汉默尔恩的彩衣吹笛人（Hammer M Don the Pied Piper）It's a fairy tale poem by English poet Robert Browning. The story itself comes from European folklore.Hammer M Don the Pied PiperOnce upon a time, there were a lot of mice in a small town. These mice are so wild that they bring untold nightmares to people who can't live happily. Everyone asked the mayor to try to restore his peace of mind, so he put up a notice promising a great reward for those who could help drive the mice away. Shortly after a moon of the night, to a person wearing a coat. He whistled a melody, when the siren sounded, all the mice were poured out. As he played the flute, he went out of town, and the mice lined up behind him. After they reached the river, they jumped into the river again and drowned. Go back to a piper. But the mayor and the people are back, they think he just play the flute, didn't take what effort, so refused to pay. The piper smiled, did not say a word to go. That night, he began to play that wonderful melody. This time, every child, like the mouse, all out of bed and danced to the piper, no matter how the parents call, do not look back. Only a child running exception, how he could not keep up with other children, to keep up with the pace of the piper. He cried out into the distance in the moonlight. In this way, except him, all the children in the town, are behind the piper, farther away, finally disappeared, never to return. - "Hammer M Don" Pied PiperFirst, he came across the moonlight, looked at me, eyes clear, as in his hands of the flute, flashing bright colors of sincerity. The wind was full of his robes. He said, "boy, I'lltake you home."." I looked him in the eye. For twelve years, no one has ever seen my eyes so sincerely.Two people pretend to like me because I'm the only child here. They never look at my eyes, never hug, just touch my head, tell me roses are red, and the sky is blue. My parents are nothing more than that, but they say, children, roses are often redder with thorns, and sky is often bluer after rain. They never look me in the eye. Occasionally I touched their eyes, only to feel the haze. So I went to pick the roses because they were really red. This rose is very strong, I was often very painful, can see the fingertips oozing bright red blood bead, drops to the root of the rose. I often look up to the sky. But whether it is sunny or rainy, the sky here is cloudy. I told my parents that roses with thorns are really redder, but the sky is always gray. Later, people said I was sick, because I could only tell red from the color of black and white. They never gave me more colorful words. Father was devout flowers to me, is the legendary Margaret, can be used for divination flowers. He said the petals are white, the flower hearts are yellow, and the flower stems are green. But I said, they're all grey. From then on, my father never told me the color of the flowers. He began to tear Margaret's petals down one by one, whispering, "I love him", "I don't love him", "I love him", "I don't love him."",...... When I saw the last petal fall, he said, "I don't love him."". I think that's the answer. People pretend to like me because I'm the only child here.Three but this person is different, I think. I saw the colors of his robes flashing, something I had never seen before. They are so beautiful, so beautiful. There is light in his eyes. Eachperforation is pouring out of his flute moonlight, is as clear as the color of his eyes. He said, "boy, I'll take you home."."I whispered. His lips were bent and his white teeth appeared, and a warm image appeared on his face. "What does that mean?"" "It's a smile. A smile means a promise." What's the promise?" "Commitment is a kind of thing that makes people hug each other warm and can support a family."." Commitment, warmth and home. "OK, I'll go with you."." He laughed again, and there was a streamer in his clear eyes. This reminds me of the bright black birds, they are wild through the haze, no trace of wings in the sky. Mother told me they were flying. The word brought a shudder, and for a moment I saw the untamed shadow flowing through her eyes. Now the thrill is coming,I saw the black birds live in his eyes, free and easy. "What color are your eyes?"" "Blue."." "The color of the sky?"" "Yes. The sky is always blue." "Why didn't the sky I used to see be blue?"" "Because it withered."." Mother left the red roses on his chest. Soon the petals fell away, leaving only dry stalks, and mother said they withered. I went to pick the roses again and hid my bleeding hands behind me. Mother never smiles. She only thanked. "Why does it wither?"" "Because they have life."." "Will the living things wither?"" "Yes."." "Will we wither?"" He looked into my eyes, "boy, you ask too much."."Four when I ask why I'm the only child in town, people say, "boy, you ask too much.". Their eyes deliberately avoided me. In fact, every time I ask questions, they don't know, but only the question, they say, "boy, you ask too much."." And then silence. Except my parents. I asked them the question, and they kept silent for a long time. When I thought I couldn't get an answerand wanted to go, they said low, "boy, that's fate."." "What is fate?"" "That's fate." This is the only question I have ever answered, though the answer is too vague for me to understand.I also asked them why I could only see these colors, and why Margaret could use them to predict why the black birds in the sky did not leave any marks when they flew by. Neither of them answered. I picked Margaret too and wanted to ask her. When I picked it up, I realized that Margaret could only answer "yes" or "no"". So he buried the flower. She shed juice with my hands are full, I feel the eyes are wet with tears dripping down and flower juice mixing together in my palm lines.Not far away, the father was tearing at the petals again.In May, the light pulled a long shadow behind him. I walked in his back, and the wind stirred his robe. I looked down to see if all the beautiful people had colorful shadows, but I found his shadow was thick and black. He looked up at the sky blowing out a note, then a cloud came down, gentle moonlight, he took my hand and walked to the clouds above. The clouds are pure without the slightest shade of white, I felt warm tears flowing beneath my feet. He handed the flute to my hand. When I touch it almost without thinking Chunwen on it, a fierce desire to sing and drown me, my heart again that is similar to the madness thriller emission. Flying in the clouds in the sky, I held the flute, the wind blew our thick black shadow shake up. I think I'm flying now. A melody I had never heard was stirring around, and at that moment I remembered