The mountain Mao stretched out his head from the roof with a corn in his hand, and looked around with big eyes. Suddenly he jumped over the roof and jumped to the next bamboo forest three or two times and disappeared in the next wild cherry tree. The old house is a kind of wooden grass House. In winter, the mountain wool will be used to transport food from time to time. The old house is already very old. She has sheltered the wind and rain for several generations, and the roof of sunrise and sunset is Full of Sky. Originally, the green arrow bamboo made the years precipitate like carbon, but they were still neatly arranged. Pillars are still standing, rows of boards are still embedded, and they are connected by ancient mortise and tenon joints!

In rainy days, the eavesdrop pots under the eaves were cut out with some holes and holes, and the endless yanggou water filled the room. The wind in front of the house is always familiar at Rosewood, and the opening will be fried like flowers at mature style rosewood. Then everyone can gather together to pick pears and pears. Your family has a CABAs and his family has a back, pears are sweet but picking pears is more interesting. Later, pear tree became a stump, and then there was no later! The sweetness of pear does not lie in its sweetness, but in its uncooked taste, it is the acid involved that crept up to Uncle’s bungalow and stabbed one with bamboo stem. The old sugar pear tree behind the anterior chamber is still the same. In the furnace room where the iron was struck at the door, the handle of the air-pulling box was smooth and delicate. The burning fire and the tingling sparks of the iron were flying everywhere. Uncle’s shirt always had endless holes. There is also a clump of papaya trees, the fragrance lingering when drying papaya, and the residual fragrance of papaya in the wardrobe floating to whose heart with the wind, where did it stay?

The sky gradually darkened, and the uncle fell into the fire and threw a few potato of slag to cover it. Who rushed back to Bubalus, fed some water and put it in the dark circle behind the house, and who carried the big back of hogweed, the chicken and duck returned to the circle of chickens, and the one removed the lean coal in the coal pile. There was a sound of children laughing in the field next to him-the sheep was still peekaboo. With a little noise… you don’t come home to eat and do your homework, the lonely world becomes quiet instantly. At night, a group of people gathered around the fire and listened to grandma telling the story of the old braids! The moon is hanging alone in the half slope! Who was drunk lit only the broken soles and walked on the ridge of the rotten land.

The World Turned White when snow was piled up on the roof, and the eaves hanging upside down at eavesdrop became condensed hook. Naughty children knocked down with dried bamboo and picked up one and put it in whose vest! The snow left a string of footprints stretching far away…… A fire plate of Kang is potato, and the fire hole is not forget to put a few. The Zhen Jiao water in the pot struggled hard, as if running away from something. The peach house was going to knock through the vortex and kowtow to the surface, pointing its head at once; The stonewashed soybean milk which was squealing and ringing dropped down in circles, and the big pots were piled up layer by layer. In winter, lunar December, the old house is the most lively. Today, your house will hit the noodles tomorrow. Today, your family will push soybean milk tomorrow, and his family will push the pig noodles two days later. People will come and go again and again.

The old house is no longer there, but the hometown is still there but not the hometown once! The farther we go, the farther we leave our parents to stay alone in our hometown. The parents in our hometown are a ray of concern to us. We are also a ray of concern to our parents when we are far away from our hometown. Our hometown is a place where our ancestors live for generations, they also keep the memories of their childhood. They once had the joys and sorrows. Their parents guarded their beliefs and they guarded their inheritance!

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

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Birthday soul

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Liu Ma and her son

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The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

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Spring is gone

The fourth spring after you left.

I am at home alone.

Turning off the light, darkness and loneliness rushed over and swallowed me instantly. Tears slipped down my face quickly. The house was very quiet. I seemed to hear the sound of tears falling down.

I sat on the small bench in the kitchen, with only dark red cigarette butts and bright windows outside the window.

A fine example sharp noise came from the yard. The little baby went to the third sister’s house. The third sister missed him and wanted to stay with him all night.

I know the woods in the yard, the flowers that should bloom and fall are all falling. When I came home, I had already seen that spring had been deeply submerged by the years.

And those flowers, those tender leaf, those spring, I only cast a shallow glance. They may have seen me and walked by silently and lifelessly every day. Sometimes the baby is around, one high and one low. Baby is happy sometimes. I also smile and joke. However, they must have noticed that when my baby didn’t look at me, I was tired and sad.

I just passed by spring, a shadow of passing years, often wearing a messy gray hair.

Sometimes, baby holds a small flower, a few leaves and a few grass in his hand. He often runs over in a hurry and comes up to him to smell those flowers. He loves beauty, he is naive. Originally, he should also be happy and happy.

However, those flowers, those grass and leaves had already withered and I threw them into the trash can. Last weekend, the small apricots he picked must have withered without any brilliance.

The bowl I had eaten a few days ago was placed on the stove in a mess, looking at me silently with my head bowed and tears. Since you left, they have lost their luster like me, I lost my soul.

I know those winter jasmine, those Magnolia, those apricot flowers, those peach blossoms, those Li Hua flowers and large rape flowers in the fields. I used to like them so much, just like you like them, however, now, I only see a piece of the Rose, a flower tree, but I can no longer see their charm, their delicacy and delicacy, I can’t smell their fragrance either. The faint fragrance of flowers is refreshing and sweet in memory.

This spring, I only remember that it was hot and cold. Three months ago, there used to be a few days warmer than now. Remember some rain, untimely, completely the taste of autumn. I remember some cold, accompanied by layers of thick clouds, and there were chilling spring snow on the top of the far TTL. I remember drinking with my closest friends twice, drinking unconscious, being helped by my friends, and crying in the street. I remember some wine bars. I ate dishes silently and drank wine, which was a lonely visitor and lonely soul in the bustling world.

Of course, I can’t forget to take my baby to the mountain fields in spring. Sometimes my baby is gambol, sometimes it is sensible and strong that does not match his age.

Between Heaven and Earth, two figures, one high and one low, made me summon up courage, remind me and tell me that spring is beautiful and promising.

He is not at home tonight. I turned on the lamp, and the shadow fell on the wall, mottled, without human form.

It is said that when you are alone, Shadow is a person’s soul.

2021-4-16

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…