Ji he chronicle two, four, six

Remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Wen Sheng

After many days of hard thinking, Laotian chose a new viewpoint. Taking the only remains of the educated youth academy in Nangang that year-a certain point in the sky behind the persimmon tree as the viewpoint, he looked down at the mountain and expanded the picture:

At the bottom of the mountain is Nangang reservoir. Under the persimmon tree, the mountain road leads to the village. After going down the mountain and crossing the river, it enters the village.

The village consists of three classes.

The old village is the first class and consists of the village’s large and small valley courtyard, the Old Kiln Courtyard and the grass house courtyard. The large and small valley yard is an old tile house in Ming and Qing dynasties. Most of the old kilns have built bungalows, and most of the grass houses have been converted into bungalows.

The bungalow is the second class and is divided into two parts. One part is in front of the old village, mainly built in the 1970 s and masonry-timber structure, with Adobe inside; One part is on the hillside behind the old village and on both sides of the railway, it is mainly built in the Eighties and Nineties of the last century. The brick-concrete structure is much better than the bungalow in front of the old village.

The building is of the third class, which is built behind the North school after the new century. All of them are small second floors.

At that time, the educated youth old homes were in front of the old village and later changed to small schools. Under the shade of big trees, it was not easy to find.

How can the educated youth recognize the scene of that year? Lao Gen thought of the slogan.

On the walls of houses of different levels, different slogans are written, showing different ages.

The slogan on the wall of the old educated youth courtyard is: The countryside is a vast world where there can be great achievements.

There are also many slogans: Prepare for War and prepare for the people. Learn from dazhai in agriculture. Realize four modernizations. Good family planning, late marriage and late childbirth, good birth and good birth. Build a socialist market economy. Build a new socialist countryside. Scientific development, ban on burning orange rod. Never forget your original intention and keep your mission in mind.

Lao Tian said: OK.

Lao Gen said: I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Many of our slogans had been erased at that time.

Lao Tian said: Yes. For example, don’t forget class struggle, large militia divisions, high walls, extensive grain accumulation, no hegemony, blocking the capitalist road, stepping on socialism and so on.

Lao Gen asked: was the slogan of that year gone?

Lao Tian said: basically not anymore. Did you look at the picture?

Lao Gen said: you take a lot of photos. For more information, see.

Lao Tian said: What is the current evaluation of that year?

Lao Gen said: it will not change. It is a tragedy for a generation of young people to delay like this.

Lao Tian said: I remember a saying that this is a kind of love for us. There are not so many job opportunities in the city. If there is no job, you will learn bad. It is better to exercise in the countryside for a few years first. Why was Social Security bad in the 1980 s and 1990 s? There are too many young people without jobs.

Lao Gen said: Yes, it was severely beaten in the 1980 s and 1990 s.

Lao Tian said: in fact, now it seems that it is not worth anything. It is just that men and women gather together and run around with no purpose. They are fighting and being regarded as hooligans. Now, isn’t it just playing and singing together? At most, the style is not good.

Lao Gen said: There are also many thieves. After the 1990 s, they developed to block the road and Rob. If they don’t fight hard, they won’t work.

Lao Tian said: that is to say, if we didn’t go up the mountain to the countryside, we would do the same?

Lao Gen said: Hit the teacher, hit the school, break the old, and connect……

Lao Tian said: We didn’t do this for these late sessions.

Lao Gen said: but I can’t learn.

Lao Tian said: after entering the new century, young people without jobs are much more honest.

Lao Gen said: they all went to the internet cafe to play.

Lao Tian said: Now it is in the mobile phone.

Lao Gen said: Now it is adopted to expand enrollment. This method is good.

Lao Tian said: why didn’t you adopt it that year?

Lao Gen said: As I said just now, the school made the students smash it.

Lao Tian said: It’s really self-evil.

Lao Gen said: The more knowledge, the more reactionary it is.

Lao Tian said: What the old people mean is that if the idea is incorrect, the more knowledge, the more reactionary; If the idea is correct, the more knowledge, the more revolutionary. As a result, others were peeled off, leaving only “The more knowledge, the more reactionary”.

Lao Gen said: Yes, slogans are easy to be one-sided. There are also revolutions and promotion of production. As a result, only Revolution is mentioned, production is not mentioned, and even opposition is made. If revolution is needed, it is necessary to oppose production.

Lao Tian said: It was originally said that he would take root in the countryside for a lifetime. Later, he left in two or three years and became a springboard for work. If he did not go to the countryside, he would not arrange work.

Lao Gen said: now it seems that it is better to use it in school.

Lao Tian said: school cost?

Lao Gen said: almost the same. As you know, the first year was to go to the countryside with subsidies. There seemed to be some in the second year, but not in the third year. However, most of them left after staying for one or two years.

Lao Tian said: that was later. The earlier he went up the mountain, the longer he stayed.

Lao Gen said: Yes. Also, the bigger the city, the farther the place to go.

Lao Gen said: When that era is over, let’s not get too tangled……

Lao Tian said: Yes. In fact, we are not familiar with the countryside as our old predecessors. The educated youth of the previous years lived in the old and educated youth yard, and later went to the mountain. They had pie meals and scattered them to various production teams to farm, but we didn’t.

Lao Gen said: there are too many contradictions, so we have to move to the mountain.

Lao Tian said: many rural areas are like this. If conditions permit, they are all built with educated youth homes quite far away from the village. There are several educated youth homes on the Hill of Nangang. We said it was going to the countryside, which was actually very isolated from the peasants at that time. But I know how bitter it is to grow crops.

