亦剑

第一章

亦剑住在湖北省北部的一个小山谷里。在这个小山谷里，生活很平静，好像是一条永远都不会停止的小河，有着非常缓慢不变的步伐。

他在那个小山谷里像一只野猴子一样长大，拥有非常简单的快乐和忧愁，虽然，他有一种模糊的想要走出山谷，去看一下这个很大的世界的愿望。

如果日子永远都那么简单地流过去，那么亦剑可能会过一种简单幸福的生活，就像那原野上的野草一样，没有很多大起大落。

第二章

但是，当亦剑１４岁的时候，一场流星雨被预测会降落在那个小山谷里。这场流星雨是多么地宏伟壮观啊！持续了整整一个星期。很多外面的人都过来这里，来欣赏报告这场史无前例的事件。

成千上万颗闪闪的星星拖着长长的尾巴，划过黑沉沉的天空。在沉沉夜色中，那所有的流星都在燃烧发光，然后，就飞快地消失在夜色中了。

这瞬间感觉好像是永远，一次永远都不会忘记的经历，不管它有多么地短暂。这场经历在那里闪闪发光，照亮了所有所有剩下的生命。

第三章

一位非常有名的武林宗师也来到了这个小山谷。一天，他在这美丽的小山谷里散步。

非常巧的是，他正好看到亦剑在操场上玩双杠。

亦剑那个时候正玩得开心。他倒挂在双杠上，然后，倒着欣赏美丽的景物。他可以看到那在地平线上延展出去的绿色原野，美丽的野草，鲜艳的蝴蝶，然后呢，他就看到了一双脚走近了。

对于这位武林宗师呢，亦剑看起来很柔软，长得很好，健康而充满了活力，又大胆无畏，总而言之，亦剑就是学武的料子。所以，他决定收亦剑为徒弟。

亦剑和他的父母都非常激动开心。现在，亦剑可以走出山谷了，在他的人生当中，他可以做出不同寻常的事情了，也可以给这个家庭带来荣耀了。

第四章

这是在云雾缭绕的华山之峰，非常清净而不受任何打扰，远离世界上的喧嚷混乱。

但是，这不是个休闲和娱乐的地方。

亦剑得到了一个黑白相间的长衫。黑色代表着死亡和决心，白色代表着冬天和冷漠。

他必须早晨六点钟起床，然后，开始一天的训练。他每天的日程是，绕山跑一圈，吃饭，学习武术基础原则，冥想，击打和脚踢树木，练习在树中跳来跳去，吃饭，休息，同门之间互相较量，用武器搏斗，吃饭，散步，阅读，赤手搏斗。

他还读了很多武术方面的小说，比如，《一个月成为最好的武林高手》，《成功的十个最大秘密》，《谁是下一个武林宗师？》，《练习武术的有趣方法》，《如何有效击败你的敌人？》

他非常刻苦地训练，因为，他决心一定要成为一名像他的恩师那样的武林宗主。当他感到痛苦和难以忍受的时候，他必须咬紧牙关，握紧拳头。没有人会同情一个失败者。

就这样，披星戴月地，他在华山上六年刻苦专心的训练过去了。

第五章

他成为了他一直梦想的那个人。

他有一种冷漠的表情，就像雪山上经年积累的雪那样难以接近。他那么地冷漠，以至于，当他站在旁边的时候，你会不由自主地感到彻骨地寒冷。当所有的秋天的叶子都落尽的时候，你可以看到那个骄傲而孤独的身影，那个从来都不说不字，从来都不抱怨，从来都不笑，从来都不哭的人。世界上唯一重要的事情，就是不惜代价的赢。

他还有那种让人血凝的冷静。“泰山崩于前而目不瞬”，必须保持绝对地冷静和毫无感情，但是，当需要行动的时候，就好像是一道闪电般地迅速。

还有，他开始不由自主地被所有神秘黑暗的事物所吸引，比如，一块黑色石头，一片灰色腐朽的秋叶，被阳光晒成灰烬的磨菇，还有描写月光，离别，忧伤之爱，谎言，痛苦，忧伤的歌曲等等。

