Quiet Room
Memory is a wonderful thing.
Our office bathroom is a closed small room with no windows. Closed the door to illuminate only a lamp. Today, I walked into the bathroom as usual for convenience. Entered the door, turn on the switch, but found that light is bad, it may have come in, and also too lazy to go out again for another room, they intend to discredit, thinking you will not be dark to see anything.
As a result, readily closed the door. May the door closed, dark and silent suddenly surround the entire space of the moment, the memory has been pushed open the door quietly: My first memories of the Berlin Edinburgh from the door next to that between the quiet room.
It is summer in July. Days gloomy for some time, and that day finally rained. Dark, heavy wet after the Berlin Wall changed the kinds of Yin-mei atmosphere, gentle, Qin Yun. Hide for a while, the rain has stopped, and so they came to the door of Edinburgh. Unfortunately that was being repaired and is ready to leave, but found this in the next "quiet room", it will go idle Duo. Information on the hall, said this quiet room next door built in Edinburgh, is to enable people to have a history of sensitivity in this location, the exposure to an absolutely quiet room for reflection on the war, life, or themselves.
Into the double doors, that is, a quiet room. The room clean, stood only a few dozen empty chairs. To sit down and fails to see that the entire room's only decoration: a velvet wall picture. The screen is simple and there are a bit abstract, I looked was like a rising sun. However, the room quite a few people made me a shock was that absolute quiet. Until then, I did not know there are "quiet" Such a state: there is no sound, pure silent in the world. Any point in the sound would break the quiet, like a very fragile glass, a little bit of combat will be allowed to be destroyed. I close my eyes, deeply immersed in a silent universe where no light, it is a paradise for thought: In the vast dark world, the mortal to come and go is a naughty little idea of another. This has just appeared, that would scramble like Coushang years, a short while and from unknown at the other raging over the cover.
But now, turning out of my memories. I quietly sat on the toilet, almost a dark room and outside of my voice in the world that a temporary separation. With regard to the experience of countless quiet slowly rising from the darkness, forming, until I re-link to the past. Let me impatient and crazy quiet, it was a childhood summer afternoon. Suddenly awakened from a sweet nap in, dazzling white Lala sun speckled the ground, the air is hot and humid boring, and the entire world is empty, quiet, with knowledge of the screams much like a kind of aggravated because of the silence The resulting panic. "People go where the case?" There is no room then went to look may be outside the still empty, quiet, empty. The fear of being abandoned suffocating me crazy, I cry, alone can be lonely rages hoarsely but disappeared in silence. I would like to die, only to run up and look forward to seeing a person in order to prove that they are not being forgotten lonely on the moon. When the plume of a reverberation of conversation at last sounded to my eardrums, I was able to save: "Sound! Of human voices! Me with them!" I have directed at the source of the voice at Ben in the past, like the drowning man lurches violently to grasp to a life-saving rope.
People who live in the city is really pathetic, all day long can not enjoy a quiet Banke. Often say, "the dead of night" can be the voice of the night no less than that of the lonely during the day. Large trucks roaring past, through the windows you can hear the engine sound that provocative nerve; if they missed the summer air-conditioning unit operating sound, while the winter is the heating tubes of water and bubble play sound; refrigerator often slams the door to start buzz up crooning; and even furniture and walls are sometimes unwilling to issue several more sharp cough. Stand up to be alerted when ultimately, mattresses, but I do not know why the middle of the night sound of his own heartbeat and breathing often is extraordinarily heavy.
School had one class of the field collecting folk songs. It was early summer, mountains are green and even it is already concentrated. Because we live together as student dormitories, did not feel out of nothing special. One night, the night was deep but sleepless, he himself went to the entrance of the ladder and sat down. A white flag hanging on the door light bulbs in the following from the jet forced to separate out one's own bright territory. I felt the light outside the dark and quiet, it is not "no" quiet, but it is "crept" quiet. Leaves quietly, because the wind is moderate. The ants are tiptoed on the road, and birds sleep, Crimping throat, even the love of singing crickets and frogs are all break the throat. Lenz few white moths flutter their wings in order to enter the light inside, and their fans beat a glass of crisp, as if some kind of percussion instrument: This is the moment the only noise, made me better realize the static nature.
That is a matter of how long ago? Country is a multi-good ah! It seems to be only in the city fled to the bottom of the. Natural quiet underwater, this is another case, it is drowned silence. A sink under water, and water to those noisy all been blocked on the outside, as if the thick curtains, it is a sun-day, one way or another her entire house has turned into a night. The Quiet is covered with a layer of underwater sounds, like a bellows blowing when the hum sound. Unfortunately, this happiness is short-lived.
Often fantasy into the mountains where monks and nuns: the wooden fish all day long is only accompanied by silence the sound of chanting meditation, even if not a bath do not brush their teeth.
Author: ninaxiang
