He has real happiness

 　　Don't care what other people think, the most important thing in life is to have real happiness, that's enough.

　　I fell in love with this mountain town the first time I went to Chongqing.

　　In the evening, I was walking through the city's rolling alleys. Wherever I went, there were undulating roads, as if my toes were beating. The midsummer evening wind was charming and gentle, and the acacia flowers fell to the ground, and clusters of pink fluff danced in the air with a gust of wind, blooming a second life. It was the first time I ate authentic hand-ground ice powder, the first time I took the light rail that crossed people's homes, and the first time I saw the majestic hot pot restaurants in the whole valley...

　　This city fascinated me so much.

　　After dinner, a local friend in Chongqing took my colleagues and I for a walk to digest our food, while enjoying the night view of this romantic city.

　　We talked and laughed along the way, only to hear the music in the distance, the crowd was bustling, very lively. A friend said that there is a famous place in Chongqing called Guanyin Bridge. Walking forward, oh, I couldn't help but sigh in surprise: "What a big scene!"

　　Different from the square dance that I often see in the north, where there are only a few to dozens of people, and all kinds of dances are mixed in one place, In the large square here, there are nearly a thousand people dancing in unison, and the scene is spectacular. In the center of the distant steps opposite the center of the square, there is a lead dancer, like a fairy in the sky, overlooking all living beings and smiling at the world.

　　I stopped to appreciate it, my mood was relaxed and happy, and I felt fresh and wonderful from time to time. For example, if he looked closely, the lead dancer turned out to be a young man, but his dancing posture was so graceful and charming that he did not lose to any girl on the field. For example, in addition to older aunts, there are also a lot of young girls who dance with the same movements but with completely different styles. Another example is that I have probably counted the number of males, which is really unimaginable in the north.

　　But this series of surprises is not as attractive as an uncle to attract our attention. He is the most peculiar person in this huge square, and he firmly attracts me.

　　He looks like he is in his forties, he is not tall and fat, especially with a big belly. No matter how he looks, he doesn't look like a person who can dance. But with the music, his smooth movements made people laugh. how to say? It can't be said that he can't dance well, because the movements are really very skilled; but it's hard to say that he can dance well, the exaggerated movements compared to others, the chubby belly that keeps shaking, and the The expression management that comes with switching is really unbearable. Chongqing in August is the midsummer. With the belly twitching, the uncle's sweat splashed, which made it even more funny.

　　I looked around, and the onlookers and the crowd were also discussing each other in a heated discussion and laughter.

　　But as I watched, my hot heart slowly quieted down, and a magical force gripped me tightly. The music kept changing, and he also kept changing the dance moves. Every song showed the same enthusiasm and seriousness, completely ignoring the sounds and eyes around him, and immersed himself in his own world intoxicated.

　　That enthusiasm and seriousness are the buds of life, breaking through his exaggerated movements, fat body, worldly questioning and ridicule, prejudice and narrow-mindedness.

　　The beauty of that grand blooming life surged from within the soul.

　　I am more and more ashamed.

　　For a long time, I have prided myself on being tolerant and generous, holding a pure heart towards all things in the world, sympathizing with the weak, understanding good and evil, knowing the hardships and hardships of life, and never easily accusing and slandering others.

　　Because of this, the world only sees great successes with great brilliance, but I can always see the invisible mountains behind them and the abyss in their hearts, and I can better understand those great defects and great loneliness. As the host, There are also more arrivals and watching in the depths of life with the guests.

　　But tonight, I was obstructed by vulgar prejudice, infested by the evil hidden in the subconscious, and hurt this sincere uncle with a seemingly unintentional way.

　　Although, he may not feel it.

　　Because of this shame, I waited by the side for a long time. Until midnight, the crowd slowly dispersed.

　　I walked up to him and apologized: "I'm ashamed, I was laughing at your dance just now, but you dance really well."

　　He was a little surprised, looked at me, smiled and said, "It's the first time I've met you. Someone came to apologize. It's okay, I'm used to it, and there are people chasing and beating me."

