't say it, and I don't know how to say it." The man's voice, which had begun to choke a little, came back "but I don't think she wants me to feel bad about it, she told me at her funeral. I can laugh out loud until I forget all the pain."

"However, I still have something to tell her. After she left, I wrote the most satisfying work in my life, but I hope that I can never write it in my life." Slightly raised his head, the man's empty eyes slowly Focusing, the mist in the eyes gradually appeared, but the slightly choked voice seemed to have some kind of strong emotion stirring at the moment.

"Now, I wish I could read it to her, and I want her to know that this poem, perhaps, might be worthy of the praise she once had, which I'm a little ashamed of."

There was another silence, and finally, the man looked around, holding the table in front of him with both hands, as if he was worried that he would fall to the ground at any time.

"Stop all the clocks and cut off the phone." The young man looking out of the auditorium with red eye circles did not speak fast, and each sound seemed to hit everyone's heart.

"Give a dog a juicy bone and keep him from barking.

Dumb the piano, with muffled drums.

Lift out the coffin and let the mourners come. "

The deep voice is getting louder and louder, making this stirring emotion echo here in another way.

At the funeral, the people who were originally preoccupied were also staring blankly at this poor third-rate poet on the stage.

"Let the helicopters whirl overhead,

Rushing messages in the sky, she is gone.

Tie the black veil on the white neck of the carrier pigeon,

Let the trafficman wear black gloves. "

After reading this, the young man whose hands could not stop shaking lightly touched something in his pocket, then continued with a trembling voice:
"She was my east, my south, my west, my north,

my work day, my day off,
My noon, my midnight, my words, my songs,
I thought love could be immortal, I was wrong. "

After reading this, the man's voice suddenly quieted down, he just stared blankly at the gray sky that still seemed to be smelling of gunpowder outside the window, and then he said softly:

"No more stars, take each one off.

Wrap up the moon and dismantle the sun,

poured out the sea, cleared the forest,
Because there will be nothing, no longer meaningful. "

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

Almost at the moment when Ye Che finished reading this poem, the two directors who had been holding their breath just now and didn't even dare to breathe too loudly slammed the table, and then stood up in a posture that almost knocked the table over. Then he rushed forward excitedly, and said to Ye Che incoherently: "Oh my God, damn it! I don't know how long I haven't heard such a poem! If possible, can you please use English again Read it again? God promise, it's going to be the most beautiful sound I've ever heard in my life! And"

"Talk slowly, don't be so excited." Although the two directors rushed in front of Ye Che, at this moment, Ye Che, who had not completely withdrawn from the performance just now, waved his hands, and then backed away slightly. Half a step and began to wipe the corners of his eyes.

After seeing Ye Che's movements, Su Shibai, who was just staring at Ye Che in a daze, suddenly reacted, stepped forward and separated Ye Che from the two directors, "Excuse me, please help me!" Wait, I think he needs a little time."

"Okay, okay." The two directors who were slightly pushed by Su Shibai were not annoyed, they just looked helplessly at Ye Che who was wiping the corners of his eyes, ready to rush forward to listen to this miraculous Chinese man at any time. say something.

Poetry is a relatively small art. Unfortunately, both directors are also fanatics of this art.

By God, this is definitely an original!The two can vouch for it with their 50 years of experience!
If poetry of this level is written by someone else, it is impossible for them not to have heard of it!
"Are you all right?" When the two white directors were still excited, Su Shibai had already looked at Ye Che, handed out a tissue, and asked.

It's just that her voice was too soft, as if she would break the broken heart of the man in front of her if she was not careful.

"I'm fine." He took the tissue and wiped the corners of his eyes again, Ye Che, who was really not easy to break free when he was too emotional, took a deep breath, then looked at Su Shibai and said, "I'm sorry. "

The reddish corners of the eyes, the clear eyes, the combination of the two almost immediately made Su Shibai stunned on the spot, and it took a long time to react and coughed lightly: "What are you talking about, my young man?" , I don’t take care of anyone!”

"Yeah." Ye Che nodded casually, feeling that his emotions were almost withdrawn, and then he looked at the two directors who were still waiting.

This performance by myself should be okay, right?

Should it be recognized by these two directors?
Ye Che thought about it after self-assessment.

　I kept thinking about this paragraph in my mind, and couldn't fall asleep, so I just got up and wrote it out.

　　Funeral Blues, Auden, first published in 1938.

　　I really like this poem, and I think it deserves to be quoted throughout.

　　Share it with the old men (roll)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)