他好像被吸引到了一个强烈的黑色地心引力的漩涡。

但是，他快乐满足吗？

绝对不。

其实，在他那倔强而强硬的脸庞后，他只是充满了更多的疑虑和害怕。

第六章

一天，在击败一名敌人后，他飞快地走在路上。虽然，他用尽了浑身解术把那名敌人给击败了，他只是感到非常地疲倦而且虚脱，好像要崩溃了。他所有的气息都好像从他的身体里面飞走了，他感到好像是一片凋谢在秋风中的落叶。

他经过了一片稻田，在稻田里，有一个牧童在吹着横笛，他骑在一头水牛上，带着蓑笠。他真是悠闲而且开心啊，自然简单幸福。（这个场景出自“清明”一诗）

亦剑好像被那种简单的幸福和单纯所打动。他回忆起了他的童年。他决定，在结束他那绝望的生命之前，做最后一个尝试。

第７章

他告别了那位武林宗师，然后，就去了一个宁静的江南小镇。他决心隐居在那里，看能否再次弥补他那颗破碎流血的心灵。

这个小镇给人一种故乡的感觉，是一个和平宁静的地方，有着诗意微妙的魅力。

春天来了，柳树绿了，桃花红了，都倒映波动在河流中。“日出江花红胜火，春来江水绿如蓝”。

傍晚，昏黄的路灯好像是月光那么温暖。

所有的一切都那么令人屏息地美好。

当一片树叶在风中优雅地旋舞，

当灿烂的牵牛花缠绕绽放在一颗枯萎的树上，

当爬藤伸出它那细微的攀手紧紧地抓住强壮的树干。

他好像可以在万事万物中，重新感受到了那种生命，能量和美好，那种成长和呼吸阳光的自然的欲望。

他感到自己有一种想要把这一切美景画下来的冲动，以见证上帝那令人惊奇的创作。所以，他就开始尝试画画了。令人惊奇的是，他毫不费力地就可以作画了，而且，全身心地投入。他好像找到了他所喜欢干的事情，他一生的道路。当他拿着画笔和宣纸的时候，他好像什么都不怕了。

第八章

但是，他还是不能够忘掉那残忍的过去。那噩梦似的过去，好像早已成为了他的一部分了。有时候，走在路上的时候，他会突然感到紧张不安和难以呼吸，好像他的敌人突然出现了一样，他感到他的肠子都好像被整得凌乱不堪了。

但是，这种不一样的生活，嫩绿的树叶，清澈的河水，悠闲自由的生活还是一点点地走进了他的生活。

当他感到无法忍受和痛苦的时候，他还可以向他的画作倾诉他那痛苦的经历。作画让他忘记了他的痛苦，忧虑，害怕，恐惧和幻觉。与其让那些黑暗的思想在他的肚子里腐烂，不如，把它们倾吐出来。当他吐出来那些痛苦的时候，他感到好多了，好像那些痛苦什么都不是，他非常吃惊自己那么地小题大做。

有时候，他感到自己好像是命中注定要成为一名画家一样，废寝忘食。

他不断地画啊画啊地，让人吃惊的是，他的画作开始有更多的明亮的色泽和美丽的意象，那种黑暗的感觉好像被一点点地洗掉了。他开始成为一种美好信念的代言人。

第９章

一个薄雾朦胧的下午，风儿在轻柔地吹着，荡漾着竖笛的声音。

亦剑穿着一袭宽松的淡蓝色长衫，站在一个拱桥上，享受着这美丽的风景。然后，他就支起了画架，拿起了毛笔，准备作画。

他画啊画啊地，但是，当他再次从他的画中抬起头的时候，突然看到一个非常可爱的女孩划着船出现在那如诗如画的风景中。

她穿着杏子红色的单衫，头发好像是鸦宝宝那样地乌黑发亮。她划着小船，在那高高的莲花下，采摘了很多莲子。她又低下头去，玩弄那青如水的莲子。然后，她把莲子放在袖子里面，抬头看那高飞的大雁，大雁又都落在了一个小岛上，太阳落下时，风吹过乌桕树，伯劳鸟都飞走了。（来自“西洲曲”）

他瞪着眼睛看她，感觉被吸引住了，难以挪开眼睛。很明显，她也感受到了他那目光灼灼的注视，就把那美丽的双眼抬起来看了看他，然后，温柔地笑了笑，她的朱唇弯成了美丽的弧线。

有一天，他举办了一场慈善展出。很多人都过来看他的画作，因为人们喜欢那些让人感到温暖和快乐的画作。

那个女孩也来了，他们认出了彼此，然后，互相之间有了更多的了解。她天生愉快善良，他们正好是天生一对～～～

Chapter 1

Jian lived in a valley in the northern Hubei Province. In the valley, life was peaceful, like a never ending river, having its own slow and unchanged pace.

