1、魔术师的玫瑰 魔术师和小 ...
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Dream Of A Dream
With a black hat on his head,and a white mask covered his face,he walked along the path ,until he saw a little soft body shaking under the bushes.
It was a little boy who was crying.
He approached to the child,and put his big warm hand on his head.
“Hey,what’s wrong?”He asked.
“Nothing.”It seemed that the boy didn’t want to talk to him.
But the man,or maybe a very young □□, didn’t go.He waved his hands to catch the boy’s attention.”Look,”He said ,and showed the boy that there’s nothing in his hand.”And then...”A paper plane suddenly appeared on his hand.’Hold it.’He said in a soft voice.
The boy took the paper plane,he glanced at the strange man,and then threw the plane to the bright light blue sky.To his amazement,it turned out to be a colourful bird and flew away.
“Wow,cool!”The boy said,forgot to cry.
The young man smiled.Though his face was under the mask,the boy could tell he smiled,and his smile must be as warm as his voice.
“Thanks for watching.”He said,and bowed down.When he stood up ,a fresh,red rose came out of thin air.”It’s for you.”He put the rose in the boy’s little hand.
“Are you a magician?It’s really a good magic.”The boy said.
“Yes,clever boy.”The magician smiled,like the creamy wind in the spring morning.
The boy smiled too,he put a finger on his mask,and asked”Why do you wear mask?clowns wear masks,but magicians don’t.”
The magician lowed down the edge of his hat,said:”Because I want to create a sense of secret,to create an atmosphere of dream.”It sounds like he was joking.
The boy pulled the magician’s hand,looked into his beautiful eyes:”Could you please accompany me today?”
“Of course.”He smiled ,and held the boy’s little hand.
They had a very nice day together,the boy laughed,cheered.He was not to cry because of loneliness any more.He feels like to be accompanied that he can be loved by others like any other child.
It was like a dream.
That night when the moon rose high in the sky,the magician sat on the edge of the boy’s bed,touched his sleepy head gently.
“Good night,Mr magician.”The boy was too tired to say anything more,and he fell into a sweet nice dream immediately.
The magician looked at his peaceful and smiling face,touched him like an elder brother.Then he stood up,picked up the rose, put it into a glass bottle,and set it near his bed.
After doing this,he stared at him for a while, and gone,like he hasn’t exist in this world.
“Good night,have a nice dream.”
One year later,the boy came to the bushes,expected to meet a strange magician who was like a dream,or maybe we can say,a magician who seemed never to have existed.
The boy sat there,with his head low,and tears nearly escape from his big eyes.
A big warm hand came behind him,covered his eyes.And a warm voice appeared:”Close your eyes,boy.”
But the little boy didn’t listen to him,he jumped up,rushed to him, yelled:Where did you go,I miss you every second!”
The magician hugged the boy,patted his back.”Naughty boy,don’t cry.My shirt is wet.”He blamed,but his eyes were full of smile.
The boy complained:”The rose you gave me died,it left me without saying goodbye.Just like you.”
The magician apologized:”I’m sorry,but,beautiful things can’t last long,you know.”
The boy looked at him,didn’t understand his words.
“It doesn’t matter,I’ll give you a new one.”The magician laughed,and fetched out a fresh red rose.
They played together the whole day just like the day a year ago.
When it came to midnight,the boy squeezed his hand,asked:”Why?”
“What?”The magician sat down again on his bed.
“Why can’t you stay with me tomorrow?”
The magician sat there in silence.
“In that way,will you come next year?”The boy was weeping.
“Yes,I promise.”He answered apologetically.
Several years passed by,the boy was no longer a litter boy but a teenager.However,to tell the story in a clear way,we still call him “the boy”.
Then,the day came,the boy sat beside bushes where they used to meet,looking around.When a tall man with a black hat and a white mask appeared at the end of the path,he jumped up cheerfully ran to him.
“I miss you so much!”The boy said,he got close to the magician,held the rose,and put his fingers on his mask softly.
He felt an irresistible impulse to take off the magician’s mask,and indeed he did so.
The face under the mask was so beautiful that the boy forgot to breathe.
He has never seen a nicer man before,and,a man with such a similar face like himself.
“Naughty boy.”The magician looked at him,smiled with a little bit of blame.
