p /p maybe one day don’t send friends again; Maybe one day don’t brush space; Maybe one day don’t write thoughts; Maybe one day, all the time is frozen at that moment; Maybe, I have never said that I still miss you before that day comes. Maybe, until that day, my heart will never get what I want. Maybe……! You will know that I have been out of time and become obsession. Looking for you in the corner of the city, just to surround you and feel your most beautiful face and warm fingertips, the most fragrant long hair shawl, sleepless, lingering, just for you to look at me before I disappear, looking for the moment I disappear in your eyes, flashing the brightest point, that was before I left, all the memories drew the most beautiful circle for you, just for you! In the next life, you must not return to the previous life. If you return to the world too early, you will rub shoulders with you again. With the obsession of the tenth generation, you will sleep with your husband and wife for the rest of your life! How far is it from the tenth world in this life? Have you ever remembered that I missed you in every world and looked back at you and stopped to remember!

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

It will soon be lunar October 1 of the lunar calendar, which is the traditional ancestor worship day.

I miss my mother again.

Mother had a hard life, a hard life and a simple life. She left us four years ago.

When I think of it, among I am brothers and sisters, the child who most let mother Amoy God.

In my memory, there are many life fragments in early childhood.

Once, I didn’t know what disease I had and was hospitalized. In Hengshui town, Lin county, it was called commune at that time. I forgot all the crimes of the injection and infusion. I only remember that my mother took me to the town to let the wind go. It was about noon, the weather was fine and the sun was shining. The whole street, now I think it is on both sides of East-West Street, is full of clay portraits, which are very simple and exaggerated. The body, arms and legs are hay (millet straw) as muscles and bones, and a thick layer of mud is applied outside. The most attractive thing in the facial features is the nose, which is all tall and big. I should have asked my mother who this is, and then I knew that these were all Liu Shaoqi and Wang Guangmei. I touched this and that again curiously. Three steps one, two steps one, too much. It was around 1968,spring or summer.

Later, my mother often said that I was often hospitalized at that time. Most of the diseases are dysentery, which is very troublesome. When it is serious, the soup will not enter. My father probably thought I was too tired of my mother and said, give him a good support (care). Maybe he still expects this child when he is old.

Once I went to Lin County to be hospitalized, as if it was because of a high fever. It is also a hot summer, it should be noon. I remember there were Niang, elder sister and two elder brothers, who carried me towards the direction with TUI. I still remember that when I walked to the west ridge of the village, Niang let me drink water from time to time. The water is put in the thermos bottle with me. My mother uses the lid to pick up the water, and then feed it to me when it is cold. I don’t remember anything else. This thermos bottle has been with us for a long time. It is a thin aluminum shell, surrounded by concave vertical channels.

I didn’t become lame or tiptoe at that age, and I should also thank my parents 12 points. Among my peers, there was no lack of leg disability, because polio was prevalent in those years. Later, according to my mother, I am saw it in time and used good medicine, which escaped a disaster.

But I finally failed. It really doesn’t work. It means to die. I still remember that my mother has put on my last clothes. It is about winter, with cotton-padded jacket on the top and cotton-padded trousers on the bottom, thick and bulging. Cotton-padded jacket is purple, cotton-padded trousers are green, and the pattern is exactly the same, which is composed of black lines like vines. The fabric should be popular in that era. I was about to throw me away, but I survived again. According to the second sister, she came home from school at noon and found that I was alive again. Ma went to tell her classmates, who were also good friends and the daughter of the old Zhanshu family, it’s called Xiang er.

Now I think about it, I really didn’t drag my mother too much, which made my mother feel a lot tired.

Alas, when I think of these things, my heart is mixed.

Sadness is inevitable, but there is still warmth of accommodation.

Ah, life is short, the red dust is getting old, and the dead are like a river!

20201112 Yu Fuxi cold House

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…

Recall……

I remember

I said

Someone guessed that you were me.