Lao Gen said: there is no way. People have different lives. We almost included the opportunity to join the army, recruit workers, and be recommended to go to school, and recruit young people in the village to hate.

Lao Gen said: Fate is unfair to us.

Lao Tian said: Is it fair to rural people?

Lao Gen said: rural youth are more bitter.

Lao Tian said: Many people still hold resentment because of the past.

Lao Gen said: put it down.

Lao Tian said: some people can’t let it go until now. Educated youth literature.

Lao Gen said: There are all kinds of mentality in educated youth literature.

Lao Tian said: There are many complaints.

Lao Gen said: it should be understood. After all, we have a certain sense of superiority in our hearts.

Lao Tian said: it is impossible to elaborate.

Lao Gen said: You still have to say it. You can’t forget the past. Just don’t get too deep, do you want to look forward.

Lao Tian said: Yes.

Lao Gen asked: How did you feel when you went back to the village to have a look?

Lao Tian said: mixed feelings.

Lao Gen asked: is the old slogan still there?

Lao Tian said: there are still some.

Lao Gen said: The old slogan is on both sides of the main road of the old village, from the three milk temple to the road on the waste bank.

Lao Tian said: Yes.

Lao Gen said: find one of the most representative in it.

Lao Tian said: I think “promising” is the most representative.

Lao Gen said: remember to go down the mountain from the educated youth courtyard, you can see a slogan when you cross the river and enter the village.

Lao Tian said: What team of cattle compound, later worked as a wooden factory, what came the slogan on the wall?

Lao Gen said: Come to think of it, the way out of agriculture lies in mechanization.

Lao Tian said: Yes, yes, people of any age have ideas about this.

Lao Gen said: OK, I believe many educated people will have feelings after reading it.

Lao Tian said: Yes, we wanted to farm mechanization at that time, and farming was really too tiring……

Lao Gen said: People have long hoped that this is the case. The wood is……

Lao Tian said: Also, water conservancy is the lifeblood of agriculture.

Lao Gen said: We have worked hard on water conservancy.

Lao Tian said: we need to build small hydropower stations.

Lao Gen said: this has already existed and has not been completed.

Lao Tian said: is it a reservoir in the west of the village?

Lao Gen said: Yes, there is only a long Dyke left now.

Lao Tian said: are we not involved?

Lao Gen said: No. Built in the 1950 s.

Lao Tian said: I remember. I heard that it was repaired in the county, but later the county did not care.

Lao Gen said: railway police, each tube section. Our commune is located in the city, of course the county doesn’t care.

Lao Tian said: The county thinks very high. The water in this reservoir is linked with the next reservoir, pumping water into the canal to irrigate crops. The Canal goes half of the county, it has already been abandoned.

Lao Gen said: later, the county built a reservoir in the back, but the canal was still useless.

Lao Tian said: there is no water.

Lao Gen said: I heard that there was a big flood one year and the levee on the other side was blown up, so the dam was saved.

Lao Tian said: in fact, it is to let the water go along the original river, but this river has almost been abandoned. This also tells us that waste rivers cannot be filled casually. Speaking of it, the old village in Shilin BLACK TOWER village will become an island in the river.

Lao Gen said: really? At ordinary times, we only see the Jihe River flowing in the south of the village, and sometimes it is cut off.

Lao Tian said: Really. Later, it seemed that there was another flood in July or May, and the village once became an island. At ordinary times, there is no water in Jihe River. First, the water vein is cut off by the coal mine, and second, a reservoir is built on it.

Lao Gen said: If the hydropower station runs well, we wouldn’t call at midnight every day.

Lao Tian said: Tell you the reason why the power station is not good. The lack of water in the reservoir is one reason, and the other reason is that the BLACK TOWER in the village was dismantled as the material for building the hydropower station.

Lao Gen said: Ah, is there such a saying?

Lao Tian said: Believe it or not, the tower has long been broken anyway.

Lao Gen said: BLACK TOWER has been repaired again?

Lao Tian said: it has been repaired.

Lao Gen asked: how is it?

Lao Tian said: Elders people said that was the case.

Lao Tian said: when we all left, the village had been mechanized to a considerable extent. The brigade had creeper tractor, the team had hands and small four-wheel tractor, and our youth team also had tractors. Some teams also have harvesters, which can only be cut, which cannot be compared with now, and some teams also have sideline groups.

Lao Gen said: with tractors, people are more reluctant to work hard on the land.

Lao Tian said: young people are like this. They don’t like it because they take their seats and drive cattle to work in the fields. Not everyone can do it.

Lao Gen said: Yes, there are also landlords who drive the carriage. Advanced things appear, and some people are happy and some worry.

Lao Tian said: but those who drive tractors are definitely not qualified.

Lao Gen said: if it is not dissolved, it may become the second Huaxi village and Nanjie village……

Lao Tian said: Now many people talk about these two villages, and collectivization is also promising. If it is not dissolved, there should be many villages like them……

Lao Gen said: this is a special case. There is no universality. To say, if there is no market economy, they will not be like that.

Lao Tian said: the leadership team is tough and insists on making no distinction. The key is to get the collective economy together.

Lao Gen said: After the woodworking group was set up in the Animal Farm, the production in the team went up. Some people were jealous and edited children’s songs, singing them to follow the capitalist road and cutting their tails.

Lao Tian said: I remember, “the five teams take scissors, waiting to cut the tail of the six teams.”

Lao Gen said: you have a good memory.

Lao Tian said: this thinking is terrible. In the words of the Internet, think carefully.

Lao Gen said: this will not happen in the future. Unfortunately, the woodworking team was disbanded.