my hometown. That's my hometown. Although it is simple and crude without color, it is always my hometown. Although there has never been warmth and embrace, there has never been a smile, but it has always been my hometown.I saw blue tears pouring from my father's eyes. They were on the broken bottle. It was the color of the very clear sky. He cried. I saw a black bird to stay in my home alone in front of the house, the roof overgrown with weeds, mother's eyes reflected their stubborn shadow, her hand is a Margaret, she tore a petal asked, "will he come back?" "Yes" and "no""......I saw that Margaret suddenly withered all over the mountains and plains between them, the beautiful petals crumble to my head.I was overwhelmed by such cruel beauty. When I put down my flute, I found myself already in tears. The sun is shining and blocking the eye. The piper silence back turned, took my hands on the flute. He smiled, pointing to the ground in front of a sky suspended in the sky and saying, "it's dawning, boy, it's home."."Six he told me it was called Shadow Land. "Some people call it Never-land, too," he said. I followed him without speaking. It's beautiful here, really, if it's really my home, I guess. Some children can fly, they are like those unruly birds in the cloudy days, but when I see them, I even think of the word "flying", and there will be no more thrill of ecstasy. There is a place full of golden wheat, this bright color let me be, but the total wheat side stood a fox, her eyes have a sadness overflows. I live in a large Margaret and Piper flower fields,His clothes were shabby and simple in the dazzling colors of Shadow Land. When he came here, he was always silent. There is no sky above, just because we are above the clouds. No birds, sometimes I Shadow Land lands on the edge of looking down, you can see the black shadow that fuzzy thriller and tidewater, sometimes I think it is almost shivering intensity, becausewhenever I see them, I always have a downward leap forward, I think if I can, I want to with they fly, even stay in the roof of my house weeds, like a wild bird, left untamed shadow in the mother's eyes. Here, the sky that can look up is empty, I can't see any shadow, the sun is rising in the daytime, the stars in the night are precipitation but not falling. At night, I watched the stars with him. He held me tight and pointed to an unknown star over the sky. "My boy, that's my home," he said." He talked about his family off and on until he spoke with tears streaming down his face. He said that the star is very small, may have been swallowed up by the claws of the trees, so that the stars every day dull and weak. He said there was a rose, she was so weak and vulnerable to wind, only a few thin spines. He said that when he was young, he had run away from her, and had been exiled like this, and could never go back. He said he was guilty, and he broke a promise, even though he had never heard anything....... I listened quietly in his arms, remembering my hometown without any sign. I don't know whether I want to go back and go back to the place where there is no color. I don't even know where my home is. I think I don't break in her bosom rose, bloody hands, buried Margaret, think of those flying birds, they in the haze of the sky suddenly flashed, without leaving a trace of wings. When I think of it, I want to dream, and I want to sleep so that I can dream something. In the trance, I can see a star falls sadly in the sky. I feel the warmth of the water falls to my forehead, my eyes looking around, only to see the piper eyes blue star shining and transparent luster drops continuously appearing as stars falling. Later, I cried too.Seven I tell the piper I leave, go back to my hometown. I darednot look him in the eye when I said this, but looked down at the green grass of Shadow Land. This one beneath my feet won't bloom. He sighed very quietly. "Child, you will grow up after all."." What is growing up?" "Didn't you ask me, is there something alive that will wither?" Living things grow up. For example, those roses, they die because they grow up." "What will grow up to be?"" He pondered for a long time. When you grow up, you will be used to making promises and breaking them." "So, have you grown up?"" I saw his eyes, the kind of clear blue, which suddenly became muddy, and a muddy sadness stained the air all around. "Kid." His voice with a kind of intermittent "forbear, I leave my roses, I began to wither."Eight Piper gave me his flute. He said, "with this flute, I can get some answers.". At sunset, I saw his hair was painted on a bright golden yellow, so pure sparkling makes my eyes jerky. But after all, tears did not fall, I just difficult red red eye. I'm on the clouds little by little, away from Shadow Land, the place called Never-land. I did not look back, after I have gone far away, I remembered that I haven't asked him the piper that rose will wither.The song of my hometown is a flute of Qingyuan. It always rings in the evening of the moon.Nine, I walked back with the moonlight everywhere. I saw my shadow grow long and long. It pulled me behind me, but I didn't stop. I see people with flutes, with fear and gloomy look. After a long time, I finally realized what my mother used to say. I think of the flying children in Shadow Land, and I don't know if they're my lost companions, and I don't want to know. Theysaid the past, in my mind, only a vague moonlight, I do not even remember chasing after them in the distance crying. It was like a dream, but it wasn't what I wanted to come true. I deserted home has become a ruin. Father and mother buried together with a cross inserted plain mound no color. I planted it there, Margaret,I finally see its color, white petals, golden flower heart, green long stem, so cruel beauty has let me at a loss, and now their beauty in my eyes and gray is not the same. The sky is still haze, but every time I looked at the total bright light hurt my eyes, pain tears I can not see there is no black bird flew over the surging crowd; I can't see your back, I guess it should only thick black, rose petals edge like dead, is floating black burned. I hold the flute in the advancing crowd stopped, I saw the Piper at the gates of dawn, wind blowing over his robes, his eyes fell on the stars of heaven, into a clear blue. Somewhere in front of him, somewhere near but impossible, he said, "boy, I'll take you home."." I saw Margaret petals fly a vortex, the flood drowned him, I saw Shadow Land close to the beautiful illusion shattered by flowers, broken into a stars, broke into a kite in the haze of the sky, floating. I stood silent in situ. I can't go back. Time burns to ashes, and it rattle.。
