There's no cure for loneliness

It is an autumn evening, very cool, sitting reading under the balcony light, suddenly came a child's heart-wrenching cry, over and over again, only one word, said: mother does not want me! Mom doesn't want me anymore!

The security door slammed shut, and in the corridor opposite, there was the sound of cold high heels, rattling into the air. That kind of ruthlessness, only in the secular world, become rough and cold a heart, will be born. The desperate child, still crying in the wind, but no one responded to his loneliness. The people in the community, only as a child willful, stubborn, feel such indifference, but is a punishment for him, so it is not surprising, look at him, then from his side, like a cool breeze passed.

I know that the cry of a child will eventually disappear in the silence of no one, like a wisp of smoke, dissipated in the silent twilight. So I didn't have to stick my head out of the window to see how he dried his tears, hesitated for a long time next to the burglar door, and finally raised his hand and rang his doorbell.

It's the only place for kids with nowhere else to go. Perhaps there are parents at home scold, scold, perhaps a single mother will take him out of anger, perhaps there are only scraps left on the table, but he has no money to wander, in addition to return, hide the deep loneliness of his heart, he has no choice.

I thought of another child, walking side by side with his mother, and I did not know what words had caused an argument. The mother, in anger, shouted at him. He did not argue, nor burst into tears, but suddenly stopped walking and crouched down in silence. I couldn't see his face under the dim street lamp, and I didn't know if he had any tears falling down. But I guess he didn't cry. His heart, a cold and sad, like a vast snow, can not find the direction of a bird, can not find a warm home. There was not even a dead branch to rest on. I walked far away and saw the child squatting on the concrete floor, a lonely black shadow. Just like me, many years ago, who had run away from home because my father had beaten me, standing in the wild grass with the dew wet my shoes.

Adults often think that children who do not have worries about food and clothing are the most simple and happy in their hearts, so words such as loneliness, despair, helplessness and fear have nothing to do with them; But three words of deception, two candies, you can buy them, re-burst smile. However, no one can understand that when they are ignored by adults, beat and scold, and even drive out of the house, the overwhelming sadness in the heart can almost drown them who are weak and unable to fight the world.

Adults can use money, material desire, love to fill the loneliness of the attack volume, but those crying children, but can only allow the loneliness to be carried, like a boat in the big waves, bumping forward. Only adults whose hearts have always been pure and unstained by dust can read their fear in their helpless eyes like cats and dogs.

Walking in the alienated city, it is rare to encounter a childhood in the countryside, adults spanking children in public, and being blocked by a group of neighbors. More often, such a beating is changed in a secret home, a neighbor who does not communicate with each other, or a stranger on the opposite tall building, can only listen through the window to the child who is isolated by his family, crying, or crying in despair.

The deepest loneliness in the world lies in the bleeding wound of a stray dog, in the gaze of a camel that has lost its child, in the terror of a Wolf captured by a hunter. And, in the panic of a lost child in the city.

Such loneliness, hidden in the weak life, no one can save it, no medicine can cure it, but the coarse shell that time has given it to protect itself.