Distant aunt

The younger brother with gray hair said, “Time is so fast. Thirteen years ago, I was sitting on this train to Yinchuan to celebrate my sixth birthday.”

I didn’t speak. Our brothers hardly spoke, except for the water he brought me running around and helped me to the middle berth of the train. He knew I was hurt and had not recovered yet.

In the middle of the night, I woke up in a daze, lifted the window curtain and looked outside. Unexpectedly, I saw the moonlight. It was so pale that I couldn’t tell if it was Frost. The mountain in the distance or the dry Highland is black, and the harvested Zhuang base in the near Sichuan is walking by a small group of shadows. I seem to be in the bitter cold outside the window. Several low farmhouses squatted quietly. A concrete road turned over a wall and went up the slope, then ran to the side of the train Road.

I loose my hand and don’t want to see it again. Today is the 13th lunar calendar. I know, because today is my birthday. Last night, my eldest son called the little baby and said, I listened and secretly wiped a tear.

Birthday needs to be lively, I don’t have a lively heart, just like tonight in this strange place, outside the window is strange moonlight, I can only be dragged by fate, no matter where.

In the empty streets of Yinchuan in the morning, the cold almost froze my fingers with smoke and my ears. Yes, although the traffic is very developed now, it is really far away.

In the prayer hall of the funeral home, there are different mourning apparel, strange and unfamiliar sutras, different whining instruments, colorful and different images of gods and gods, different paper flowers in the spiritual Hall, there are also different paper money.

The portrait of my aunt was quietly placed there with a smile on her face.

My eyes are full of tears. Aunt, distant aunt, you will eventually sleep in this distant place and cannot return to your familiar hometown!

More than two years ago, the last sentence you said to me on the phone was: “Old four, why are we two dead!”. Then, the sniffles at both ends of the phone.

This sound is still in my ears, however, we are already separated by Yin and Yang!

You and my elderly mother are the best sisters. Our family has many children and the economy is very bad. In those years, every time you go back to your hometown, you will bring us big bags and small bags. When I was in school, almost all the clothes I wore were worn by my cousins. Every time you write a letter, you told us to study hard. Our brothers went to school and jumped out of the agricultural Gate. You are happier than your children. In those years, when our hometown hadn’t moved yet, on the 30th of our new year, we always called you on the mountain beam behind our mother’s home. These years, you are old, but you have come back to your hometown many times and lived in my home with your mother. The two sisters talked all night and cooked food for your mother. When they left, I still bought a bag of steamed buns for my mother outside and sent them back. We didn’t dare to tell our mother the bad news. How could she stand it when she knew it?

In the past two years, I have not contacted you. I have lost my beloved wife forever. You have lost your beloved little son forever. We all live in infinite grief, we must often think of it, but we really can’t say a word!

In your warm home, I look at your grandson who is only three years old. He is still ignorant and plays with some strange adults. He may not understand yet, lost my dear father, lost my dear grandmother, how many hardships I have to go through in my life, my tears are spinning in my eyes, but I dare not flow out. I had to go downstairs and smoke one after another in the cold wind.

Your body lies quietly in this distant place. Your old uncle, who is unstable, wailing loudly. Your daughter is still abroad because the epidemic cannot come back, your descendants and more than ten relatives looked at you and choked. The poor and thin girl you helped before was supported by her graduated child. Your photos played in circulation include green trees, red flowers, galloping sea, magnificent ancient buildings, and your satisfying and bright smile.

My cousin cried and read the eulogy. I know that you lost your father when you were young. I know that it is not easy for you to raise three children. I know that you are optimistic, cheerful and hardworking, but I don’t know that you work to subsidize your family, I don’t know that after you lost your beloved son three years ago, you are so strong to face life and cook delicious food for children!

I stared at the words on the screen that your name was being cremated. I knew that you had said goodbye to us forever since then. The sound of the staff crushing the Ashes is so sharp and piercing. I am dull and numb to your relatives and send you to the place where you sleep. Behind your tombstone is the tombstone of your son who died young.

Yinchuan in winter is cold, and the cold wind blows into my Cold Cold Heart. A piece of Poplar Forest was silent and could not see its end. The thin snow quietly pressed the Weeds. The River lay there motionless, lying in the broad river beach, except for an unknown tree full of dim red leaves, only dense branches were left on the tree, without a leaf, and it was motionless.

