22. Osan
Osan.
Darkness and light: deep space, dream and science fiction outside of time
Li Wen didn’t graduate when he first came to Osan.
He took a five-hour flight, turned two buses and a motorcycle to this poor country, thinking of using a tutorial to add a nice piece of résumé and get a good job back in the capital.
Everything is fine in Ossan, and the rain is followed by sharps, bamboos, mushrooms, and blind monkeys and flinching hummingbirds flying on the tree. Unfortunately, Li Man’s specialty is linguistic, and if he is an ecology or environmental department, the local ecological map must inspire his academic enthusiasm.
“Ossan’s latitude is on the northern regression line, and the inter-ice period is monsoon weather, wet and rain-fed, which erodes the rocks into a Casteric landscape, reaching a few periods of ice, and encounters rising ground. I’m sorry.
Li Wen, following the headmaster’s hand, looked up a steep cliff wall, covered with thorns, and saw a black hole, almost vertically, on a cliff of 90 degrees.
“There’s a man who climbs the rocks with his bare hands, and he’s over the blind peak, just to look in the hole. I’m sorry.
“What happened?”
“The result is bad. “Let’s go back, it’s dark, and the blind monkeys are out there at night.” I’m sorry.
Blind monkeys are Moxiang food.
One.
The mountain is at the crossroads of three countries, and the ferocious terrain and dense jungle made it an isolated source of peach blossoms until it was broken into by the climbers 40 years ago — with a tribe living in dense forests and cliffs, with little communication with modern civilization, and with a way of life that resembles knife-and-fire cultivation in the 21st century.
The Mosa tribe’s inhabitants rarely lived to be 30 years old. In their brief lifetime, they mastered a unique language, recipe and aesthetics. “Bread” is made out of tanned tans and tans and tans, and is made out of tan.
The first expeditions had also tried to spread religion and culture to Osan, but the people there had no dispute and had never wanted or expected anything. When outsiders describe to them how beautiful heaven is, they need to work hard before they can go to heaven. What does the Moxicans mean when they laugh and say, “Before”? I’m sorry.
Expeditioners are desperate, and there is no fashion in the Mohamad language. Even less so, the concepts of the past, the present, the future, in other words, they are only living in the present, enjoying the time, which makes all the concepts of “the heavens” pale.
Almost a month after coming to Osan, Li Wen, knowing that the headmaster was of Moxiang origin and was half of the indigenous population, went down the mountain at his word. At night, however, he came out of the dormitory, and it seemed that the blind peak, which was only glimpsed during the day, was calling, and he wondered why.
The jungle and the mountain roads are difficult to walk, the unknown mosquitoes rise on the skin, the dark green light of the night’s jade forest, and the foreigners cannot find a way back. While Li Wen was determined to take a rest and find a way at dawn, he heard a long wailing.
It seems to have come from a distance, but soon, like a whistling train, with the Doppler effect, it is a sound that Li has never heard before, and if forced to compare it with what is familiar in life, it is like a squeaky willow or a belt that strikes in a dry wind.
Intuition tells him it’s blind monkey.
Blind monkeys are not visual animals, but they have the sharpest hearing and, according to locals, can easily discern the frequency of hummingbird shaking wings a few kilometres away. Blind monkeys use the wind to convey their voices and call their peers together. There was a saying among the Moosa people: “I met one blind monkey, but he was full of food, and I met ten blind monkeys, not enough to eat.” I’m sorry.
It means that while blind monkeys are a daily food, when they meet the blind monkeys, it is likely that they are humans themselves. Li Wen is panicking, in the dark, with only running, backsliding, the sound of fur plowing through the branches is timid, and his breath groaning with the moon and the blood that’s getting closer — at this point, the higher screech of the bee is slit in his ear:
# Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo #
It’s like the voice of a blind monkey, but it’s more like a human voice. More than a dozen fires lit up from the depths of the woods, and Li Wen ran to the lights, cut off his feet with thorns, he couldn’t take care of it, and he finally approached the crowd in a terrible scream.
“Years?”
“Mr. Lee”?