Lao Tian said: the equipment of the wood team has been divided. People in the wood industry team also hope to be divided into Tian. Everyone’s mentality will be divided into everything.

Lao Gen said: Some tractors almost split eight pieces. Do you think it is valuable to split them? It can only be a pile of scrap iron. Speaking of it, the village didn’t divide the land until the end of 82 years, and many surrounding villages had already divided the land for two or three years.

Lao Tian said: The slogan on the wall has been on the wall for many years.

Lao Gen said: Mechanization also means a lot. For example, the land is still concentrated in the end, and now it depends on the spread and concentration.

Lao Tian said: To be honest, I really want to plant some food and vegetables buns, raise some small poultry, raise some small machinery, and live a pastoral life.

Lao Gen said: I have thought about it like this. Watching a small video, someone wrapped up barren hills and used bulldozers to build terraces. The scale can go up……

Lao Tian said: We don’t have that condition here. There are many people and few places, so we can only work hard in small areas.

Lao Gen said: people are on the Loess Plateau. In the past words, they built Dazhai fields.

Lao Tian said: building reservoirs, power stations and Dazhai fields mainly focus on class struggle, which was the main theme of our time.

Lao Gen said: We were self-reliant at that time, building schools, running water conservancy, building roads……, They all come by themselves, and now they all rely on state subsidies.

Lao Tian said: now there are also those who go up to the mountain and go to the countryside. The new one is volunteers, and the second is that many departments in the town send people to the village to be secretaries.

Lao Gen said: how many volunteers are descendants of educated youth?

Lao Tian said: there should be descendants of educated youth. Going to the countryside can exercise people best.

Lao Gen said: it is good to go to the countryside with resources.

Lao Gen said: therefore, people from strong departments go to the countryside to help them easily make achievements.

Lao Tian said: It is also very important to do ideological work. Do a good job of changing customs and making people spend money on production.

Lao Gen asked: is Nangang reservoir still there?

Lao Tian said: still there. We have participated in the construction of this reservoir, and we also imagined to build small hydropower stations.

Lao Gen said: Yes, when we go to the countryside, we will have enough suffering from the lack of electricity. As long as the reservoir is built in the village, we always want to continue to build small hydropower.

Lao Tian said: Unfortunately, Nangang reservoir can’t have hydropower at all.

Lao Gen said: After you entered the city, you also dug coal. Do you want to dig too much coal and generate more electricity to solve the problem of electricity consumption of rural fathers?

Lao Tian said: Is this still useful?

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and youth without any regrets more.

Lao Tian said: Zhong. I didn’t say it last time. Pockets circle, I still recall my dream of youth.

The Ji he Chronicle series are all original

July 3, 2021

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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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

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…

Snow? Cloud? Willow? Flower

I’m a little confused.

I am very worried about my own state. The car is running on the highway, and I am not very concentrated. It is only more than two hours’ journey to send my son back to school. I am is really old!

Finally, I got off the highway and stopped the car. I stood by the river and looked at the pressure that made me trance in the car just now.

In the distance, TTL stood there with majesty, staring at the world, steeper and cooler than before. It was pulled up from the ground and straight into the sky, as if to engrave the cold of the world in everyone’s heart forever, it seems to push the Earth deep into the abyss.

The pale snow was piled up along each big and small ravine conspicuously, as if it were a thrilling magic symbol hanging in the corner, while the ridge was gray and bones. I know there are dense forests, but they are all imprisoned in the freezing cold. They know that spring has come, but countless stubbornness and hope can only yield and endure.

Clouds, gray and white clouds, spread around the mountain tightly and without wind. It was the suffocating flame of the Devil, which was so quiet that it was desperate. They are also woven into wide and large crowns and piled up into Nu tao. It seems that they are going to jump down and devour the whole world. They are so ferocious that people shudder.

I can’t help thinking of the cloud last night, the night of Lantern Festival. Clouds in the night, contrast the strong large pieces of dim gray and gray, quietly spreading the cold. My children and I walked in the night. Without a trace of moonlight, it was imprisoned in the bottomless black prison without a trace of strength to break free. Without the bright lights of the Lantern Festival and the loud noise, the whole world fell into the abyss.

They imprisoned the moon, the Sun and the whole world.

You lie there and look at the TTL, you must be disturbed, and the cold wind blows. Your name on the tombstone is a scar deeply engraved in my heart.

The wind was so strong that it hurried past me. I felt the gray hair power that it kept shaking my head. However, strangely, it did not shake the branches without leaves, as if it had its goal. It would go to the majestic TTL and worship in the cold Palace. There were only dozens of dead leaves from nowhere, flying in the high air. At first, I thought it was a group of black birds that could not find home. There was also wind last night. Many Kongming lantern swung in panic in the night sky, and some fell into the river before flying.

The baby asked me, “Will those people be sad if they haven’t been promoted to Kongming Lantern?”

“Of course!” I looked at him in the dark night with tears in my eyes.

However, suddenly, I saw the slope on the other side of the river, as if I had removed the ubiquitous chaotic wall in an instant.

A kind of tender and tender warmth is presented in front of my eyes. The yellow willows dotted around the slope of the plateau harmoniously are like a small group of dreamy fog, fresh like fairy tales. They are little girls who can’t wait to go to the fields in spring one by one. A piece of apricot forest is a light pink light yarn. The grass color looks close but there is nothing. I believe the apricot flower is also. If you approach them, it must be just buds that are not blooming one by one, just like the curious eyes of a little girl. Maybe there are no buzzing bees among the flowers, only the indescribable smell of spring, which is the smell of fragrant soil and the smell of grass that has just emerged, it is the taste of unblooming small flowers with sweet frankincense. There are also plants of white poplar, which is just like a bath, clean as jade, and you can even feel their rubbing upward voice from a distance. Those dark pines and cypress are also relaxed, reflecting the tender spring.