Spiritual Love

It was funny at first

But as time flies

After too much understanding

I find more and more

My spirit

It’s really getting more and more inseparable from you

Once remembered

You told me

If I am

I want to heal you

If not

I think you are well

Look to the future

Hard work

Come on

Since it is doomed

Spiritual inseparable

Then be a confidante

Not bad

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

No reverse consideration

Life

It’s just a big net

Let you

Indecisive

Standing

Crossroads

Confused

I don’t know

Where to go

Since the selected

Shouldn’t be

Fear

Life

Not so much

Time and opportunity

Let you

Hesitating

Find the right direction

It should be

Go to the dream place

Life

Not much

Can regret chess

Big loss

Come again

Even though

That’s just

After failure

Self-comfort

We have already

No longer Young

We are no longer

Young and frivolous

Can’t afford to lose

The only thing that can be done

Or don’t do it

Or

If you do it, you won’t lose.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Dark night Echo

I couldn’t help coughing and coughed gently.

I seem to hear the echo, very clear.

I coughed again, which was also gentle.

It’s my Echo, obviously weak and hoarse, coming from up and down.

I know these echoes come from tombstones everywhere in the cemetery.

I’m not afraid. You are here, I am not afraid!

Some tall tombstones have dim lights. In front of some tombstones, there were candles flashing, the warmth of clouds, more, Berlin in black, and a white piece of words on the tombstone.

You don’t have a tombstone yet, a candle still flickers, dark red light.

When I came to you, one of the candles the children lit at noon was blown out by the wind, where was it still inserted? The other one was burnt out. There was a small piece on the ground, which was very like blackish Red’s blood.

In front of your grave, the paper money burned by relatives lay there quietly, like a scattered dark cloud and a dry tear.

I think your relatives have been here, I know.

I don’t want to come with them, I don’t want.

I didn’t come until my son left school. He is still driving now. He has to wait until he picked up the baby for me from specialty class. I advised him to leave early, but he didn’t want.

I can’t hide it from you anymore. I was hurt a little and it hurt a little.

The night before yesterday, I stumbled on the ground and hit the road along the stone on my ass. It’s okay, only a little pain. It’s really okay, otherwise how can I drive here by myself?

I called my elder sister and said I would leave the baby with her for a while and wanted to do something.

She didn’t ask me what to do, just asked me if it hurt.

She knew what I was going to do, and I could hear it from her voice.

I definitely want to come, although it really hurts.

Today is lunar October. My son came back from school specially. I couldn’t go back to see my father. It’s the first time for so many years. My hometown is far away and I still have to walk a lot of mountain roads. I may not be able to survive. But my son didn’t discuss with me and went with his brothers.

I will definitely come. There are a lot of people in the cemetery today, and my relatives have come to see you. If I don’t come, how can you rest assured? I’m really fine.

I was still like this, burning paper money to you one by one, smoking one by one, tears dripping on the fire, and soon disappeared. I didn’t feel pain there, I am felt uncomfortable.

When I stood up, I gritted my teeth and seemed to have a slap. It was not for other reasons. It was very cold and my legs were numb.

It was already dark, and it was all dark around. It’s okay. I came late. When I came, the weather was dim.

Very quiet, very quiet, there is no one in the cemetery, I can hear the sound of candlelight swinging, I can hear the sound of tears flowing out, and there are two low, short birds crying, choked, the woods from the bottom of the valley.

But candlelight is warm, I look at you, look at me! In this dark night, the Echo came.

November 15, 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…

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…

Tanabata, Milky Way

Today’s Chinese Valentine’s Day, the phone clearly prompts, very dazzling.

I walked on the road blankly, so many people in the world. Young men and women, happy and sweet. Older, calm and tacit understanding.

I escaped them in a panic, but there was no way to escape.

It seemed to be very rhythmic, but obviously hoarse one after another. On the ground, he let off his breath, lowered his voice, and then stopped abruptly. They are also tired. Is the sound of life calling? What are they hiding from, but they are not playing together in a tree?