The plain of Ningxia is gray, remote and lonely. Occasionally there is a tree standing there abruptly in the middle of the field, which seems to be looking for the way home. On the right side of the train, a round of red sunset, like a lantern about to burn out, drifted across rows of poplar in the distance, seemingly chasing the train we took, finally, it fell down by a shallow canyon and was no longer seen.

In the sky on the left side of the train, a cold bright moon rises. It can’t catch up with the train not far away. There are clusters of wormwood on the ground, and the willow is also like a big Wormwood.

Today is the 15th lunar calendar.

Aunt, you are getting farther and farther away. I know that a few years ago, you built a tomb for yourself in your hometown.

November 30, 2020

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

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There is a sunny day for you and a cloud floating for you. There is a leaf of grass green for you, a flower laughing for you, a round of months for you to go, and one of my most sincere wishes for you! ——— Looking at the train going East, I realized that the taste of your leaving was very light. The track left by the fresh wind was very cold. My world also changed. The night blocked my sight and I found that I had accompanied you. It’s so far. It’s so far. Even if your heart is filled with you, you haven’t found that you left me lonely. The distance is a line cut constantly, the excess rain and false feelings spread in the season when I met you. The long forbearance and expectation fell in my Dusk. Crimson chestnuts and bright red strawberries are close to Red red cherry and your ruddy lips are more than mine. I want to know more about the coming and disappearance of lies containing their flavor.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

Silly girl

Before last October, I worked and lived in Hongqiao town. This is an ordinary small town in southern Sichuan, the only one that can highlight local characteristics…

You have to go, I will go with you

Recently, I have been listening to teacher Jiang Xun talking about a dream of Red Mansions. I really think it is quite good! He said such an interesting…

Birthday soul

I stood up and stared at the kind name on your tombstone. The warmth of the tombstone gradually dispersed. I raised my head and the sky was clean…

Liu Ma and her son

Wang Xin, the eldest son of Liu Ma, finally became a family at the age of 32, but she always felt uneasy. The ins and outs of things are really difficult…

The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

Lao Gen was silent and a little sad. He thought of Xiaofang, who had liked him when he was young. (Xiaofang: now they are educated young people who liked the countryside…

Huihui saw the red briefcase in her husband Zhiwei’s New Year card.

“He still remembers that last week, when I mentioned that everyone was studying in Japan,

On January 1st, there will always be new year card for each other according to tradition.”

Huihui smiled; Couldn’t help peeking at the card that would be given to him first.

Then she saw another folded piece of paper beside her.

On paper; She saw Zhiwei’s secret blessing to Zhiwei for the new year.

Zhiwei:

“In a very difficult year, we passed again.

2020, what an easy-to-remember year it will be.”

Wish: I can say to the boss:

“Li Sir: I totally agree that Peter is smart and capable.

2020: I will also work hard, but let me do it in my own way.

Don’t mention Peter again, I already know. Let me do it… my way.”

Wish: I can say to my wife:

Huihui: May I never be a passionate, beautiful and determined little three.

I will always be good to you. I am just worried that I am vulnerable.”

Wish: I can say to my younger brother:

Brother: your father and I are invincible. Don’t mention those who and whose father,

You can’t re-select a father, just give in,

It’s a little worse to accept this package. The product is easy to use. Dad, forget it.”

Wish: I can say to everyone:

“Have you seen Zhiwei?

How good he is, how good he is, how good he is, how good he is… there is no need to compare goods with three rooms…..”

Zhiwei:

“Only You. I am high, I am low, you have always been optimistic about me.”

* * * * * * * *

Huihui orbital fever.

She wrote down the new year card that would give Zhiwei.

Zhiwei:

“The first time I had an impression on you was that when you were studying in Japan, you gave me a new year card on the morning of January 1st.

You wrote: I wish you good health and all the best in 2005.

I think: This man is really old-fashioned.

Fifteen years later, this first feeling was proved to be completely correct.

* * * * * * * *

I am not beautiful but attractive, not sexy but can cook, maybe I can’t score.

But I am grateful; I can meet you luckily.

I never thought of exchanging a better husband with heaven…..

