Again seems to grow back a number of small yellow, body hair can be up first, obviously become thin out. Fur is no longer smooth, and I met before the grandmother did not seem enthusiastic, and only when the younger brother home from school when it was excited, his brother and turn around, and put out his tongue to lick his hand.
"Forget it! Grandma, we'll never get it out." I said, "it will look for this is its home, you send away it will come back!"
Grandma reluctantly shook his head.
Later, the body of a small yellow sores, pus all day, although I find it to buy the drugs and remedies to its rule, but they failed to save its life, small yellow dead! I have tears in my eyes and buried it. At that time my brother has been on the junior high school, boarding school was not at home.
Years later, when people mention the "mother of child is never too ugly, dog sees a poor family", "Sang Jiaquan" kind of thing, I think of small yellow. I do not understand small yellow in the end was thinking, can it really surprised me perseverance.
Monday, December 20, 2010
small yellow（二）
"Kitties thousand, million dogs in mind, Sparrow has also made a half a mile." Grandma said to me quietly, "sending send far more."
Some hesitation in my heart. Both the poor little yellow, but also the poor brother. Huang came back to his younger brother are happy to tears, and I can not let my brother be sad. But one day, my brother and I were not at home when a car carrying away a small yellow, is a passing discussion of water in oil drivers who carried off the little yellow! Of course, with the driver "conspiracy" there are also grandmother.
"Xiao Huang had been stolen!"
His younger brother after school, my grandmother was told his brother, but I do not believe it. Angry brother, who cursed the driver of oil, what car turned into the ditch, killed, and so nasty out say the word out, but I know that the driver must be wrong, because the grandmother had been steal laugh.
Huang finally sent out, and Grandma and I finally relax. I did not expect, about the scene more than two months, small yellow is back!
Some hesitation in my heart. Both the poor little yellow, but also the poor brother. Huang came back to his younger brother are happy to tears, and I can not let my brother be sad. But one day, my brother and I were not at home when a car carrying away a small yellow, is a passing discussion of water in oil drivers who carried off the little yellow! Of course, with the driver "conspiracy" there are also grandmother.
"Xiao Huang had been stolen!"
His younger brother after school, my grandmother was told his brother, but I do not believe it. Angry brother, who cursed the driver of oil, what car turned into the ditch, killed, and so nasty out say the word out, but I know that the driver must be wrong, because the grandmother had been steal laugh.
Huang finally sent out, and Grandma and I finally relax. I did not expect, about the scene more than two months, small yellow is back!
small yellow（一）
Huang is not a person but a dog's name. Older, I was never feel guilty about their own ignorance of childhood, this guilt not only because of people, but also because a dog. Its name called the Little yellow.
Huang are then I do not know where his brother to hold a puppy. It has a yellow coat and white belly, my brother like it very much, named Huang. May be because I was a child had been bitten by a dog next door, so the puppy on his brother's very offensive. Huang seems to know I hate it, and tried every means to please me. Use it that shiny, smooth body in my front, back and forth behind the cruise, and wag its tail looked to me a good show, but it is wrong! It is more so, the more resentment will cause me, and even raised his foot to kick it will look and roared: "off to one side!"
"Go get it! Your sister does not like."
I hate to see grandma dog to do the work of his brother, asking him to send back the small yellow road ditch, so that passers choose to feed. Brother pouted unhappy, dragging several days before holding the small yellow away! But while he Gangdao Jia, Xiao Huang and even run with jumps to come back.
"You are a loud noise going on? You Gang Daojia it come back?" Grandma scolded his brother.
"I am commanded as you put it in the road ditch." Brother side of the argument, the small yellow hand tightly in his arms, raised his head and small yellow "bark!" Toward the younger brother, very excited look.
A few days later, a distant relative to our home work, went away, my grandmother raised him feeding the puppy to take home. Grandma found a wicker basket, put the puppy on the inside so that relatives who later tied to the bike racks, and one with a small bag kept in the top, tied with a rope around, leaving only a small gap. Small yellow box in the wicker "bark!" To call, when my grandmother gave it to relatives out of the gate when the man, the head suddenly from the small yellow package single drill out the two of us looked pitiful. Younger brother to school not at home, came back a few days after the naughty, it when a long time, but one day, one evening after about half a month, Huang is back!
Huang are then I do not know where his brother to hold a puppy. It has a yellow coat and white belly, my brother like it very much, named Huang. May be because I was a child had been bitten by a dog next door, so the puppy on his brother's very offensive. Huang seems to know I hate it, and tried every means to please me. Use it that shiny, smooth body in my front, back and forth behind the cruise, and wag its tail looked to me a good show, but it is wrong! It is more so, the more resentment will cause me, and even raised his foot to kick it will look and roared: "off to one side!"