I think of the tender Willow on the street. My baby picked up a new bud and looked like gambol. Thinking of the white magnolia in the front yard, it bloomed several days ago. My baby would call me and his brother to watch it on the floating window every day. Thinking of the cherry blossoms in the small woods in the yard, there were just some flower bud. My Baby came back every day to go around to it and take a deep breath.

He is naive, such as goose yellow tender willows, such as buds with buds. I dare not become cold snow, dense gloom.

Spring always comes, although in a flash, the other side of the River sank in the ubiquitous chaos. However, Willow is there, flowers are there, and Poplar is also there.

I strode through the whole dress, facing the wind, although there were tears in my eyes.

February 27, 2021

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 like the sunset of Xiaguang wanrui, and I prefer you sitting side by side with me in the sunset. The light of Ming and Ming extinction reflects on your face, flickering and dark, and puts me in a dream.

Running water rippling, spring is waning, fog and steam hazy. Hanging over my heart, the lingering is your shadow. There is no head to continue, but there is nothing to avoid. You always break into that door with a smile, ignorant, but full of joy. For your clear eyes, you can’t pretend to be calm and can’t hold down your heart.

You are the sincere Buddha in front of the Buddha Gate. You are sacred and dare not profane. The girl passing by feels scared at a glance. In the bottom of my heart, there is something urging me to turn around and leave your figure in my memory, greedy and lingering. You are the proud green lotus in Nantang, in the mud, but Bai Jie is flawless. At the bottom of the pool in Nantang, there are small small fish. The tail fish, born in mud and long in mud, is all dark. How dare you be close to the Green Lotus. It is only wander between lotus leaves, close far under the cover of Qing, secretly greedy for that a faint scent. You are the dream of western continent, the South Wind is warm, and the boat slowly streaks traces on the water surface. The sound of water is exquisite, but oars can never figure out the boundary of the dream. It will only be on the endless blue wave, traveling all the way west, confused and resolute.

There is wind, blowing through the sparkling waves, pulling up the light swaying of the Lotus, passing through the fansong of the Buddhist Hall, stirring my broken hair. Suddenly, he returned to the dim sky under the sunset. Accustomed to the shadow of solitude, I suddenly felt a touch of loneliness. Unobtrusive, but the silk is in the bone.

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…

Summer 2012.

Zhide, who will leave for England for preparatory study tomorrow, still practices violin before dinner as usual.

I have already started. Don’t be too serious…..

He casually pulled up the song “those years” that was just popular a year ago “.

After practice, Zhide, who walked out of the room, saw this face.

Pale, mournful; But still stubborn face.

It is a cold pride that fate can be unfair but cannot make me yield.

Xiuhui told Zhide’s father,

He came to see him without telling her father, hoping that the payment could be postponed again;

The business at home has just been cheated by a large amount…..

Zhide’s father, who has always been tolerant, not only agreed, but also persuaded each other.

When Xiuhui left, Zhide suddenly felt moved by Zhang Yong’s face facing reality;

He stepped forward and stuffed the gold coins his mother gave him for his birthday into her hand.

Zhide is still a student, which is already the most valuable around him…..

Xiuhui, who just entered the University, looked at the gold coin in his hand and was at a loss for a while.

Zhide put her hands together and ran away.

* * * * * * * *

Zhide, who completed two years of preparatory courses in Britain, entered the medical course of Queen Mary College, University of London.

The five-year university was successfully completed.

But on the eve of the last key exam, Zhide was admitted to hospital due to enteritis.

It’s just a minor operation.

However, Zhide, who was discharged from hospital, had to look at other students for internship in a depressed way,

I have to wait for another exam.

* * * * * * * *

During the Christmas holiday, Zhide accompanied his parents to participate in the cruise held by the Chamber of Commerce.

The ship stopped in Barcelona, Spain.

The sunset gradually fell.

The sky is bright and bright in red…..

Zhi De couldn’t help holding the violin angrily,

It was the “those years” that pulled out the grievance of this year in the sound of the piano “.

A figure stopped in front of him.

After playing a song,

Zhide looked at the people who had not left before with a little embarrassment.

“You are Zhi De.”

She smiled at this.

“I have been looking for you for a long time.”

Zhide accident. Is she looking for herself?

“I want to reward your performance. Unfortunately, there is no change.”

She took the first step, opened her wallet and took out a gold coin carefully.

Xiuhui orbital fever,

She opened Zhide’s hand and put the gold coin in his hand,

Then slowly put his hands together.

“This gold coin, plus your heart, accompanied me through the days that I thought it was quite a day… thank you.”

In the Sunset, Zhide spread a bright smile that was not suitable.

Fortunately, this arrogant performance made her find herself.

It was still the face that made him move.

“I am old enough.”

The boy who gave her gold coins suddenly became brave.

This unexpected encounter;

She couldn’t help twisting his face: “You can apply to be my boyfriend.”

Heart Sun Enli. Osamu . petit story C120

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…

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

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…

The cut of time

It was still the hoarse and choked cry of two cuckoo birds.

From the same direction a month ago.

There were only two voices, and then everything fell silent.

My steps should be inaudible. I know that although my heart is heavy and my body is staggering, I didn’t hear my steps gently, on this barren mountain and Ridge, the wind blew gently.

But does it know I’m coming? I felt the cold feeling of my tears or the warm heart brought by me.