The year was his student, Moon’s sister, Moxiang. Like most Mohamad children, the parents of the two died at an early age and were raised by their sisters.
Year after year, they were wearing husks of husks, passing through their waists and shrubs, communicating with their people with their euphemisms.
Whoo-hoo!
Levin found that each time the call rings, the tone and the syllable space are delicately different, and it is difficult to distinguish between people’s ears, but on a quiet night, Li listens with his heart or can find some pattern.
After an arrow rained, the cry subsided.
“The hunt is here! “The year said to Levin.
The dead blind monkeys were poisoned with arrows and fell into the bush, and for a while, the dogs returned with the blind monkeys. For the first time in the flames, Li Man saw the look of the blind monkeys — their heads were not big, their limbs were big, their eyes were big green beans, their ears were in the neck and their shoulders.
“They will stand up to their enemies, and their ears will open there, and they will be a huge radio. “The year of explanation.
“You hunt every night? I’m sorry.
“Not every day. After all, some of us have classes for you during the day. You can’t do that! She smiled and laughed.
“What was that in your mouth? I’m sorry.
“The Moxiang language, but only when it’s hunting! So that the hunters can identify their respective positions and numbers, drive the monkeys together, and then lay arrows… If they speak normally, they don’t need to sound loud. I’m sorry.
“You speak a good language. Can I learn?” Li Man.
“It’s a nice, gentle girl who looks down when she wants to refuse a young man’s request, but it’s a night of stars and moons, and it’s so inappropriate to reject others.
On their feet, they walked on the road back to the village. Thanks to the teaching career over the years, most of the young people of the tribe have learned Mandarin. The harvest looks good tonight, and some of them are happy to hum a mosaic little tune, a syllable, a soft tune, like a twirling night wind with a willow.
Two.
Over the years, the headmasters saw the youths come and go, and they left some scattered ABCs for the local children, but eventually disappeared out of the mountains and out of the 996 in the big cities, and Osan was a beautiful line in the elite’s résumé, an isolated and pristine footnote.
But Li Man, who stands before himself, seems to be a special case.
“You said you’re going to learn Moshatan? I’m sorry.
“Yeah. My graduate studies are in linguistics, and last night I heard local youth talking in Mosha, not only in a manner that is very different from the 400 languages of the Han Tibetan language, but also has nothing to do with all known languages. I’m sorry.
“So you’re a language expert? I’m sorry.
Li’s face is red: “Well, it was meant to continue professional studies. I’m sorry.
“And then I thought it would be better to teach and find a job? “No one can learn this language, except for my own people, and I know one who speaks Moshatu.” I’m sorry.
Who is it?
“My father. He was the first climber to come here. He’s been missing for years. I’m sorry.
“Disappeared? I’m sorry.
“The last time anyone saw him was on the blind peak. They said that he had crawled into it, the deepest secret of the Moosa. I’m sorry.
“So you spent your whole life at Osan’s remotest school waiting for your father to return? I’m sorry.
“Don’t be so emotional, okay? Not looking for dad for the rest of his life; it’s looking for him, one without paying attention, after most of his life. I’m sorry.
“What does his disappearance have to do with learning the Mohamad language? Isn’t Moxiang a taboo? I’m sorry.
“That’s not true. Everyone can learn, but not everyone can. I can only understand 50 percent of it today, and Dad’s learned all about it, but unfortunately there don’t seem to be any cases of outsiders besides him. I’m sorry.
“You don’t have to worry about that. Li Man said:
Li is a linguistic genius who has a good memory and is good at comparing and summing up patterns, and studied at university to complete his semantic comparison, he spent three months studying a Brazilian rainforest’s tribal language.
But when he went to school in his old cabin, he had an unprecedented problem.
“Why are the five words, “the winter,” “the moonlight”, “the guest”, “beautiful,” “leave” and “leave” all read “Hello to you?” There’s only a slight difference in the tone. Nor do they have the same words, which are so hard to remember. I’m sorry.
Years of scratching and scratching, it’s confusing: “Yeah, you say it, and I think it sounds like they don’t really make much difference. I was still a child with no weaning, and I didn’t know the roots or the semantics, but I learned it very quickly. I’m sorry.