You are a part of my life that I can’t ask for more.

Plus my whole heart, then give me 10 points!

My 10 points, plus the 10 points you added to my life, are exactly 20.

20 for two people, 2020.

Let’s walk into 2020 and come to endless together.

I will not pray for a better you, because you are already the best.

* * * * * * * *

Zhiwei, although old products and new packaging are popular now;

But I have used Zhiwei, who I met in 2005,

Let this Zhiwei continue to be Zhiwei…..

Wax and wane

To you: This heart is the best.

Love you…..

Past. In the future.

2020. January 1st.”

2020 Sun Enli. petit story C119. Photo. Osamu

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Stagnation

I seem to be nothingness.

There seems to be nothing in my mind. I tried my best to catch something, but I couldn’t catch it at all. I want to concentrate some energy, but it seems that my mind is a barren mountain without any grass, even without any wind and sand.

Those things poured out of my mind, squeezing the temples and the corners of my eyes sour.

I was driving, but as if the car did not exist. I’m just floating in this world, running towards you.

There were pedestrians on the side of the road, and they were in a trance. They moved slowly, with clear faces and clear facial features, but they were also in a daze.

The Weeping Willow along the road were motionless, and one by one were dull people wearing straw raincoat ancient poems. They looked at me coldly and lonely, without any slight eyes.

The tombstone in the cemetery is also like them. The Cold name does not have a drop of tears.

Without any wind, the whole world stagnated.

Paper money is still in the shape of layers and layers. Although they have been burnt out, they seem to be a large gray flower in another world, with ungentle petals and motionless stripes. But I know, I can’t hold it. Before burning paper, there was a regular round pit. I think it should be the place where animals find heating. After all, it has been raining all the time this year, but I prefer to believe it, that is the flowerpot that you have already placed, waiting for me to put in this burning flower.

I sat beside you, I felt the cold tears on my face, but I couldn’t hear its voice. In the world, maybe only it is moving, slowly spreading. The dark red cigarette butts were burning in my hands, and I didn’t feel any warmth, as if it was also cold.

I suddenly coughed violently. It seemed that a current was sent from my chest and rushed across my shoulder quickly until the end of my fingers. I felt the Twitch to be destroyed. I stood up. The sky was blue, pure and dusk. I questioned in my heart, God! Can’t I even be sad?

No one answered me. All the leaves in front of us, big and small, are quiet and motionless, just like eyes big and small, indifferent and expressionless.

No bird flew over, and they also avoided. They seemed unwilling to look at me directly, unwilling to see the desperate eyes in my tears.

I haven’t been here for more than a month. Suddenly, your grave has been filled with dense small trees, most of which are elm trees. I don’t know when they came and how they took root. You must watch them grow up with your pity eyes and your loving eyes when you look at each child. Perhaps, when you speak quietly in the dead of night, you are not so lonely when you can’t sleep. However, they cover your eyes. You can’t see the TTL in the distance. Then I often stare at the TTL alone and far away.

Suddenly a sound of cuckoo came down from the bottom of the ditch, with a deep cry and intermittent sobs. It seemed that all the sad and bitter rain during this period of time soaked every inch of feathers on its body, soaked its heart again. It was silent after only two calls, which were also a struggle in drowning. I can’t save it, nor can it save me.

The sound of cicadas also gradually rose, like a sobbing ocean, with a low voice, boundless.

There is no wind, and the leaves do not move.

It’s going to be dark.

August 16, 2020

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

Silly girl

Before last October, I worked and lived in Hongqiao town. This is an ordinary small town in southern Sichuan, the only one that can highlight local characteristics…

You have to go, I will go with you

Recently, I have been listening to teacher Jiang Xun talking about a dream of Red Mansions. I really think it is quite good! He said such an interesting…

Birthday soul

I stood up and stared at the kind name on your tombstone. The warmth of the tombstone gradually dispersed. I raised my head and the sky was clean…

Liu Ma and her son

Wang Xin, the eldest son of Liu Ma, finally became a family at the age of 32, but she always felt uneasy. The ins and outs of things are really difficult…

The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

Lao Gen was silent and a little sad. He thought of Xiaofang, who had liked him when he was young. (Xiaofang: now they are educated young people who liked the countryside…