I know. It turns out that you are not so lonely. At these times, it will accompany you to cry blood.

There must be birds with you. In the thick sad Ashes in front of the grave, in the round shallow pit, there is a feather, small, gray and white feather.

I don’t know if it is flying in my sad sky, I don’t know if it is singing at my window.

Today, the pile of paper money has burned to ashes, which is still the appearance of gray roses in heaven. The residual temperature, birds, please come and spend more time with my dear wife.

The elm in front of your grave seems to grow taller. Although it shows a gaunt appearance, it still grows taller. Autumn is coming, they can block some cold wind for you, but you still can’t see the TTL far away. I often stare at the TTL.

However, the years have cut the incisions, and under the suffocating green wall that you have nowhere to escape, there are small triangular incisions.

I know that the weeds withered and curled up. You can take a breath and stare at the distance.

I know, it’s just like my previous false ambition to advance. The entertainment that I can’t seem to push off before will wither inadvertently with your departure. Only those memories rooted deep and those deeply buried warmth are left.

The scattered weeds around you are yellow, some once spread on the ground recklessly, some once stretched to the sky in a hurry, and now they twitch or cry silently.

I ramble about the children’s study and life, which you rambled to me after dinner, but I know that you want to hear most now, they are your heart meat, without the warmth of your wings, how can you rest assured?

The sky is gray and expressionless. It is no different from me walking alone on the street, leaving the crowd alone and looking up at the full moon, which is no different from these many times.

Suddenly I remembered that when I was reading a book, I suddenly found a drop of tears in the book, crystal and helpless tears, which were the blood flowing from the incision of time. I raised my head, wiped my eyes and closed the book, at a loss.

September 14, 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…

Cheng Zhangong

The clock on the editorial Wall points to 10:30. I estimate that the mail in the morning has been retrieved from the newspaper office at this time. I didn’t know whether to send a manuscript written by an author. I walked into the reference room from the third floor to the fourth floor and looked for it in a pile of letters on the table. The draft of the appointment has not yet arrived. I saw a large white envelope written to me with a line of bold characters “tongguirong’s funeral office” printed on the front and bottom of it. I was shocked and my eyes were wet. I didn’t have to open the letter to know, the old revolutionary predecessors I respected and Mrs. Liu Zhidan, whom I interviewed and visited many times, passed away with GUI Rong. I was very sad and returned to the editorial office with this letter in a heavy mood. I sat at my desk to open the letter and took out a page of printed Obituary from The Envelope. I noticed that, the obituary said that the farewell ceremony to the old remains was scheduled to be held in Xi’an at 9 am on May 18, 1999. I sat at my desk for a while speechless. The death of Liu Zhidan, which embodies many noble qualities, is unacceptable. When I saw her last year, her body and spirit were not bad. I also said to her, I wish the old man a hundred years old.

The newspaper published on May 19 was signed and printed on 18th. The editorial task of this newspaper supplement asked me to finish, but I couldn’t leave. However, how I want to see the same old again. I looked carefully, and the calligraphy on the envelope that sent me the obituary was written with the old daughter Liu Lizhen. Therefore, I drafted a letter of “electric power” for Liu Lizhen and his wife Zhang Guang, and immediately rushed to the Telecommunications Bureau with “electric power. After sending the “electricity”, I contacted Li Junyan, the daughter of General Li Shiran in Xi’an, and asked her to present a flower basket or wreath for me. She was familiar with her hometown.

Tonglao went with General Liu Zhidan, but her high wind and bright day remained in the world forever. The scenes I interviewed and visited her and the old man’s voice, face and smile kept appearing in front of me.

In the autumn of 1981, on a sunny afternoon, I visited Tonglao for the first time in a small courtyard in xi’anxiang. The old man was immersed in memories of the past and told me that many Liu Zhidan was loyal to the party and loved the people, the story of creating Shanxi-Gansu revolutionary base area selfless, fearless and bloody battle. What excited me was that later, I wrote “the tradition of revolution will never be lost-visiting General Liu Zhidan’s wife and GUI Rong”, on September 7 of the same year, the full text of the news and comprehensive program of the Central People’s Broadcasting Station was broadcast. In order to match this manuscript, it also played the folk song of northern Shaanxi, which was widely influenced by Liu Zhidan. So far, I still keep the tapes of this program. After that, I passed by Xi’an and went to visit Tonglao as long as time allowed.

He was born in Wu Qi in northern Shaanxi in 1905. he joined the Red Army in 1934and joined the Communist Party of China in 1938. She followed Liu Zhidan to live and die for the establishment of Shanxi-Gansu revolutionary base area, and went through hardships and hardships, especially making important contributions to the development of the Red Army’s logistics work. After Zhidan died, she not only prepared hardships for raising their only daughter, but also inherited the legacy of the general and continued to work hard for the revolutionary cause of the Chinese people. And raised many old gay children, such as Li Tieying, who was a child, who had received the same care as his mother. Not long ago, Li Tieying also went to Xi’an to visit the “mother Liu” of that year. Chairman Mao spoke highly of Liu Zhidan, calling him “a leader of the masses and a national hero” and honored him as “sister-in-law Liu”. After liberation, he also invited the old and his daughter to watch a play in Huairen Hall with him and other Central leading comrades. At that time, during the security period of the central authority in Hongdu, he was a neighbor with Lao and Chairman Mao, and Li Min, the daughter of Chairman Mao, also delivered the baby with Lao. Sometimes Chairman Mao and He Zizhen quarreled, and the quarrel was very fierce. No one could persuade him, and he went to persuade him and immediately took effect. Like Liu Zhidan, she was filled with ordinary people in her chest. She was very concerned about the sufferings of the masses and established a deep friendship like fish and water with them. After liberation, working with women and children for a long time made generations of revolutionary successors bathe in her great maternal love. She gave generously and spared no effort to change the face of the old revolutionary base. Nearly 80 years old, she took a car for thousands of miles to see the revolutionary base area of that year. Seeing that the life of the people in the old district was much better than that in the past, she said happily: “Revolution is to do good things for the common people!” She once served as a representative of the National People’s Congress and a member of the National Committee of the Chinese People’s Political Consultative Conference, and made outstanding contributions to the socialist revolution and construction.