“That’s because the baby’s brain is still developing, and it’s natural to modify the brain’s nervous circuits through the hearing memory obtained from the environment. Adults need more to learn the language than to understand the semantics, to trace the source of the word, but it is clear that Mohamad is not a language used for “understanding”. By the way, how did you first learn Mandarin? I’m sorry.
“It’s nothing special, since we started school here, when we’re five or six years old, it seems natural to learn the spelling and the font. I’m sorry.
Li Man is in silence. He had a feeling that the two languages were likely to be completely parallel for this bilingual learner of the year, each with a different logic and without interference, and were part of her linguistic instincts when she was young enough.
“You’ve learned so long, you’re tired. You come with me? ”Hanging up their bows year after year, running under the sun makes young girls look red and healthy, with calves like deer.
The sun also heats up in the sky, and the farthest blind peaks grow in sight, from the dark gray blues to the green greens of life. Only that steep black cliff is the same as the last time Li Wen came.
“On the Mount of Blindness is a hole in the spirit of the Moxiang. “The outsiders can’t get close, but the best climbers can.” I’m sorry.
“What’s in it? I’m sorry.
“The ancestors. I’m sorry.
“You mean, everyone lives in it? I’m sorry.
“Yeah. It’s just that our ancestors can’t see the world with their eyes. We are their eyes, their hands, their mouths. We hunt blind monkeys, we sacrifice to our ancestors. I’m sorry.
Li Man frowned, didn’t keep asking.
The three months of living with the ethnic group made him very sympathetic to the children. Generations of seclusion, where inter-tribal marriages make the gene pool very limited, make the Moxian people very ill-sighted and many quickly lose sight of the adult population. In the mountains, invisibility means loss of viability, and it is said that the Moxiang will be guided by the gods after their blindness into the hole of the spirit on the blind peaks and become part of the “grandfather’s spirit”.
“Death” is just a beautiful word.
As a result, the Mosayan children who had lost their parents early assumed responsibility for food and the care of younger siblings in their teens. When they reach full age, they marry, give birth to their offspring and repeat their parents ‘ cave path.
When Li was sad, the young sound came: “Look, this is a beautiful piece! I’m sorry.
The bamboo is not a bamboo, stripping off the husk of its appearance, and you’ll see the thin bouquet, which is the hummingbird’s favorite food. Their small wings beat them dozens of times a second, so that the body can hang over the bamboo, slit the long beaks and draw nectar from the core.
The hummingbirds are also the favorite of blind monkeys, and when they suck up several times their body’s nectar, they lose their flying power and have to open their wings and put their heads down in the bamboo forest for a rest. Smart blind monkeys just have to shake in bamboo roots, and the hummingbirds fall like ripe dates, so the monkeys can pick up.
3
Over the next few months, Li Man was all over language learning and, by word-matching, he discovered that Mochantan was a fine system.
It is not entirely expressed in terms of the words themselves — to understand the Moxiang language, but also to pay attention to the tone and speed of the voice.
For example, the word “wheat” means “winter” if you say it quickly with a sharp voice, while the word “moon” with a sharp voice, the word “leave” means “leave.”
Even though most of the languages of humankind are spoken and listened to in a voice and speed, Li is the first to see a language that is directly affected by the emotions of those who speak.
From the summation point of view, the three elements of the Moshaan language: frequency of sound (temperature), slow symphony and synonyms themselves constitute a three-dimensional system of coordinates, in which each of the images of the real world has its own unique place in the axis of the stereo coordinates. As a result, the Moshatan language is two orders of magnitude more efficient than the ordinary language expressed in a 1-dimensional word.
The headmaster said that Levin was a genius, he used 20 years of learning, and Li won the rule for months.
But at that time, his period ended.
Levin returned to Metropolis on a motorcycle, two buses and a five-hour plane. The curriculum vitae was placed on a home website, a home company was interviewed for the subway, the zebra line, the late night’s red and green light, and the greasy early hour.
He always felt that something had changed, and that what he hadn’t learned was that it was like a seed that had just sprung up in his brain.
