|The Pond and Something (standard:other, 2555 words)|
|Author: Mookoo Liang||Added: Feb 16 2006||Views/Reads: 1888/1174||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|"Something ordinary, something special; something imaginary, something sensible."|
The Pond And Something by Mookoo Liang ============= Every morning I spend about 20 minutes jogging at a senior high school near my house. When walking toward the school, I pass by a very charming pond on campus. The pond is charming in a mysterious way. I am delighted to see it with my eyes, and I enjoy thinking of it when it is "out of sight." Its attraction, existing outwardly over there and inwardly in my heart, is some sort of "wholeness of beauty" -- composed of quite a number of beautiful things. The pond is well fenced around, partly with a concrete wall and partly with steel bars, not to mention the deep ditch just outside the bank. On the narrow bank are some of my favorite trees such as lemon, banana, and plum trees. There are, of course, some shorter bushes and some very tall weeds. Neither these plants nor the fences keep me from seeing the beautifully designed and constructed pavilion on the island in the middle of the pond. The small island, with such an eye-catching pavilion standing on it, is surrounded by greenish blue water in the pond. I like this pond very much. There are no fierce billows here, but glistening ripples on the surface of water. In the water there must be lots and lots of fish, as the signs "No fishing!" imply. (Both fish and fishing are significant symbols for many people, aren't they?) Another two signs read: "Water deep & dangerous!" I am unable to swim. But every time I pass by the pond, I am attracted to those graceful swimming birds -- a pair of geese and about a dozen ducks. At this pond, most of the ducks (called Green Heads) are dark in color; only two of them are as bright as the two geese, which are snow-white. They all swim in a leisurely and lovely way! There seems every reason to believe that this pond is their Garden of Eden. In addition to the ducks and geese, I sometimes see a particular bird flying out of the woods behind the pond. That kind of bird (also pure white, rather thin, with long legs and a long beak; called Bai Lusi in Chinese) used to be the best of my natural friends when I was a teenager helping graze a cow in the country. Unfortunately, due to environmental changes, the population of Bai Lusi has been greatly reduced these years. So the bird, supposedly dwelling somewhere in the woods, doesn't come out very often. I miss it very much in some particular seasons. Oh, my! I'm missing quite a few beautiful things: Although I go to the nearby school for a jog every morning, I seldom pay a true visit to the pond; although I am interested in meditating (or daydreaming), in no way do I feel really free to stay in such a picturesque scene all afternoon. Like many others tied up in this busy earthly world, I seem to have lost my paradise. But I still have strong feelings toward the pond. I feel it practical to regain my own "secret garden" by visiting the pond more often. * * * * * In fact, there is a bridge (named Rainbow and shaped like one) which leads to the small island in the middle of the pond. Before crossing the bridge, I need to walk across the front yard of a destroyed building. According to educated seniors in this village, the building lying in Click here to read the rest of this story (274 more lines)
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