"Go get it! Your sister does not like."
I hate to see grandma dog to do the work of his brother, asking him to send back the small yellow road ditch, so that passers choose to feed. Brother pouted unhappy, dragging several days before holding the small yellow away! But while he Gangdao Jia, Xiao Huang and even run with jumps to come back.
"You are a loud noise going on? You Gang Daojia it come back?" Grandma scolded his brother.
"I am commanded as you put it in the road ditch." Brother side of the argument, the small yellow hand tightly in his arms, raised his head and small yellow "bark!" Toward the younger brother, very excited look.
A few days later, a distant relative to our home work, went away, my grandmother raised him feeding the puppy to take home. Grandma found a wicker basket, put the puppy on the inside so that relatives who later tied to the bike racks, and one with a small bag kept in the top, tied with a rope around, leaving only a small gap. Small yellow box in the wicker "bark!" To call, when my grandmother gave it to relatives out of the gate when the man, the head suddenly from the small yellow package single drill out the two of us looked pitiful. Younger brother to school not at home, came back a few days after the naughty, it when a long time, but one day, one evening after about half a month, Huang is back!
Murano's tombstone（一）
Home to the old grave to pay homage to my late grandmother, I interspersed stands in the graveyard tombstone read one by one, looking at those I am familiar with the names engraved in the tombstone above my eyes there is one bright live face. With my elders, but also my peers. I left the course of time, when these people lie here, I tend not to know. I turned around, stop at a place called Wu Lanqing of the monument and looked at the name that appears in front of me is a beautiful young woman.
She is my own family, a sister, when I was young and his sister often play together. I like her, not only because she looks handsome, but also because she and my brother is married to the block breaking free love their parents. Because I like her brother's character, despite his brother and his family was poor and determined to marry, and I respect her, admire her courage. At that time, she was forced by the pressure of marriage came to his brother ran out at midnight the next day in the village after the government took out a marriage, sprinkled with a handful of candy to become married, and because of this, her family and she even cut a few years relationship, until she gave birth to a child, the parents there was to forgive her.
Wife who not only looks beautiful, very talented, very enthusiastic to help others. No matter who has the hard heart of the matter as long as she knows, will keep trying to do. A few years ago I came home to grandma's anniversary of the memorial, Qing Lan wife ran before, after running to help with the cooking, clean up things. To my surprise, she was quite young, even some straight back not up, but the smile before. I'm glad she saw, saying it was an old maid came, and I want to chat for a while, but because I was eager to entertain other people and other things, and she said something in a hurry to leave. A few more years, I went home to attend a funeral elders met her daughter, did not know she suffered pain or illness, died after been operated on twice impressively happy death.
While you are alive suffered the pain of torture, can stop your heart happy, because you and your brother are compatible. I touched the tombstone hand, stroking her name to himself.
She is my own family, a sister, when I was young and his sister often play together. I like her, not only because she looks handsome, but also because she and my brother is married to the block breaking free love their parents. Because I like her brother's character, despite his brother and his family was poor and determined to marry, and I respect her, admire her courage. At that time, she was forced by the pressure of marriage came to his brother ran out at midnight the next day in the village after the government took out a marriage, sprinkled with a handful of candy to become married, and because of this, her family and she even cut a few years relationship, until she gave birth to a child, the parents there was to forgive her.
Wife who not only looks beautiful, very talented, very enthusiastic to help others. No matter who has the hard heart of the matter as long as she knows, will keep trying to do. A few years ago I came home to grandma's anniversary of the memorial, Qing Lan wife ran before, after running to help with the cooking, clean up things. To my surprise, she was quite young, even some straight back not up, but the smile before. I'm glad she saw, saying it was an old maid came, and I want to chat for a while, but because I was eager to entertain other people and other things, and she said something in a hurry to leave. A few more years, I went home to attend a funeral elders met her daughter, did not know she suffered pain or illness, died after been operated on twice impressively happy death.
While you are alive suffered the pain of torture, can stop your heart happy, because you and your brother are compatible. I touched the tombstone hand, stroking her name to himself.
watch a movie
Some research, Ming and Qing Dynasties, once popular in Henan opera there are well documented as many as 45, but I headed in addition to hear opera in Henan Opera, but also particularly fond of a popular game in North - pregnant bang , also known as pregnant tune. It does not Peking opera, elegant, no Shaoxing, Huangmei the graceful scenery, it has the Henan people can be warm, bright, booming, passionate.