With the old daughter Liu Lizhen (former deputy director of the Standing Committee of Shaanxi Provincial People’s Congress) and son-in-law Zhang Guang (former chief editor of Shaanxi Daily and former chairman of Shaanxi Journalists Association), he was very filial to the old, the old man enjoyed the happiness of family life, which was comforting.

On May 18, the farewell ceremony to the old remains was held in Xi’an. Jiang Zemin, Li Peng, Zhu Rongji, Li Ruihuan, Hu Jintao, Li Tieying and other leading comrades of the party and the state sent wreaths. The Secretary of Shaanxi provincial Party committee, governor and more than 600 people from all walks of life attended the farewell ceremony, the party and the people deeply miss the same old age. Although the old man went with the general, she high moral character live in the world forever, and she lives in our hearts forever.

Original Yellow River News, June 2, 1999

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…

When sorting things out a few days ago, I accidentally found a graduation photo of primary school. The photo is slightly yellow, and the corners are wrinkled. Once, I thought photos were the best way to record the flow of time. Only at this moment did I realize that they were so thin that I looked at the beauty shown on the green cheeks in the photos, I think of the year when our flowers bloom.

In the year of blooming flowers, we first saw it in September. Shyly, we sat quietly in the classroom with brand-new schoolbags on our backs, welcoming the first lesson in our primary school career. A pair of eyes with thirst for knowledge stared at the books tightly; A burst of neat and loud reading sounds with some milk echoed in the campus. When flowers bloomed that year, we began to know each other.

In the year of blooming flowers, parting was in June. We ran on the campus with a brand-new Graduation Album, looking for good friends in the primary school career and a touching message, A hug full of unwillingness, we gathered under the old pine tree in the campus and took pictures of the graduation photo in the primary school trip. The little boy standing next to me, do you remember the red tip of my nose when playing sandbags game? The deskmate sitting next to me, do you remember the “38” line we carved together on the desk? Does the girl who loves “crying” still remember the “tianniu” in her schoolbag “. In those years, we laughed and laughed together in the classroom; In those years, we were scolded and punished together in the corridor; In those years, we sang and sang together in the campus; In those years, we ran together on the playground. When flowers bloomed that year, we graduated together, but in the photo, a pure and innocent one of you, where are you drifting now……

In the year of blooming flowers, twelve years later, we who had already worked rushed to the meeting place because of a “thought. When we saw each other again, we were no longer young, but the 12-year separation and Rush did not make us isolated and restrained. At the moment when we clasped our hands, in a simple greeting, in a heartfelt smile, we felt that the familiar smell came back. We went back 12 years ago and 12 years ago to the fragrant time, we took another photo taken 12 years later with a smile. The flowers bloomed that year and we were reunited.

In the year when the flowers bloom, thank you. I hope the flowers bloom as usual and we can look up and smile together.

Author: Cheng Jiaping

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 like quiet, not very lively, more and more nostalgic, the child called me grandpa, is this the rhythm of aging?

I don’t want to think about it or ask about it, but I have to face it.

White hair also came secretly like age. When one was discovered, one was secretly removed. When two were discovered, one pair was helplessly removed. Slowly, the more white hair accumulates, the more it can’t be dialed, I will say let it go!

To be honest, I really don’t want to grow old so quickly, nor do I want to grow old like this. I can’t give up those beautiful years or the little things in the past…… I feel that I can do something, but I always stay where I am and do nothing.

The division and division of friendship, the division and division of family affection, the repetition of love, see more, gradually no longer feel anything.

Those classmates and colleagues who came and went were scattered as they walked, and secretly became passers-by in my life.

The relative who once thought he would accompany him all his life suddenly found him missing one day of a certain year.

Like the Sun at five or six o’clock in the afternoon, although it is still warm, it is somewhat powerless.

Therefore, I seem to understand the trajectory of my own destiny, not complaining; Knowing the positioning of my life, not taking others; Knowing my unfinished responsibility, not slack off.

The woman meet yourself appreciated was not like a young bee, buzzing and creating joy. At most: walking beside her, walking like a breeze, nodding and laughing occasionally, even greeting can be omitted.

It won’t be true for some things, especially for those close to you, you can be tolerant and tolerant.

I’m getting used to things I don’t like. I don’t know whether this habit is good or bad?

I am not so angry. When I encounter injustice, I will tell myself that the society is like this and seems to have seen the red dust.

Never dare to quarrel and be angry for too long. First bow your head, then apologize, and then laugh hehe.

People were praised and admired before, and they could not return a turnover basket of praise with gratitude and courtesy. People were slandered behind them, and they would not use long guns, short guns and human theories.

Meet those people sitting on the stage, just shut up and let the energetic people bomb it.

If you meet the weak, you will still feel distressed, or help without complaining about social injustice.

No matter how many grievances you have in your heart, you will not talk casually; No matter how deep the scars you have on your body, you will not easily show them; Although you are very tired and bitter, even physically and mentally exhausted, you still smile and still do not change your face.