The day he bought lunch at a convenience store downstairs in an interview, and he saw a news story when he brushed his cell phone:
“A scene of the heat in the city’s storm: the flood rescuers rescued the roof dog.”
But the news section is different from the title: “Why save dogs when people are dying?” “How can it rain like this?” The chief should drag it out! Why waste resources? I’m sorry.
Even though Li Mann’s mouths and his keysmans are the worst, the city is experiencing a hundred-year-old storm, and the problem of internal flooding is normal, and most of the citizens have been moved to safe heights after the government’s orderly rescue.
Soon, another news came out: “The government will invest a lot of money in the comprehensive development of the Osan region, where the local population is about to live a modern life.” “How can a group of indigenous peoples spend their own money to feed themselves without working?” “There’s a man from Osan around me, and I’m not prejudiced. I’m sorry.
Levin dropped his phone, and he couldn’t tell the keyboardman at that end through the screen: He went to Osan, where there was a special and beautiful ecological environment, where the Mosha people had a life cycle that could never be understood by outsiders and spoke a language that could not be recorded in writing.
A particular language … is distinct from the language prevailing, making it possible for a real exchange with the world. Levin thought that after an early spring afternoon, a ticket to Osan was set up again.
4
This time, however, he was unable to be a teacher for years and had entered the mental hole.
“How is that possible? She’s not married yet!
“She’s the most sensitive person in our ears, the best hunter, and nature’s eyes are worse. The year-old sister Moon said that there was nothing sad about her face: “Señor Lee had nothing to be sad about. She was wearing a white plum dress on the day she entered the hole, wearing a wreath and bell over her head, happy as a bride. I’m sorry.
“As for the people of Moses, there is a saying from O’Mohamed: The headmaster next to him said, “I didn’t understand what it meant at first, but then it became clear that Mohamad was a language that described all possible. I’m sorry.
After all these years of learning, Li has come to understand the uniqueness of Moxiang: The local population suffers from serious visual impairments and has developed a strong hearing that distinguishes minor differences in tone and rhythm. The simple environment of isolation has enabled them to evolve into Moshatan — a three-dimensional, three-dimensional expression based on the synonym, tone (sound frequency), rhythm of speech — all as fine as a cube.
There are 16 single syllables commonly used in Moxia, and there is a 256 binary in both, while there are nine highs and nine slows, and there are 20763 combinations.
The 20763 words represent everything that the Mohamad has been able to reach throughout his life. Their grammar does not have a structure such as “principal guest” or “dominant table” and there is no order, no state of affairs, no distinction between adjectives and nouns, much less the concept of “biased structure”. 20763 words, equal to each other, linked to the end, became all meaning in a 9X9X256-point vocabulary.
When a person wishes to speak in Moxiang, it is not by saying a word. It’s more like the talker and the listener went into the 9X9X256 at the same time, and the talker reported the coordinates of the images that he had indicated, and they automatically became a line, synthesized the information, so that the listener in the same spot could see.
Li Man has always felt that human language is a flawed system. Because when you say “part of the message”, you don’t say “part of the message.” For example, the familiar joke: A says, “The apple is delicious.” “How can you say apples are good?” Have you ever considered how bananas feel? I’m sorry.
Arguments and misunderstandings exist because most languages are linear and mobile, and they cannot say everything about the world at the same time, nor can they say, “The apples are good, but the bananas are good, the pineapple is good, and the melon smells good…”
But Moshatan, with its three-dimensional coordinates, made it possible.
All that is expressed is what the spokesmen think at this time. And everything that has not been expressed is still there, in that giant syllable, and they may not yet be said in a syllable, but they are still there, representing the possibility of everything in the world.
Headmaster, can I go to the Spirit Hole? I’m sorry.
The headmaster didn’t answer, he just made a weird, 30-second lamentation. Soon, Li realized that it was a mosaic, which was neither confirmed nor denied; it was neither encouraged nor stopped. It was only with Li Wen who entered the Moxiang matrix, so that he could see at once all the possibilities of the trip: either the cliff crash, or the mouth of the blind monkey, or the success in entering the cave and finding nothing. Or — a possibility of a little red and purple light — in a dark, spiritual hole, the tiny figure of the sun is running towards him, with the wreaths and bells on his head following his footsteps, making a soft noise, like the vines in the wind.