After receiving the little baby, he described today’s happy things vividly. He didn’t notice, I didn’t want him to notice, I looked at the sky from time to time, there was a curved moon in the sky.

The moon is dark yellow, and the two ends of the Moon bend are like sharp blades. In the middle of the moon, there is a dark eye, haggard and godless, which seems to have dried all tears.

The moon is lonely, and only the full moon can make many people stop to appreciate it. Other times, no one looks at it, even those who look at it are lonely.

One night a few days ago, I sent my baby to my elder sister’s house. When I came back, an acquaintance met me on the way and said, “You can’t do this anymore. It’s been so long, how lonely it is to go home alone!”

I replied vaguely, lowered my head, burst into tears and walked into the darkness.

The children are noisy on the basketball court. Baby, I play coquetry with them from time to time. I also laugh. Behind the laughter is endless loneliness. I sat down and closed my eyes. I wanted to listen to the chirping of summer worms. I can’t see them. It rains a lot this summer. They are endlessly rambling in the crazy grass, some are urgent, some are soothing, but obviously they have no confidence and are not sincere. There are only a few sounds, Langlang, like children’s songs.

What do they read? Is it the nursery rhyme of Tanabata?

Without grape rack, where can I find those romantic words in myths? The leaves must still be green, but in this dark night, there are only thick clouds.

I raised my head, and the cold XINGX were nailed to each other without disturbing each other. No one thought that decades ago, even hundreds of years ago, they could melt all the temperatures, how to form a cold ice in this vast universe!

The Milky Way has no trace, and the brilliance spread is only in the memory of childhood, in my eyes that I used to be curious and longing.

Without the Milky Way, where can Cowherd and weaving maid find it?

Half a month ago, my friends and I were in front of your grave. Your best friend said, she dreamed of you. You said that your wish had been met, and you were very good, you can see us, but we can’t see you. She said you have become a fairy! Gods have stars, but which XINGX is you?

Tonight, are you also looking for your Cowherd, can’t you find the Milky Way, can’t you find the magpie who brought me a letter?

I went home with my head down. An earthworm on the concrete floor wriggled forward with effort. Its head was slightly raised. Was it bright and tearful?

Come tonight, I’ll wait for you.

August 14, 2021

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Tanabata, Milky Way

The Milky Way has no trace, and the brilliance spread is only in the memory of childhood, in my eyes that I used to be curious and longing….

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…

At 05:50 on December 11, 2020 (lunar October 27), my grandfather died at the age of 94.

One month before Grandpa died, he suddenly felt exhausted and collapsed in bed one day, and he could only eat some liquid food every day. Although the old man has a little back in his ears, his mind is still very clear. He may feel that he doesn’t have much time and call his children and grandchildren who only come back occasionally to see him. That day, it was a weekend. All of us came back and gathered around Grandpa. He could clear everyone’s name and told my parents to take care of themselves, I told our grandchildren to work hard, and I told them to study hard.

There are 5 grandparents, only he is a man, and the 4 grandmothers all go ahead of him. Grandpa is the oldest. Grandpa raised five children, with girls at the head and tail, and three boys in the middle. The elder sister died of illness a few years ago. A few years ago, Grandpa was very ill and gave up treatment as he meant. The most pity was that the youngest two sisters had not yet married. Now we have already married and had children for our grandchildren, so Grandpa left peacefully.

Grandpa is an ordinary rural person. Maybe few people have heard of him since he went out of our village. However, an old man of his age who can read characters is very rare in our rural areas in northern Jiangsu, maybe our ancestral home is still good. My father is the eldest son and I am eldest son, so my grandfather has a preference for me and my son. Grandpa’s temper was very big. Uncle said that when he was young, only I am of them were not trained by him, and they all made trouble with me. That day, my son came back to visit him after asking for leave. The child took his hand and asked him how he felt? He waved his hand and said, “I’m fine. Don’t ask for leave. I can’t delay my study.” Looking at his weak appearance, my tears could not help flowing down.