　　I felt even more ashamed, mixed with a few sighs, as if there was a part of my hostility in the sinful injury.

　　I asked, "How long have you been dancing?"

　　"It's been more than ten years, and I'll be 60 next year. How is it, I'm quite young, right?" He kept smiling brightly.

　　This is really a surprise. I thought he was in his 40s and 60s, so he could really be called an uncle. Anyway, the chat is open and candid, and I don't mind another abrupt sentence: "What about your stomach?" The

　　uncle's laugh is also very magical, it is the kind of "quack" laughter, people can't help but be happy together. "I'm so greedy, I have to eat a big meal every day after dancing. I can't lose weight." The

　　two of us sat in the middle of the square and chatted.

　　The dancers who often come to dance call him "Uncle Da" affectionately. I asked Uncle Da, "When did you fall in love with dancing?" Uncle Da showed a proud and slightly sly expression: "Hey, that's a handicraft handed down from my ancestors, and my grandmother is a famous dance teacher in our local area. You know? We have taught a lot of great dancers."

　　After chatting, we found out that Uncle Da's grandmother was a professional dancer. Later, because of the war, she fled with her grandfather to Hainan, leaving behind the young Uncle Da's mother. Live with Uncle Da. According to relatives in the family, I heard news that my grandmother and grandfather moved to Taiwan, and they have not heard from him since.

　　Uncle Da followed her grandma to practice basic dance skills for more than two years, and since then she has been exploring on her own. The villagers often pointed behind the siblings, saying that they were abandoned by their parents. Before Uncle Da's death, she called the children and brought out a painting, which was a portrait of her grandmother and grandfather that Uncle Da asked someone to paint. She didn't even have a photo of her parents, so she could only draw people's imaginary parents based on the memories of her brother and sister. Uncle Da told Uncle Da to bury the painting with her after she died.

　　"Before my mother died, she told us that she never believed in those rumors. Although she and her uncle didn't know what happened at the time, they firmly believed in the love of their grandparents."

　　Uncle Da learned to dance with his mother since childhood. When I grew up, Uncle Da realized that my mother also missed her grandma by dancing. "My mother always said that grandma was the most beautiful and happiest when she was dancing. The scene she remembered most was how grandma was holding her while dancing gracefully." When he was a

　　child, Uncle Da and his parents went to the field to plant rice. He hummed a little song for a while, and then used the seedlings as props to dance in the field, attracting everyone's onlookers and eyes.

　　"My mother always asks my dad to comment after the dance. Dad always says that he dances better than a crab. My mother is so angry that she chases him in the field." He recalled these pictures, and the wrinkles were full of smiles. "There is always laughter and laughter in the fields of our family. People in the village say that my parents are poor and happy. You may not understand. At that time, my parents opened up wasteland in the wild forest. The land was the most barren and was cultivated. It was also the most tiring to wake up, but in my memory, I never felt how hard those days were. Mom's dancing covered all the hard work of life for our family."

　　"So you dance is also a way to miss your mom?"

　　"Also Not really. My mother and I both really like dancing. I think it was a gift from my grandmother to my mother, and my mother influenced me. If you look at our family, it is equivalent to three generations. If this is written in a book You are considered a famous family, quack quack."

　　I was infected by Uncle Da's unique and hearty laughter, and I laughed along with "Hahaha", I teased him: "Your technique can also be regarded as a family inheritance. Ah?"

　　"Why not? I went out to work with my father when I was young, and often performed dances for them on the construction site. They all praised me. Now that square dancing is so popular, I finally found my own stage." Uncle Da earnestly Said, "My life, including my dancing, has suffered a lot of scorn and discrimination, but my mother told me, don't care what other people think, the most important thing in your life is to have real happiness yourself. Will suffice."

　　At midnight, the lights of the city gradually faded away, leaving a few lights that complemented the stars in the sky. The summer heat has dissipated, and the breeze is coming. A few moths circled and danced in the clear light, and the dancing posture was charming, like the corners of his mouth flying.