He grew up in the valley like a wild monkey, having very simple joys and worries, even though, he cherished a vague desire to get out of the valley and look at the big world.

If days had continued to go that way, Jian might have led a happy simple life, like the wild grasses in the wild field, didn’t have much ups and downs.

Chapter 2

But, when Jian was fourteen years old, a star shower was predicted in Jian’s hometown. How magnificent it was! The star shower continued for a whole week. A lot of people from outside came there, and reported about the unprecedented event.

Millions of shining stars shot through the black sky dragging long tails. In the depth of the night, all those meteors were burning and radiating, and then quickly disappearing.

It felt like forever, and a not-to-be-forgotten experience, no matter how short it was. It was there radiating and shining, throughout the rest of the life.

Chapter 3

A celebrated martial arts master also visited the small valley. One day, he took a walk in the beautiful valley.

Accidentally, he saw Jian playing parallel bars in the playground.

Jian was playing happily at the time. He hung himself upside down upon the parallel bars, and looked everything upside down. He could see all those extensions of green fields, and beautiful wild grasses, and colorful butterflies lighting up the green fields, and then, he saw a pair of feet approaching.

For the martial arts master, Jian seemed very soft and well built, healthy and energetic, daring and fearless, and in one word, he was just the one for martial arts. He decided to take on him as a disciple.

Jian and his parents were both very excited by the good news. Now, Jian was able to get out of the small valley and do great things in his life, and bring honors to the family.

Chapter4

It was at the top of Mountain Hua surrounded by a lot of clouds, very quiet, undisturbed and isolated, far from noises and turmoil of the world.

But, it was not a place for leisure or pleasure.

He got a robe of black and white. Black was the symbol of death and determination. White was the symbol of winter and coldness.

He had got to get up at six o’clock, and started the day’s training. His daily schedules was like, running around the mountain, eating, studying martial arts principles and meditating, punching and kicking the trees, practicing jumping from one tree to another, eating, taking a short rest, fighting with other disciples, practicing with weapons, eating, taking a walk, reading, hand-to-hand combats.

He also read a lot of novels about martial arts, such as, Become the Best Martial Artist in One Month, Ten Biggest Secrets to Success, Who is The Next Martial Arts Master, Interesting Ways to Practice Martial Arts, How to Beat Down Your Enemy Effectively~~~

He practiced very hard, and was determined to become a good martial artist like his master. When he felt painful and unbearable, he had got to clench his fists, and set his teeth. Nobody sympathized with a loser.

Getting up with the moon hanging, going to bed with the stars shining, six years passed with his concentrated and harsh trainings in the Hua Mountain.

Chapter5

He became the one that he used to dream about a lot.

He had the kind of cold expressions, as unapproachable as the snow of the highest snow mountain. He was so cold that you would unconsciously feel chilly when he was standing nearby. When all those leaves were falling down, you could only see the proud and lonely figure, who never say no, never complain, never laugh, never cry. All that mattered was winning at all costs.

He also had the blood curding calmness. “He never batted his eyelashes even if Mountain Tai were split open right before him”(an ancient Chinese saying from苏洵《心术》). It was necessary to stay deadly calm and unmoved, but when it was time to move, move like a flash of lightening.

What’s more, he started to be attracted to all mysterious and black things unconsciously, such as a black stone, a gray and degrading piece of withered autumn leave, and a mushroom which was all baked to ashes and dusts, and also, songs describing moonlight, separations, sad love, lies, suffering, melancholy and so on.

He seemed to be pulled and pulled into a whirl of black gravitational forces unconsciously.

But, was he happy and satisfied?

Absolutely no.

Actually, behind his stubborn and hard face, he was only filled with more and more doubts and fears.