Lee has really mastered this language, and there’s everything he needs to know in the spiritual hole.
5.
Moon’s foot was faster, she climbed blind peaks and found for Li Wen a path with more thorny roots as a catcher.
“Mrs. Lee, we all know you’re coming back from town! I’m sorry.
“How do you know? I’m sorry.
“I don’t know, I just know! Everyone knows! You’ll be at the entrance of the village in a few days’ time, and you’ll still have the snacks we like! I’m sorry.
“But I didn’t get a snack. I’m sorry.
“Then when you’re out of the blind peak, you can fix it! I’ll take you to the top of the blind, you’ll be exhausted, you won’t get in, you’ll have to fix it! I’m sorry.
They did not climb directly along the steep rocks on the other side of the cave, but followed the ridge of the back, which was relatively decompressed, to the top of the spiritual cave. According to Li Wen’s vision, a leash would be tied to one of the mackerel’s roots, and both of them could be hung into the hole.
But the ropes had just been tied, and the moon had just fallen into a hole from the jade roots, and she fell with the rocks. Levin was busy trying to pull, as if there was a strong gravitational force that brought both of them into the dark.
It’s inside the mental cave.
Like all the Casteric landscapes, the caves are dark and damp, and the water ticking shows that the bells are growing. Li Wen turned on his flashlight and saw fortunately that he and Minoru had slipped along the roots of a plume, with dirt and weed, and neither was injured.
But when they got up and looked for years, they found that the plume was a big piece, and they couldn’t get out.
“There’s no sun here. How come there’s so much sun? I’m sorry.
“The jade is not real bamboo. No sun! I’m sorry.
Levin leaned down, finely plowed the runners, fragrances and honey under the skin, but in a closer look, it was a fungus, on the edge of the coated ground, and an undegraded umbrella of mushrooms.
“Look!”
Li Wen looked in the direction of Little Jade’s finger, and the most dense place in the jade forest sent a dark green light, which was made of the jade luminous umbrella. The sound of a snob came from a hummingbird that had built a nest above the jade forest.
“What a place to find. Li Man said:
“Sister has also become a mirage. I’m not sure what I’m talking about.
“What? I’m sorry.
“It’s the secret of Osan. There’s a spiritual cave where everyone who learns our language can read secrets and you can try. I’m sorry.
Levin tried to get into that dot again.
A picture had been drawn from his head, blind monkeys, moons and moons, lake water, and years in hunting skirts, some of which he had experienced and others had never seen. He understood that this was the memory of other Mohamads.
The secret of Osan is a secret of the cycle. The fungus, called the jade, came out of the ground, with the “sprung flowers” to feed the humming birds, the blind monkeys hunted the humming birds, and the Moxiani hunted the blind monkeys, and when the Moxicans reach their limit, they return to the roots of the jade forest, the hole of the spirit, and they dedicate their bodies to the jade bacterium, and then they store their memories in the Moxican dome.
And when the mycelium draws their flesh’s nutrients again, and the spores follow the wind to the mountains, their will will will be united with the mountains.
The Mohamad lived only for a moment. It’s that moment when they’re in the language, and all the possibilities come to them. And they knew all that was in the mountains and all that was in the world.
Li Man’s senses are fading, and when he wakes up again, he finds everything different in his eyes.
No one ever met him.
Rumor has it that he went to the mountains to teach, to meet the beautiful local hunter girl and become a home, to teach the local pedagogue and to teach Peach Li Man.
He was also said to have been eaten by the monkeys in the mountains and to have suffered.
It was also said that the teachings were too bitter and that he had not kept up, and that he had gone back to the city to do business, to make money in mysterious ways and to avoid having too much to do with the poor friends of the past, and had been cut off.
And only the true Levin himself knew that they were right, and that at that moment he had experienced all the possibilities in their mouths.
The end–
□ Wang Nono
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Summer break.
Agreed.
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