Before I went to school, I lived in my hometown. My father went out early and returned late at work, and my mother didn’t care much about me. At that time, my most important activity every day was to herd cattle with my grandfather. In the early 1980 s, mechanization was still a slogan. Rural people still couldn’t live without cattle farming. Our village was not able to raise cattle by every family, so our Bubalus was very envious of the village’s friends.

Every day I went out with my grandfather to herd cattle. My grandfather took the cattle to a ridge, put the back on the mat, and then stood on the ridge and held me up. Then, he smoked a cigarette and pulled the rope of the cow. He didn’t hesitate to pick the earth world with tender grass. I am on the back of the cow, Xiao Sanzi, Xiao Beizi…… Shouted loudly to the friends in the village. When it was almost over, Grandpa took me down again and looked at us with a smile to dig the navel and dig the grass root, when we rolled into mud monkeys one by one, we carried me to the ox’s back and blew the children in the village home. Every time I got home, grandma complained and changed clothes for me, but the next day she was still the same.

One year in the transplanting season, Grandpa used cattle to rake the field. I jumped on the edge of the field to stand on the rake. However, my grandfather found a big rim. After putting a lot of grass on the basket, he put it on the rake. Tiny me, he sat in the frame and watched the grandpa standing on the rake giggle……

Later, when I got to school, I lived in town with my parents. Although it was not far from my hometown, I went back less. It is necessary to go back to Tomb Sweeping Day every year, because our custom here is that tomb sweeping day will go to graves. Therefore, every year grandpa will lead our grandchildren to the grave. Along the way, he was talking about some fairy stories that I couldn’t find the source now. At that time, my cousin and I were not in mind to listen, because the thatch Bud on the ridge has already appeared, it will not be sweet if it is picked late; The braid on the roadside is also blooming brightly, and if it is not picked, it will be picked by others……

A township enterprise called “funeral room” in my father’s village has been the factory director since the apprentice. Later, because my mother wanted to help us take care of our children, she came to the county and opened a home decoration store, we lived in the county with us. My cousins grew up one by one and came out to school and work one by one. Gradually, there were only four festivals, namely Tomb Sweeping Day, middle yuan Festival, winter solstice and spring festival, where we needed to pay tribute to our ancestors, A big family just found a way to come back and get together. Such a day is the happiest time for Grandpa. While watching our children give him cigarettes, he complained that we spent money indiscriminately and rushed to give the snacks prepared by the children. When paying tribute to the ancestors, he always took pains to tell us the order of putting rice bowls on the tribute table and the quantity of inserting chopsticks, telling me how to change it after 100 years. Looking at my child’s respectful kowtow, I counted carefully who in the family didn’t come back, asked my child to fight for those who didn’t come back, and promised to help ask for the red envelope for kowtow next time.

In a flash, the winter solstice is coming, and Grandpa’s first seven days have passed. The rice bowls on the gong table are still 6 as last year. The first bowl with 3 pairs of chopsticks was removed last year, and finally a bowl with 1 pair of chopsticks was added, father said this bowl represents grandpa. I kowtow for the daughter-in-law who couldn’t get back, and kowtow for her son who couldn’t get back.

2020.12.21 (Gengzi year · winter solstice)

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…

I took the beginning of the East back to the east dry feet.

After getting out of the car at the fork in the road, I walked down the ditch and washed my feet in the ditch.

The water in the ditch is clear and flowing like light on the rusty water plants.

Behind — Tan Ling on the other side of the road, it looks like a raw wheat steamed bread sprinkled with chocolate in the sunshine. Tanling has always been like this. When I saw it, it was bare. How many years have passed-I really calculated the annual ring. After more than 20 years, it still hasn’t changed much. As a lonely mountain bag, or always unchanged, it conforms to our memory.

I picked up the knife on the ground-a bright chopper.

I am about to forget the knife, why do I bring a knife? I haven’t been back to Donggan’s feet for a long time, because time is wasted and I may need a knife.

