Wherever you are, remember that there is a place called Carrara in the ten thousand kilometers away.
It was a small town surrounded by mountains with green olive trees. Summer sun fire generally coated olive branches with a layer of gold, the wind will roll from the mountain side Mediterranean flavor, do not believe you can lick your lips, or sneeze, it must be salty taste. The children in the city are handsome, happy teenagers, with smiles that warm as the sun even in winter. Sometimes they would sit on the rocky beach and watch the shimmering waves of the moon, the Milky Way of the waves splashing their pure dreams.
It is said that the town is also very ordinary. The old couple is cooking potatoes in milk and saying nothing and everything about their marginal lives. Their faces were lined with wrinkles, and their pale blue eyes sank down on either side of the high bridge of the nose, like the mountains of Carrara, the sea of Carrara. The old man broke off the olive branch and put it in a wreath on his princess's head.
Carrera, however, has never been mentioned, and is silenced if anyone talks about it. Because the road to the town was so difficult, one could never get there alone. When Ratti heard the story, he did believe it, and finally began his 10,000-kilometer journey to Carrara one evening.
He knows that it's ten thousand kilometers, but which direction should he go if he looks around? He saw a group of white-clad pilgrims singing their hands up and banging their heads on the ground until their lips kissed the dust and their heads sank to the ground. Ratti stood a pilgrim's temporary patted him on the shoulder to ask where is this, the pilgrims those brown eyes narrowed into a little indifferent firm looked at him, with his lips quietly read out "Carrara". Ratti thought that if they were the ones going to Carrara, it would be the right direction. So he joined the pilgrims, singing songs of unknown names. The road ahead was long, and every time he knelt down, every time he touched the cold ground with her warm lips, he was miserable. White clothes are already blood-stained, some pilgrims dead, some pilgrims injured knees to disable moving, can only be ugly struggled on the ground peristalsis, some pilgrims’ faces have no smile like sculpture and beliefs, they do all bow down, sing, and endure the pain.
He wanted to know how far Carla was, but no one knew. But Ratti is a brave clinging person, he is not willing to give up, just like that year after year, day after day , the boy who took the dreams already been the mid-age man who was controlled by his dreams. His heart already did not have the dream to bring joy and satisfaction, some only non-stop worship, "Carrara, Carrara, mysterious temple, the birthplace of love, I want to find it I'm going to go to, even if lose everything also want to find it... “ He sang it over and over in his heart, and sometimes he was moved to tears by hisself. Until one day he found his hair white and his throat hoarse and unable to walk. He looked around at the mountains, touched his greyish beard and burst into tears. His life was a pilgrim's song
"Carrara,Carrara the temple of mystery, the birthplace of love, I'm going to find it I'm going to go there, I'm going to find it if I lose everything “ Did he really want the result of having given all his life now?
The sad thing was that he had never really seen the summer sun in his life, nor touched the silver waves, nor found the woman over half a century who could wear his olive wreath. But the pilgrims did not shrink. Some died on the road, others joined in, and the cycle continued. No one knew where Carrara is, and no one told the story of the old couple. Ratti is old, but he still holds his childhood dream in his heart. He had wondered why the world could not separate his life, but he had gone so far with this dream, which had become the reason of his all.
Ratti knelt in exhaustion and stared at the long line of white clothes. His eyes could not tear. The evening sky was a pale grey mist, and the orange sunset seemed to float in the mist as if Ratti’s old and weak heart was still jumping reluctantly between the heaven and the earth. A flock of birds from Ratti overhead as if his dreams also brought the distance, the moon came out all turned into a black and white sketch, he saw a silver ribbon floating before his eyes, moist wind blew his chapped lips. Far away he saw a lonely, thin shadow on the rocky beach.
He shouted to ask:
"Where is it?"
The shadow also shouted to him:
"This is Carrara!”
Author: Satin