Stop complaining when you are upset, and watch and listen quietly.

Immersed in some virtual stories, I put some practical things I experienced, saw and heard into words in my own world, my own space, the wonderful things you want are built in your own thinking.

The diseases of some old people came uninvited, which made me have to speed up the pace of exercise.

We study health care and health care every day. Losing weight is an eternal topic and action.

Gradually, I hate wine bureau and KTV, like to be close to nature, and like a simple and healthy lifestyle.

I can’t remember every day and every place I have passed, although I tried my best to think about it until my head hurts! Finally decided to give up and vowed not to think about it any more.

Once he was willing to sacrifice his body for wealth, power and status, now he can leave everything for life.

It seems that everything is very light, and we will not care about all kinds of things any more. I occasionally suffer losses, and I don’t want to find someone to theory.

Dating friends and classmates to drink tea and chat, usually only about one or two people, a trickle of streams to kill time. Three or five people, twittering, feel that they can’t bear it.

The gathering of students in various forms and sizes is in full swing, although the traces of youth can be found when they get together. However, even the “goddess” who tried to retain youth with money had to admit that he was just a “senior beauty”.

On many occasions, the language in the mouth is counted just like the gold coins in the small box. They only smile and listen to gossip and no longer participate in opinions.

If you are thinking about WeChat friends, you will be less and less. Most of the time, I just dive, occasionally look at it, don’t talk, and even give praise.

Gradually understand and be close to his wife.

At home, he was obedient to his wife and went out to the society.

There is no longer expectation for fantasy, but talking and doing things are becoming more and more childish.

Go out and look back: pick up the key and touch the pocket, walk into the kitchen and look at the gas, and look back when you walk out of the house.

I have asked myself countless times why I live? Now, I am too lazy to think about the meaning of living. Anyway, I just don’t want to die.

I know, I am secretly getting old……

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…

My old house is a five-room thatched house next to the Lotus Pond River. It has a civil structure and faces west to east. The thick and solid wooden door, the simple and elegant windows, the carving of the wooden structure and the overall layout are all telling the master’s former style, extravagance and magnanimity.

There is a big vegetable garden in front of the door, with several green spinach, chili, Chrysanthemum coronarium…… Just like the grass garden described by Mr. Lu Xun, every summer, the oil spoon sings here and crickets play the piano here.

Later, as the brothers built up their families one after another, they lived in new houses. The old house has also been continuously split, and it is getting smaller and smaller and more crude, gradually losing its classical and atmosphere.

When the fourth brother separated from the fifth brother, they simply removed the old house completely.

Later, the fourth brother transformed the ruins of the old house into a vegetable garden. Although the fourth brother managed his vegetable garden to enjoy it, I didn’t like it. How did he know that without the old house, my soul could only travel to the end of the world.

As I get older, my old house complex becomes stronger and stronger.

On last April, I went back to my hometown to visit my parents. I stayed silently on the ruins of the old house for a while. The remaining bricks, stones and porcelain seemed to touch casually, and there would be a vivid past resurrection in an instant. Every step, it seems that you can bend down to pick up a childhood memory……

The old house is a masterpiece of father’s exhausted efforts. When I was a child, I often heard from my father that he shoveled the soil alone in the severe winter where the North Wind was roaring, or drove the wood a sky full of stars above his head until the hot heat of the red sun was scorching. Like a swallow, after several twists and turns, he finally built up his own nest. At that time, whenever relatives and friends came to the door, father always patted the doors and windows with joy, or pointed to the house on the House, Zhongliang, praising him for the new style of the house, with a proud face, it seemed that his old man was a hero who changed places.

Father can indeed be regarded as a hero, when people you add up those memory fragments more than ten years ago in a word. I seemed to see my father, carrying huge green slabstone, staggering on the country road. His back was covered by Slate. From the back, I could only see the slate moving, every step my father took was very difficult. The thick slate bent my father’s back. I gently stroked the slate left on the ruins, which was still warm and warm, as if my father’s body temperature was still there.

Suddenly, a leaf fell on my skirt. I suddenly shuddered and remembered a past more than 50 years ago. That morning, my father went to the attic of the old house to pick up something. He just climbed up and a piece of wood fell down. It happened to fall on the head of the third sister. He only heard a scream of “Ah Yo, blood came out of the third sister’s fingers. Father heard his daughter’s cry and knew that he had made unforgivable mistakes carelessly. He almost jumped down from the attic three or four meters high, holding his daughter, with tears in his eyes, he kept blaming himself: “I am damned! I’m going to die……” The scene, the atmosphere, the world, the crying spirit, at that moment, I felt that the energy generated by his affection was flowing through my body continuously, and his action of jumping down from the attic regardless of life and death became the most magnificent image he had left in my heart.

It was also in such an evening that the sun gradually sank to the West. Under the eaves, there was a call from my mother to urge me to go home. I, as well as chickens, ducks and cows, headed in the same direction-the old house with smoke curling up, broke the sun all the way. I couldn’t help raising my eyes and looking at it. The smoke on the roof seemed to be still there, and the fragrance of firewood Rice seemed to be still there, floating and falling on the tip of my nose, the familiar taste came to me through the vicissitudes of time. At this moment, I really want to fly into the house as I was when I was a child. I hurriedly picked up a fragrant rice crust and put it into my mouth. I hugged my mother and shouted “Mom, I’m back!”