The Duan family has been deserted, and the ruins of the empty flat are like the ruins.

Duan Jialing is like a tombstone of time, which stands between north and south. The sunshine is very transparent, and there is no dust and haze on Duan Jialing. It is clean, like clay just out of the kiln. The sky is also very clean, like a frozen lake. The way home is also very clean, like a yellow silk belt taken off the waist. The field looks like after autumn harvest. It is empty and there is no scene. It must be said that the Earth is covered with a khaki sweat.

The sky is very clean.

The ground under your feet is quiet.

I can see Donggan’s feet. White buildings with two floors are everywhere.

Ditch-this is a ditch that flows continuously all the year round. The water comes from the water. On the slope of the ditch over there, there is a row of tombstones standing impressively, large, such as door panels, on it, familiar words and strange names are written in Zhu Hong; The small ones are as small as sofa back, and on it, familiar words and strange names are written in Zhu Hong. The tablets are all hemp stones, and the hemp spots on them are clear and recognizable.

A total of five brand-new tombstones.

I turned to look at the beginning of the East and saw fields like tombstones in the sky. Scared me, I quickly pressed the head of the early East to my arms and said: Don’t Look, I am here.

At the beginning of the East, I snuggled my head in my arms, and I almost dragged him to walk.

Under the Duan ridge, it was dark. It was the tombstone of the pine forest and Duan Ridge.

I entered the village along the direction of the ditch, but I didn’t meet anyone.

The white iron door of the first household is as bright as a mirror.

The iron door of the second household was painted with green paint, rusted, mottled like a singing face.

His family has a dog. At this time, the dog should rush out, not welcome, but also bark to call the police. The dog hole by the door is open, like a decoration. On the opposite side is a wall. The house in the garden is original. The windows on the rough red brick wall are not equipped with glass and a piece of plastic film is hung. The plastic film should be noisy, and there was no movement at this time, which was as firm as sticking to the wall. The two houses next to them-I know their builders have been dead for many years, and his son also went to Changsha-went into the city, but the weeds in the yard were as long and neat as someone took care of them, without the mess of rats, pheasants and cockatrice. The sun shines on them, covering them with a layer of color clothes. The smell of desolation climbed out of the grass and hung on the wall.

When I walked all the way through those houses, I looked at them and they were all closed or locked.

These buildings are all new buildings. At the beginning, there was a wind of building new buildings in the countryside. No matter how many people in the family, a fine steel villa was built. I am not disgusted with these houses, just as I like the old tile houses. Houses are just the sky of our hearts, what kind of sky and what kind of identity we are given. We have a new identity, we immediately gave up and went to town. Run too fast, no, it should be said that the temptation of life in the city is too big, or there are too few people staying in the village, can’t bear the popularity of rarity and loneliness, and also throw furniture into the city, and this village-became the tombstone of our life.

At the beginning of the East, I heard that I always said tombstone, with my eyes wide open.

He was not frightened at all, but curious about me, as if I became a stranger.

Stepping on the scene of my childhood life, I walked in along the alley. On the way, I heard my footsteps and closed my eyes. I couldn’t believe it at all. It was my footsteps. Click-click-click–

The House on the other side of the alley-several tile houses, has been abandoned for a long time. The white ash on the wall is peeling off, the wood of the window is getting older and older, the door is getting thinner and thinner, and the tile is getting darker and darker. The bamboo forest behind the house is becoming more and more lush. The crack of bamboo forest—–is becoming more and more obvious.

I really don’t know exactly when the bamboo forest was available.

Donggan foot was originally without bamboo.

People with dry feet like to plant cypress trees by the river in front of the door. The seedlings of willow trees and maple trees grow in the ground, and they are reluctant to pull them out. Walking out of the door, I saw a row of green trees. The trees were as firm as our life. After decades, we left and left the village. Those trees were still standing by the river, becoming more and more firm. There are orange trees, batch trees and peach trees behind the house. There is another pear tree tree behind the uncle’s house. On the side of the village, there are plum trees and persimmon tree trees. In those open spaces, chestnut trees and jujube tree trees are planted. When did bamboo move into Donggan foot? Looking over, the open space behind Donggan’s feet was full of bamboo tails, green, and they looked at Donggan’s feet as if they were breathing on the screen.