Huai-bang play mostly folk performances, and some villages are pregnant with clapper theater specifically. I remember when I was young, pregnant bang theater Chencun the slack after the autumn almost every year are performed to our village, the kind of excitement over the New Year that far out! Each troupe has not come to the village on the uproar to spread, and only so much noise so we had boiling hot, and what are static and less than heart to! Date finally settle down, and little children will one day the Corps to inquire about the news several times, until the beginning of the stage set up, and everyone's heart was more disturbed by Huang Huang, and no other sound of gongs and drums to that opening scene, street, alley full of Dianzhe bench and laughter of the crowd. Our primary school next to the Corps, so, singing the days school is put a fake.
Theatre singing familiar play most of the text. What Mu Guiying command, Fan Lihua Zheng Xi. There are states, and food Bao Chen, Qin Xianglian and so on. I was young and do not like those emotions honestly seen sitting in the crowd, rise and fall of interpretation. But the children and the Lord of the watch lying on the table corner. Sometimes go back and see just end the Shitai Jun Long Touguai and colleagues took the name of play, the original stage senile Shitai Jun still so young.
Opera singing for a few days, we have a bunch of crazy kids a few days, happy days. Village Theatre was soon picked up by another, every time I pass by the Corps after school, it seems to have heard the sultry voice and engaging pregnant bang.
Huai-bang play mostly folk performances, and some villages are pregnant with clapper theater specifically. I remember when I was young, pregnant bang theater Chencun the slack after the autumn almost every year are performed to our village, the kind of excitement over the New Year that far out! Each troupe has not come to the village on the uproar to spread, and only so much noise so we had boiling hot, and what are static and less than heart to! Date finally settle down, and little children will one day the Corps to inquire about the news several times, until the beginning of the stage set up, and everyone's heart was more disturbed by Huang Huang, and no other sound of gongs and drums to that opening scene, street, alley full of Dianzhe bench and laughter of the crowd. Our primary school next to the Corps, so, singing the days school is put a fake.
Theatre singing familiar play most of the text. What Mu Guiying command, Fan Lihua Zheng Xi. There are states, and food Bao Chen, Qin Xianglian and so on. I was young and do not like those emotions honestly seen sitting in the crowd, rise and fall of interpretation. But the children and the Lord of the watch lying on the table corner. Sometimes go back and see just end the Shitai Jun Long Touguai and colleagues took the name of play, the original stage senile Shitai Jun still so young.
Opera singing for a few days, we have a bunch of crazy kids a few days, happy days. Village Theatre was soon picked up by another, every time I pass by the Corps after school, it seems to have heard the sultry voice and engaging pregnant bang.
Blue sky, white clouds
Grandmother to the ground along a child picking cotton, because the young, most of the time his grandmother in the defloration, I'm playing, play tired, lying on the edge of a farm, watching the clouds ridge.
At that time, the sky is to blue, clouds of white children was so.
I looked at the sky and white clouds, like sheep, while lying languidly in the blue sky, now like a big ball of cotton, white, white ground floor spread out! I remember a nursery rhyme: crooked little children on the ship, small boats pointed at both ends, I sit in a small boat. . . . . .
I suddenly have an impulse, the impulse to lie in the above! Little did I know it's just a mass of fog in the sky.
Later, as I grew older, erected a village not far from a chimney. A paper mill, a cement plant, there are ceramic factory. The chimney erected these young people have brought us excitement and hope. An "industrial revolution" changed the rural areas, and changed our lives, but also created a number of bosses.
Days gradually become hazy, as if unwilling eyes open all day in the sleepy too. If the sun were to launch hard, happy days are still gloomy.
I finally understand, not the cloud covered the sun, but these factories spit out the chimney smoke day and night, and that the chimney like the devil, polluting our skies all day.
My heart became anxious as the smoke up and relax without the kind of childhood, the kind of dream. That group of white clouds floating in the sky has become in the past with my childhood.
At that time, the sky is to blue, clouds of white children was so.
I looked at the sky and white clouds, like sheep, while lying languidly in the blue sky, now like a big ball of cotton, white, white ground floor spread out! I remember a nursery rhyme: crooked little children on the ship, small boats pointed at both ends, I sit in a small boat. . . . . .
I suddenly have an impulse, the impulse to lie in the above! Little did I know it's just a mass of fog in the sky.
Later, as I grew older, erected a village not far from a chimney. A paper mill, a cement plant, there are ceramic factory. The chimney erected these young people have brought us excitement and hope. An "industrial revolution" changed the rural areas, and changed our lives, but also created a number of bosses.
Days gradually become hazy, as if unwilling eyes open all day in the sleepy too. If the sun were to launch hard, happy days are still gloomy.
I finally understand, not the cloud covered the sun, but these factories spit out the chimney smoke day and night, and that the chimney like the devil, polluting our skies all day.