Chapter6

One day, he was walking on the road very quickly after beating down an enemy. Even though, he beat down the enemy by using every means and trick, he only felt exhausted and worn away, ready to collapse. Every breath seemed to be gone from him, he felt like a fallen withered leave.

He passed by a large patch of rice field. There was a shepherd boy playing a flute. The shepherd boy was sitting astride a buffalo. He wore a big straw rain hat behind him. He seemed to be very leisurely and happy, with a very natural happiness about him. (This scene came from a famous traditional Chinese poem ”清明”)

Jian seemed to be touched by the happiness and the innocence. He seemed to remember his childhood. He decided to have one last attempt before he put his own desperate life to an end.

Chapter7

He said farewell to his master and went to a little tranquil town in the southern plains of the Yangtze River. He decided to become a reclusive, and saw if his broken bleeding heart could be mended again.

The town was like a hometown, a place for rest and peace. The charm of it was very poetic and subtle.

Willows turned green in spring, peach trees were loaded with pink blossoms, reflecting and fluctuating in the river.

“In spring, the river is all green, and at sunrise, flowers are all flaming.” By Bai Juyi.

At night, lamp lights were shimmering yellowish, so warm like the color of the moon.

Everything there was just breathtakingly perfect.

When a fallen leave danced casually in the wind.

When the bright morning glory flowers were sparkling and laughing around a withered tree.

When several tiny hands of a climbing vine clasped tightly upon a strong tree trunk.

He seemed to be able to feel the life, energy, and beauty out of everything once more, the strong natural will to grow up and to feel the sunshine.

He felt a natural impulse to paint all those beauties down, so as to have a witness to God’s amazing creations. So, he started to try painting. Very surprisingly, he did painting very effortlessly and absorbed. He seemed to find out about his passions, what he was meant for. When he was with his painting brush and rice paper, he seemed to be afraid of nothing.

Chapter8

But he still couldn’t quite forget about the cruel past. Everything about it was so nightmarish, which seemed to have grown into him and become part of him. Sometimes, he would feel very nervous and breathless when even walking on the road, like his enemies suddenly appeared. Sometimes, he felt that his intestines were all upside down and messed up.

But, still the different kind of life was building up inside of him. Those green leaves, clear river water, leisurely free life seem to be growing inside of him.

When he felt unbearable and painful, he could also confide his painful experiences to his paintings. Painting relieved him of his pains, doubts, fears, horrors and illusions. Instead of letting all his negative thoughts going rioting inside of his stomach, it was much better to let them out. After he had taken out his pains, he could feel much better, as if that all was nothing, and he was surprised that he ever got such a big deal out of nothing.

Sometimes, it felt as if he was destined to become a painter. Sometimes, he even forgot about eating and sleeping.

As he painted on and on, surprisingly, his paintings started taking on more and more warm colors and beautiful images, the darkness seemed to be washed away bit by bit. In time, he became a prolocutor of good faith.

Chapter9

One misty afternoon, the slight wind was blowing very tenderly. Somewhere, a lutanist was playing a lute.

Jian was standing upon an arch bridge, dressed in a loose water blue robe. He enjoyed the scenery very much. And then, he put up the easel, and took his brush, ready to paint down the beautiful scenery.

He painted on and on, but, the next time he looked up from his painting, he saw a most lovely girl paddling a boat and appearing in the picturesque scenery.

“She was dressed in an apricot red shirt. Her hair was as black as the crow. She went by boat and picked up lotus seeds in the river. Lotus flowers were so tall that they surpassed her head, and sheltered her. Then she bowed her head and played with those green lotus seeds. And she put those lotus seeds in her sleeves. She looked up at those flying birds which all perched at the small island. At sunset, all those butcher-birds were flying away. The wind was blowing across the Chinese tallow tree.” (come from a traditional Chinese poem “西洲曲”)

He stared, seeming to be unable to move away his eyes. Then, obviously, she also became aware of his staring, and turned her beautiful eyes upon him, and smiled, her lips curved into a beautiful shape.

One day, he held a charity exhibition. A lot of people came there, because they all loved his paintings. They said that they felt very happy and warm looking at them.

That girl appeared again, and they recognized each other, and got to know more about each other. She was naturally sunny, happy and kind. They found out that they were just meant for each other~~~

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