Jerry is chengdu aircraft Industry Corporation huangtianba family area of a factory children. I was brought up by my grandparents. Both my parents are workers in 132 Factory. One of them works in workshop two and the other works in workshop five.
When Jerry was very young, he liked to go to the staff park of CFC group to play with his grandparents. This park we local people like to call Chengfei Park. Employees don’t have to pay to get in.
There are a lot of children’s favorite entertainment facilities in Chengfei Park. When I was only four or five years old at that time, my favorite are sky bike and the peacock slide introduced in this article (we are also called peacock “shuttle board” in Sichuan dialect).
When I was a child, I lived near Chengfei Park. After kindergarten, I would go to chengfei Park accompanied by my grandparents. Of course, on weekends, Jerry would take his parents’ hands and go to the park together.
As soon as I entered the park, I ran to the peacock slide.
For as long as Jerry could remember, the peacock had stood quietly in a corner of the park until now. That would make her at least 40 by now.
The peacock has an extremely brilliant appearance. The blue head and neck, the back of the feather slanted into two halves scattered on the ground, each half of the feather is a smooth marble-inlaid slide surface. The children climbed up a set of steps in the middle of the two slides to the peacock’s back and slid down in various positions.
When Jerry was a kid, he was very timid. He could only slide down in the most normal sitting position. Standing on the ground at the end of the peacock’s feathers, I looked up and felt that the peacock’s back was too high to reach. It took nearly 20 steps to reach it. However, spend half the weather panting to climb up, bent down to sit down, and then shout, the body suddenly slipped to the ground, that kind of refreshing feeling, it is easy to let the children at that time to meet.
Dozens of spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed, regardless of heat or cold, this beautiful peacock is standing quietly here, with her gentle feathers, to easily satisfied children brought simple and beautiful happiness. One after another happy family, in her side left a string of laughter.
But peacocks also silently watch the changes of the world.
Gradually, the old people who used to stand in front of the peacock slide and watch their grandchildren play with a kind smile, one day, no longer appear.
Gradually, those weekend like to invite colleagues, taking their children to play together to the peacock slide, carrying the dream of aviation to serve the country, in 132 factory is a few decades of ordinary workers, tall and straight bodies become slouched up, the hand of the children in the past, with a brisk pace is no longer. Formerly a head of black hair, has been quietly replaced by frost dyed white hair.
Gradually, those who are like light butterflies, one by one shuttling in front of the peacock, with innocent smiles on their faces, his/her body in front of the peacock slide, as if with magic luck hand suddenly pulled to grow up. As if in a flash, the faces of these children had changed from childish to adult. Soon, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, all kinds of troubles in life, and climb on his/her face, carved in the next traces of time.
That was how Jerry felt as she stood at the peacock slide — as if yesterday she had been one of those children who left a trail of laughter in front of her, and today she was approaching 40. I feel like I’m dreaming. Life is a dream.
As a boy, when Jerry was tired, he liked to walk up to the peacock’s belly and look up at her curiously. The peacock seemed so proud of Jerry’s observations that he never turned his head to look at me, but kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Jerry looked up at her, thinking the peacock was too tall for me to reach. When Jerry took Wang Zixi back to the peacock for the first time, his first impression was: How did she get so short?
Later Jerry realized that it was not the peacock that had grown shorter, but Jerry had grown up and understood the troubles and pains of the world. Growing up means saying goodbye to the carefree childhood. Growing up means that the heavy burden of life and the destruction of time will sooner or later make Jerry’s body no longer tall and straight like my parents.
The peacock saw all this, but he did not speak.
Jerry is getting into his 40s and has been re-reading two of my favorite Ridley Scott movies: Prometheus and Alien Covenant. In both alien sci-fi films, he sets out a worldview that overturns the traditional Darwinian theory that humans were created not by apes over time, but by intelligent civilizations on another planet in a distant galaxy.
At the end of the 21st century, the level of science and technology of mankind has been highly developed. Humanoid robot technology and space navigation technology have long been mature and widely used. At the same time, many scientists continue to explore the secrets and truth of human origins. In 2089, archaeologist Elizabeth Shaw and her husband, while working in Scotland, discovered an ancient stone carving that was identified as a star map that matched patterns found in the remains of several unrelated civilizations. Archaeologists believe it is a record of an alien visit to Earth. They believe humans were created by aliens. They call aliens “engineers” whose products are human beings on Earth.
Peter Weyland, the CEO of Weyland, then the world’s largest company by economic power, was in his last days. Welland sponsored a team to embark on a expensively built spaceship named “Prometheus” and set out on a journey to the planet LV-223(the planet inhabited by “the Engineer”) in search of the creator of humanity. Welland looked forward to finding his creator and helping him extend his life.
Ridley Scott, who was in his 60s when he directed “Black Hawk Down,” released in 2001, is a classic in Jerry’s mind. Jerry and his roommates watched the movie so many times.
As Jerry watched these films, which he recently dedicated to us at the age of 80, he clearly read the same questions ridley posed to himself and to his audience:
Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going? What do I live for?
Dear fans of Wang Zixi’s public account, do you have the answer to these questions?