The bamboo with dry feet is probably picked from the outside.

The tile houses on the east dry feet collapsed in front of them.

Maintaining our home has now become a pool of mud.

The past life was put in our heads and we warmed it with painstaking efforts. When we touched the broken wall beside the door, it suddenly became pale and meaningless. Two hundred years of history, we closed it gently, like rotten shoes. Our life has changed and become insignificant. We still hold it tightly. It is the life-saving straw given by the Times. Is the city the other side of the pursuit? Did we go ashore when we entered the city? Thinking of Donggan feet in Changsha, Yongzhou, Guangzhou, Shenzhen, Dongguan and Zhongshan, Donggan feet are always theirs, but they do not always belong to Donggan feet. In their well-known struggle for their hometown, dongganfoot really became a steppingstone of their life.

Dongganfoot’s house stands quietly in the sunshine.

I smelled the smell of the cemetery. I picked up the knife, and I saw my poor crazy appearance.

Opening the door, the house was filled with the musty smell of dust.

The portrait of my father was in the middle hall. He looked at me with a thoughtful expression, and his eyes were full of endless starlight.

I knelt down and crawled on the ground like a child who did something wrong.

At the beginning of the East, he stood by the door, looking at the Donggan foot that did not belong to him.

I don’t know where he belongs.

I belong here.

There was no joy in my heart, and my Hanging Heart was swinging. In this place like the sea, it was as weak as lead.

Donggan foot has no tombstone.

I tried my best to comfort myself that those intact roads would always bring people back.

That’s the only way home……

2020/6/9

Zan (prose editor: Yue ran) 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

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You have to go, I will go with you

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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

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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…

I finally remembered that the scar pattern on my wrist was a white cocoon. I am the cocoon heart, hiding in my cocoon forever, and don’t want to become a butterfly. One person plays the piano in the snow and one person knows his voice in the snow. If you have the same heart, no one is right or wrong, just have each other. You don’t have to say sorry, life is nothing except life and death. Everyone plays various roles in his own play. Many times, he cannot help himself and the ending cannot be controlled by himself. For me, the most right thing you did was that you didn’t kill my Cher as your two friends said. You didn’t do that, so I appreciate you for a lifetime, otherwise, I will really hate you for a lifetime. If the doctor didn’t say that Cher’s little face was purple and a little lack of oxygen and needed to be kept in an incubator for a few days, I would never let others take her away. I don’t want to cry any more, I want to leave some tears for myself.

For many years, I was most afraid of hearing children crying, especially at night, and the sad cries of cats. I felt like children crying. I don’t know what kind of crying Cher had when he was a child, so all the crying of children in the night would arouse my sadness. You asked me if I was happy? Some things can not be solved, do not have to solve, do not want to solve. Or set a standard of happiness, living itself is happiness, and having health and happiness for the rest of life is happiness, which are all things that money cannot buy. At the age of 50, after experiencing some things and knowing everything in the world, you will become sober and calm, and finally realize thoroughly. Those past are the wealth you have accumulated for many years. I turn them into words. This volume of Green Book is a gift I can give you, henggu Zen incense.

Life without burden will be happy. After more than 20 years, there is nothing to hear from each other. Living alone in their own world and meeting again is like waking up in a dream. In that year, with luxury dress was young and frivolous. Half of his life had passed in a flash, and his temples were dyed with Frost. If it is eroded after 40 or 50 years, will you still want to see me urgently? One day in your lifetime, can you still use the outline of memory to reflect the sunset on the edge of the ancient road of a long pavilion short pavilion of a station, and a figure carrying bearing sword or Heptachord lyre approached step by step, it doesn’t matter whether it’s me or you. We will meet at the end of fate. We are all travelers who have traveled a long distance. Even if we have fallen in love with each other, we can only brew a pot of moonlight and read you in the night of no one. Heaven and Earth are in, mountains are in, water is in. Time is there, you are there, I am there. What better world do you want? You are a hidden danger that I can’t seek medical treatment for my whole life. It began with love at first sight and finally fell in ashes. May you meet a good person, happy with you, long song, warm and happy life.

