This is a story about the continent.

This is a story about the continent and dragonflies.

This is a story about the continent and dragonflies, as well as buckwheat.

This is a story about the continent.

My dream is to be a dragonfly, the mainland said. After the mainland said this, the whole class burst into laughter, male and female classmates, and the teacher. At the class meeting that day, the teacher asked the students what their dreams were when they grew up, some said they wanted to be scientists, some said they wanted to be the People's Liberation Army, some said they wanted to be people's teachers, some said they wanted to be officials and servants of the people, and some said they wanted to make money and become millionaires...... It was the mainland's turn to make a statement, and the mainland moved his gaze from the face of the buckwheat at the same table to the teacher's face, and then from the teacher's face to the glass window. A flying dragonfly landed in his field of vision. The mainland said: My ideal is to be a dragonfly!

Why do you want to be a dragonfly? The mainland asked itself.

Because dragonflies can fly, and I can't. The continent replied to itself.

The mainland is a cripple. The continent was not crippled at first. The mainland became a cripple entirely because of the carelessness of the parents. When he was 3 years old in the mainland, his parents went to work in the field, put him in a radish pit, and caught two dragonflies to play with him, and he played for half a day. The damp turnip pit not only wetted the dragonfly's wings, but also the continent's legs.

The mainland has polio.

Maybe I've been wanting to make a dragonfly since then, right? Dragonflies are freer than humans. You see, it flies freely and freely under the sky, by the ditch, in the field, by the flowers, when it is tired and tired, it lies down in the flowers and sucks the dew and pollen, and when the passion comes, it looks for a bosom friend and sticks together to make a "small airplane" for a passionate dance. Those with pointed ears can even hear their love chants. Dragonflies are so enviable! But I, the mainland, a cripple, can only sit on my own ridge, looking at the blue sky and white clouds in a daze, looking at the dragonflies and thinking nonsense.

Mainland ——, Continental——。 Someone was shouting my name and running at me. It is buckwheat. She ran towards me with something in her arms. Running out of breath, the pink dress fluttered in the wind. The buckwheat flew into a beautiful dragonfly. Suddenly, buckwheat's foot tripped over the ridge, and the beautiful dragonfly suddenly stopped flying. I screamed and immediately limped to Buckwheat and helped her up. Buckwheat pushed the things in her arms to me, gasped and said, "Here, this is the clip and brush you want, I asked someone to buy it from Beijing, and you don't have to scribble on the ground in the future!"

When I took the clip, I noticed that blood was oozing from Soba's foot.

Buckwheat is a dragonfly. Buckwheat flies around not only on its own, but also on the mainland. The marriage between the mainland and buckwheat Buckwheat's parents did not agree, so buckwheat eloped with the mainland. They flew into the city like a dragonfly and opened a small restaurant.

The mainland is still dreaming of being a painter. Every day when restaurants are closed, the mainland paints under the lamp. Draw a dragonfly next to a flower bush in a field by a ditch under the sky. Dragonflies flying around. Dragonflies with different modalities. Dragonflies large and small. The mainland painted the dragonfly as its own. The snoring sound of buckwheat in my ears is the source of inspiration for the mainland!

The mainland participated in the calligraphy and painting competition held in the city and won the first place. The mainland said to buckwheat, buckwheat, I want to hold a dragonfly painting exhibition! Buckwheat said to the mainland, the mainland, our restaurant is going to expand, and the boss Jin on the opposite side invited me to partner in running a paradise hotel! When the hotel makes money, it's not too late to hold an art exhibition!

The mainland was speechless. He limped after tidying up the restaurant, washed the dishes and chopsticks, and came to the painting table again. That night, he drew a lame dragonfly. Across the street from the hotel, there was music and the sound of women's laughter coming from the broken windows.

In my eyes, dragonflies change. Sometimes it's a dragonfly, sometimes it's a butterfly. Buckwheat becomes a swaggering butterfly at the Elysium Hotel. Buckwheat became the boss, to be exact, one of the bosses. I don't go to work in hotels anymore. I concentrated on painting in the house where I lived with Buckwheat. However, more than a month has passed, and I can't draw a decent dragonfly. So I decided to fly back to the countryside. I came to the hotel to say goodbye to buckwheat. Buckwheat is settling accounts with Boss Kim in the office. I saw that the buckwheat was so heavily made up that I almost fainted with the smell of the soak on my body. I also saw Boss Kim's big gold teeth and the clear red lip prints on his face.

The mainland flew back to the countryside. He flew with dragonflies in the fields under the sky, beside the flowers. He felt like he had become a free dragonfly again. The mainland thinks: what is flying? Flying is an evasive act taken in order to disguise some of your own flaws. Only by covering up and evading can we achieve a state of forgetting things and self, and being light and elegant. I'm like that, and so are dragonflies. There is no difference between humans and dragonflies in this matter.

The mainland realized this. There has been a qualitative change in the paintings of the mainland. Each dragonfly in the mainland painting adds a kind of cold beauty to the mainland: it is a dragonfly that has lost its wings, wants to fly but struggles to fly.

The mainland returned to the city with this thick pile of sketches. His wide painting clipped behind him and bumped into a fragmented love song.

The mainland came to the door of the house where he and Buckwheat lived. He opened the door and opened the bedroom. There was a trance in front of his eyes: his dragonfly butterfly was being chewed by two rows of gold teeth. Chew as if no one else is around. Gnawing on the chewing of whale swallowing. The mainland ripped off the painting clip on his body and threw the sketch out of the room. The room full of dragonflies fluttered and flew. As the dragonflies flew around, the mainland felt that he had gathered all the dragonfly's strength, and he pounced on it quickly, pinching the butterfly and the gold tooth with the clip that Buckwheat had given him. The mainland sandwiched butterflies and gold teeth into a pair of transparent wings.

That's the wings of a wounded dragonfly!