The boy made a face,giggled.
The magician was magic,he was like a magic trick for the boy.He could always bring him joy,and colored his gray life .When the boy was young,but as he grew up, it has changed generally already.To the boy,he realized that, he loved him.
Time flies like an arrow,another several years passed by.On a warm sunny day, the boy met the magician again.
“Nice to see you again.”The boy hugged him,and his sight stayed on his mask for only half a second,then he smiled as usual.But the magician caught this.
He sighed,broke the silence of awkwardness.
“You can ask whatever you wanna know.”
“Nothing.”The boy replied.
He was aware that, if he asked, he would loss his most important things.
That afternoon, they sat together under an old maple,with the wind smoothly walking around,enjoying the warm spring sun.
Neither of them said a word.
The boy stood up,before the falling sun took away the last light.He stuck his hand, helpd the magician to stand up.
The magician looked at the boy,it suddenly occurred to him that,the little boy was already taller than him,than he has thought he would be.He saw waves in his eyes,ardent but depressive,and that made his eyes changed,from a bright obsidian to dark,stormy sky.
He gave his hand to the boy,lowed his eyes,being thankful that the mask can hide his mood.
The moon rose, but the moonlight was not more than a grayish veil, nearly being covered by thousands of stars. Don’t know whether it was the stars shone more enthusiastically, or the moon was too tired.
The boy looked at him,the wave in his eyes turned to be much higher.
The magician then took out a fresh red rose,”Look,”He said,”For you.”
The boy smiled bitterly:”It’s so beautiful.”
He picked the delicate creature,murmured:”It represents love.”
The magician looked at him, listened, and his eyes were glued to him,being at a stand.
“But it can’t last long.”The boy stopped,looked into the magician’s eyes,and said”I don’t think it can take the responsibility.” He touched the rose.
“Why?”The magician found his voice hoarse.
“Love won’t die.Unless it haven’t existed at all.”The boy took a step to the magician.The wave reached the highest,and was about to fall and break something.
“It can only make people sad.”Just like you,who only appear in one day,but made me deeply loved you.
The magician apologized:”I’m sorry.”
The boy walked towards him,until there was only a little distance between them.
“Does ‘sorry’ work?”He said,he breathed heavily.
“I might be crazy.”The boy said.
He took off the magician’s mask,and kissed him.
“Don’t apologize, I won’t forgive that.”The boy pulled his arm, his voice was shaking.
The magician took his mask, smiled with disconsolation,and took a deep look into the boy's eyes.:”But I have to go.”
Though I really want to stay with you till the world broke down, till the unknown future, till the time you are tired of my love…
“Will you come…”The boy said, tears streamed down his cheek.
“I will.”The magician turned around, whispered:”I promise.”
He went away, disappeared in the dark night.
The next morning, the boy woke up, saw a red rose beside his hand, not that fresh, nor that red.
He picked it up, put it into a glass bottle.
“I really want to see you before its death.”
One year passed again, the boy sat on the ground of his room, waiting.
The sun rose high, sunshine went into the room with the spring wind, fell in front of the boy, covered the dead , dry, and broken rose.But ignored the boy.
He turned around, welcame his light which he had waited for a very very long time.
He stood up, let him lighten his dark eyes.
The magician smiled:”Long time no see.”He didn’t wear the mask.Their faces were so similar, but their eyes were absolutely different.
One had a pair of dark, deep eyes, and the other's were such bright light blue, just like the wide sunny sky.
They had a good time that day, just like before.
When the day was near the end, they stood face to face, both had so much in their eyes, but none said a word.The moon and the stars as well.
The magician pulled the boy's hand, lightly touched him:”I must go now.”
The boy hugged him, and kissed him.
“I know.”The boy said, he smiled, but his tears were out of control.”I love you.”
The magician swept his tears, and replied.
“I love you too.”
The moon has already run out her last light, and dawn came.
The boy sits on the ground, with a black hat and a white mask in his hand.
“It’s really a good magic.”He says.
See, I love you in heart, but you love me in dream.
It’s unfair, why?
Maybe because you are a dream, I don’t want to wake up, for I can’t stop your leaving, but”tomorrow”will dawn anyway.
The boy put on the hat and the mask, goes out.
He finds a little boy crying under the bushes.
What if I am a dream…
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