Crescent in the sky, thin. Maybe it has been separated from me for too long. It has already been a little raw for me. I just showed half a face, turned around and hid in the thin clouds. It suddenly occurred to me that the moon in the old house seemed not like this when I was a child. At that time, it followed me wherever I went. On summer night, my mother put me to bed by the pond, and it also quietly followed up from the window to caress my face, soft and quiet, Misty and affectionate. I still remember that my mother had been sitting on the edge of the bed, singing nursery rhymes while playing a fan for me: “moon cake, dog bite, bite Hi……” I fell asleep in a daze, and my mother’s singing continued, like a gentle bright moon, falling on my pillow and in my dream.

In the south of the old house, a row of bitter trees originally grew. When the third elder brother built the house, the materials used in the new House were young because there were not much wood to split, so the workers did not dare to go to the house, and the fourth elder brother who was responsible for separating the house was at a loss. Later, he took the big knife and led the fifth brother to the old house. He said to the fifth brother, “as long as you can use it, choose the big one!” They cut down this row of bitter trees that should belong to them and built houses for the third elder brother. The fourth elder brother shed tears while cutting down. At that moment, a kind of long-lost trembling surged all over his body, let me understand that blood is thicker than water and brotherhood. More than forty years later, the rotting head of the bitter tree still could not wipe away the traces, and still waited quietly on the ruins of the old house. I took up a handful of root mud, looked up and looked away, and saw the lonely grave where the fifth brother was resting in peace. At that moment, my brother’s love and old house suddenly forced me, which seemed so powerful and moved. The two lines of tears could not stop coming out of my eyes. The constant affection made me kneel down at the grave of my fifth brother: “My fifth brother, my ninth brother, look at you!”

I don’t know how many times I can come back in the process of my life, but I know that my “home” has been buried with one of them in the collapse of the old house. My parents and the old house entered the space-time tunnel of history one after another, and they gradually drifted away from me……

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…

Love is the harbor of the soul, the conversion of the soul

Emotion is a tree, which needs our care and irrigation. What are we pursuing? Is pursuing a true heart. In this world, money cannot buy some things. A true heart between people can’t be bought. A person who is poor pursues in his whole life is to pursue a heart. When we meet a person who treats us sincerely, we must treat him sincerely.

We can buy a house, a villa and win the whole JS, but we can’t buy a bosom friend and a person who really loves us. Therefore, there are many searches and searches for a lifetime.

When the night is quiet, ask your heart where you want to dock.

To be loved and loved, we have a position in our hearts before marriage. Lover, find the goddess and male God in your heart among thousands of people. Desperate Pursuit can give everything for love and love you from generation to generation. The Loved One waits silently, waiting for a person who truly loves himself. When love comes, it will be hospitable. In the long days, the loved one will take out a heart and put it in the fiery chest of the other. What people pursue is this sincerity.

The busyness of life, the noise and turbidity of society. However, we are small leaves, sometimes losing the center of gravity, drifting with the flow, and sometimes being stranded on the shore. In a word, we walk and walk in the vast sea of people, sometimes we lose ourselves, don’t know what we want and pursue, so that we have done something wrong, even I can’t forgive myself.

If you are still young and not married, you can fall in love, talk well and talk selflessly. To find your true son, to find the goddess and male God in your heart. This is the right granted to you by God, and you talk boldly. No one stops it. It is your right to cherish it.

Don’t miss the flower season of life.

When we have been married, that is to say, we have a marriage, then we will restrain a heart like a kite. Because, we have a heart to belong. At this time, we can no longer freely go to the ROYAL WIND as before. Instead, focus on family and social responsibilities.

Married, what else do you think? We have a burden on our shoulders. That is, it is our obligation and duty to manage our family well, live a good life and cultivate our children into adults. Let’s share a part of our heart, turn around and treat our parents well. Because they gave us life and raised us. When we grow up, we should repay our parents.

Parents raise us young, we raise them old.

Life is not only love, but also career. To create your own career, step by step to the glory of life. When we stand to a certain height in life, should we call the wind and rain, willful and frivolous?

People, standing upright, should remember that there are so called, there is nothing to do. When people arrived in their middle and old years, they suddenly felt that their youth was gone, their youth was gone, and they were old. In a sigh, a heart that had been silent for many years began to search again. Because their inner voice said to themselves over and over again, “I can’t live such a plain life. If I live like this, my whole life will be over. Why should I be so plain?” Therefore, there are many journey of searching and searching, and many sad stories are also deduced.

Find love again, a flash of thought. A flash of thought pushed himself into the whirlpool of life. Amazing, regained love. You smiled, and the person behind you cried and cried.

When you are happy and happy, have you ever thought about the people behind you, where should they go?

Ding stands firmly and has three feet support, which is indispensable. Similarly, the family has three feet support, which is indispensable, husband, wife and children. He or she entrusted his or her life to you, from green silk to white hair, how many years of keeping together and giving silently, for what?

Our hard pursuit is not to find the harbor of the soul and convert the soul.

What is love? Moth to flame. For the sake of love, they came from their parents alone, fell in love with you regardless of everything, got married and followed you wholeheartedly. Not just for the sake of having a home of your own, with you around in the days.

No matter the vicissitudes of time or the hardships of life, it is nothing in front of love, because you can bear any hardship.

The road of life, the wind, the rain, we all have to walk well. No matter the flowing water is deep or the peach blossoms are brilliant, those have nothing to do with me. Life has a long way to go, that sentence: live up to the Tathagata, live up to time, live up to ourselves, live up to our previous ardent love, and live up to our day and night. With you, hold your hand and grow old. This is the promise to you when you are young and beautiful, and it is also the promise to wait silently all your life.

Love is not only your youthful and beautiful appearance, but also your gray hair, old face and love: not only do you love your charm when you are young, but also your slightly camel back and nagging.

True love, life, never leave.

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