When high-speed operation of the brain gradually calmed down, too busy to stop and stretch your hands in the pockets of Tanzania, that faint memory as the evening Xia children gradually filled half the sky halo. As time progresses you have too many memories, sedimentation, precipitation, so that you can no longer recall fixed, can not recall. Memories too of trouble, can not but recall, because there are too many memories of moving, even though they made you Liangbinbanbai.
And from out of my gaps, immersed in the things into. I know that even though the actual occurrence to the people who still hope alive I'm alive.
New Year, my father would go to my grandma's graves to see by reading a few words. This flies pragmatic father said. I do not have the father did. Since my grandmother died, I have not been to her tomb father let me go with her, I always shook his head, followed his father to call me when it no longer. I also had my grandmother's graves no go. I miss her Pazai into the whirlpool. Time is like a piece of rubber, you go farther, the portraits on paper gradually blurred. Her voice and facial expression also in my mind faded, and later worked can not remember her appearance and regretting. It often pulls out a thick photo album of this, many photos of her only two, one was her and I Qianfoshan the photo, another is a family portrait. Every time I see these two photos, about her memories of autumn leaves as the general, the wind would blow on the spread of the sky. At this point I can not see the blue, blue sky, I do not know is that leaves, or their real tears covered his eyes.
That day I went into the tomb alone. I can not tell which one is her. Around Xin Fen, a former grave. Old grave cluster with soaring weeds, new grave was bare, the new turn up fresh soil still glowing colors. I finally saw a small corner stone of the name. A raised mound has long been the erosion of a very small, very clear traces of rain. Her life only to write their names, although not to write, able to memorize the Three Character Classic Book of Family Names, which made me very curious. At this point, I stand at her grave, actually have not come to their own chagrin up a few years ... ...
Memories of her are really too many too many, as mother said, "This is a small child playing along with my grandparents grew up in a split, like a child just as lost Huner." Dusty, the door has been opened, a person standing in front of the upper side wearing blue shirt of homespun gown, Mianyang to the blue trousers, old shoes end Melaleuca, light gray scarf around his head. Memory of her is like that. That said, gripping a sudden a hand has gone through my hands every corner of the village, farm life pair had worked hand how powerful, can not afford to let me break away, struggling not to open. There was gripping with both hands, lost a lot of childhood freedom, made me grow up safe, even though, I do not know. I am curious and her pair of big feet, about her feet there is still a noteworthy story. I see her feet as big as the people are, are trembling tottering walk, she has a pair of Bigfoot. "I also had their feet tied, when more than sister, holding a rolling pin on your great-grandmother drove us bound feet, still shouting 'do not bind feet, you Marry go?' Bound feet, the pain can not sleep at night, I put down long bindings removed. then you fail to beat my great-grandmother, my legs wrapped into the ... no ... not so after the liberation of bound feet ... ... "When it comes to this, she was always a kind of pride flu jump in his face. Pair of Bigfoot was able to thrust on me, but only other old lady standing there, looking anxious, I run far. She always likes to talk to the village for the elderly, said that the content is just a rotten corn castor Chen, Li Dong parents short. I am very interested in their conversation, every time when I am impatient, is tugging at her clothing or jewelry, straining name of stagger. She stood up, something more to say and then said: "old wife on, we say it another day ... ... this child ... ..." murmured unsteadily been slightly pulled me home. In my mind, she is busy every day farm work, or tidy the yard, or a pile of messy heap of straw, or what tends the vegetable garden planted, often in the yard, feed the chickens wandering. I only play one side, sometimes impatient to play, they cried at her cry out loud: "eat cake (steamed bread), the salt salt (pickles), not live (not work)." Which, she to put down the live, face up and good-looking smile, "does not work, where to the cake, salt, salt?" Later, she and others often say this, the village people often take these words and non- sensible, I laugh, it became for a time this sentence the words the village sent people to compete, but also became my childhood when the most praiseworthy words, the refinement of this sentence again now that it is also pleasant for considerable charm.
Childhood, after the good is cut off from the school. Day and time spent with her short.
Home after school every night, not yet completely dark day down. Into the village to see her sitting on the lap alley mouth, I knew she was waiting for me, I ran home, the dropped bag, it came out, sat with her lap, she is still so , so do not sell noodles to village father. Getting dark, hidden among the debris in the cracks between the blocks and drag the Ming Insects have a long sound, the sky bat is hidden in the shadows, sharp cry issued from time to time. She stood up, space is completely dark. I stood up from the disc, see direction towards her looked to see the distance on the road with a faint yellow light is moving toward us. That is a father. Little, my father came back. The streets have no one, even if someone could not see. Trembling with her in the back of a motorcycle onto the alley it struggled the mouth of the slope. And other lodge had disappeared in the alley a dusky light, the sound of that closed-door creak shilly-day took the noise of the sinking of the night the little village.
Quiet night, only talking to her grandfather, said all those things that crops the ground. Shashi Hou wheat harvest, ah, Shashi Hou received melon, ah, Shashi Hou Zaimiao ah. There will be sawed this year's harvest? Both in her speaking voice, the difficulties involved in the dream means to me ... ...
A child of the morning is warm. When the dim sleepy eyes opened, grandfather sitting Mazar, copy set, lean on the bed seemed to be asleep. Her legs limp on the kang, Waizhao body to wake me up. Winter's morning in bed most warm, grandfather playing with me, to shovel the snow of a cold morning, my hand stretched out in bed, I sleep all consumers cool too. She was at the side muttering: "You do not sleep, do not let the children Who! Go with warm Shuitang hot ... ..."
In the quiet of the brook, there will be ups and downs of the waves. I grew up no longer willing to be bound to her, her hands no longer pair of towering strength to live my clenched, I "free", and so free crazy. It was a rainy day, the village people had died, carrying the dirt road for too long mourning team, crying mixed with Feng Yusheng, dancing wildly in front of the willow howling with. Paper Paper sedan horse and burning in the strong wind, and soon became a mass of black mud. Perhaps out of curiosity, and I ran a piece to watch the kids next to pick up the ashes without burning through the colored paper, I also picked up a lot. She was a feudal women, feudal filled her mind. She could not bear to watch the scene in front of it is dead dead disrespect, this is in retribution. Her funeral in the rain along the long team after me, how could chase her last? I clenched started picking up in the thick of a pile of colored paper, turned around to see her his hands and knees, hunched, heavy breathing heavily, her hair long in the face Hunzhao rain ... ... home, I caught a cold , high fever. She said it was dead annoyed. For these, she has a sure way out of the village's children have a long disease of disaster have to find her. People to cover this another way is called "call Huner", meaning to take away the souls of children Huner and then move back. Son to think of it now is really incredible! That morning, I woke up and found the pillow a lot higher than before, Georgia's neck pain. I opened a pillow for a look, pair of shoes I saw yesterday was dried, stacked against the forward. Strangely enough, my illness the next day fine. Regardless, I kind of laissez-faire, how disobedient, she protected me as her efforts. Old can not walk until she was half-step.
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