A heart not only lives for yourself, but also for you and me who met along the way, spreading ten miles of lotus flowers. Silence is not indifference, but deep love; Silence is not thin and cool, but understanding. Because, what can stand the time washing is the most true affection; Those who have experienced the precipitation of time are worth cherishing with heart. You know, single-minded is the gentlest power in the world. Beyond Time, the most beautiful love is not the heaven, the land is old, the company with you for a lifetime, that’s all. “Thousands of glory is not as trivial as the day and day.” I can’t keep time or you. With the difference of thought, the fallen leaves came one after another, a paper promised, and the King Kong turned into tears. Everything is empty. Amitabha, ten Buddhas.

You and everything in the world have met again after a long separation. On my New Year’s Day, Jujing’s room is closed. There is no calendar day in the mountain, and it is cold for another year. In the past two years, being able to live healthily is the greatest well-being. Healthy and happy! The meaning of living is sunshine, fresh air, fragrance of flowers and you far away. Cloud White, such as passers-by, does not mess with trees and shadows, and does not disturb dreams. The world of one year old and one year old is a long and short feeling. You are the traveler of the wind and Qing Song in the mountains of Yuanchuan Dai. The stars pass through the moon in the morning and evening. I used to want to be a passer in your eyes in the spring of the river. You can’t forget it. It’s hard to give up your whole life book at a glance. The dead water is fragrant and the years are shallow. A Floating Life In Dream is a dream. Only after seeing all the flowers blooming can we know that the flowers are easy to fall. The trees are pale and the wind is dry. Wait until lunar November to see a spring snow.

I am in the sunshine in the south, the snow is flying, and you are in the cold night in the north, all the seasons are like spring. Ruthless People used to be the most affectionate. Smile to meet Peng Hai Road, the world wind and moon like dust. Fate arranged us to meet in order to separate. We separated to meet again. If there is no difference, how will you cherish me. If you don’t meet again, how will you think of me. Qingqingzi, you can relax my heart. But for the reason, I have been sinking to this day.

Repeat and separate from Junsheng.

To meet each other for tens of thousands of miles, each in the world;

The road is blocked and long. Can we know the meeting?

Hu Ma Yi north wind, the South Branch of the Bird’s Nest.

The day of meeting is far away, and the day of belt has been delayed;

The clouds covered the day, and the tourists ignored the return.

Sijun is old, and the time is getting late.

Don’t repeat the donation and try to add meals.

I have a pot of wine to comfort the wind and dust. One toast to Sunrise and one toast to moonlight. A cup of toast to hometown and a cup of toast to the distance. One toast to freedom and one toast to death. Drink another ladle of wine, a toast to tomorrow and a toast to the past. Don’t regret the past and live up to the rest of your life.

The first acquaintance with the King is like the return of the old man. Meet like a flower, love like a poem. It is rare to meet a bosom friend in three lives. This life is only for finding you. Ande decided against the king, and was free from being called life and death as lovesickness. There are countless threads, I can’t resist it, and I feel sad. Meeting in this life will not live up to the fleeting time. I have seen you give me your hand three times, where you have deep autumn. The last time I saw you was in my short dream, where you had a group of winter winds. There is a fire in everyone’s heart, and people passing by only see smoke.

I know something about people, far away from the countryside.

I feel something deeply.

It is impossible to go far away from home, without looking forward to it.

The deep intestinal solution cannot be solved, and I don’t think about it.

In this case, the night of the lamp is left alone in the empty hall.

Autumn is not young, and the wind and rain are in the sky.

If you don’t learn the toutuo method, you can forget it.

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…