My heart became anxious as the smoke up and relax without the kind of childhood, the kind of dream. That group of white clouds floating in the sky has become in the past with my childhood.
Blessed（三）
Since then, blessed with youth education played a really small, pestering him all day and hold, and finally one day, a small youth anxious to throw the blessed shoe warehouse in the high top.
"Why should you fight with them? They might sell you back to your people counting money!" I advise blessed Road.
Happy to see I did not speak, his eyes looking at that pair of shoes on the roof, even the eyes of the Tide.
"Hey! Why bother to bully an honest person!" I sighed. To the house to let him put out a pair of leather shoes, blessed shook his head stubbornly, said: "I want my shoes."
I have no choice but to let him and got a bowl of noodles to eat, blessed as a child looked at me smiled!
Finally one day, blessed transport team to go out, I heard that when the door son.
Speaking of his marriage, there is still a legend. That day, blessed to get brown sugar supply and marketing cooperatives, came back, met a car accident. The street a big truck to escape after a young girl knocked down, a big circle around it of people stopped to watch, but no one come forward to save lives. Blessed see around a lot of people, but also squeeze watch, see that girl Manlianshixue, lying on the ground moaning, then moved compassion. He lifted up the girl, out of the crowd, pulling her to sit in his car and sent to rural hospitals, and the girl money for treatment, then, blessed gone, did not seriously. Can be over a period of time, people seek them out. His father put the girl and snacks, fruit, give thanks to the blessed home, meet with the conversation phase of the honest old man blessed one, they call the shots the only child to marry blessed, blessed are done door-law move. This condition is also good, blessed do not have the coolies at work.
Later, the transport team who brought blessed, blessed the name of said play well, foolish people that foolish fortune. But I know, blessed because of his solid, Aventure.
"Why should you fight with them? They might sell you back to your people counting money!" I advise blessed Road.
Happy to see I did not speak, his eyes looking at that pair of shoes on the roof, even the eyes of the Tide.
"Hey! Why bother to bully an honest person!" I sighed. To the house to let him put out a pair of leather shoes, blessed shook his head stubbornly, said: "I want my shoes."
I have no choice but to let him and got a bowl of noodles to eat, blessed as a child looked at me smiled!
Finally one day, blessed transport team to go out, I heard that when the door son.
Speaking of his marriage, there is still a legend. That day, blessed to get brown sugar supply and marketing cooperatives, came back, met a car accident. The street a big truck to escape after a young girl knocked down, a big circle around it of people stopped to watch, but no one come forward to save lives. Blessed see around a lot of people, but also squeeze watch, see that girl Manlianshixue, lying on the ground moaning, then moved compassion. He lifted up the girl, out of the crowd, pulling her to sit in his car and sent to rural hospitals, and the girl money for treatment, then, blessed gone, did not seriously. Can be over a period of time, people seek them out. His father put the girl and snacks, fruit, give thanks to the blessed home, meet with the conversation phase of the honest old man blessed one, they call the shots the only child to marry blessed, blessed are done door-law move. This condition is also good, blessed do not have the coolies at work.
Later, the transport team who brought blessed, blessed the name of said play well, foolish people that foolish fortune. But I know, blessed because of his solid, Aventure.
Blessed（二）
Since then, said the small youth blessed by a wife, and constantly lied to him smoke cigarettes, but also wish that he said to give a "quantitative households" (people who eat the grain.)
One day, supply and marketing of a carriage coming up the goods Zhang. Young pointed to a shiny little shiny black and red mules, said: "how? Queue long enough, right?" Blessed to know have taken the bait, but also a yard full of young people run chasing a small, small young side ran side shouted: "Supply and Marketing Cooperative mule supply of material, not quantitative account what is! "
Finally one day, wrapped around a small youth are blessed, however, promised to him that a marriage, the next evening.
That night, blessed be led to a room, turned on the kang edge wear bright-colored clothes sat a woman wearing a scarf.
Blessed came in and looked at the "woman" Hey smile.
"You like it?" Asked a woman Xishengxiqi.
"I, I do." Blessed little bit excited, but also stutter speak up!
"I do not want you want!" A woman stood up, "you can not even hardly tell the male and female, but also want to marry a wife?"
Blessed are looking at the woman surprised a moment, is that his matchmaking small youth.
One day, supply and marketing of a carriage coming up the goods Zhang. Young pointed to a shiny little shiny black and red mules, said: "how? Queue long enough, right?" Blessed to know have taken the bait, but also a yard full of young people run chasing a small, small young side ran side shouted: "Supply and Marketing Cooperative mule supply of material, not quantitative account what is! "
Finally one day, wrapped around a small youth are blessed, however, promised to him that a marriage, the next evening.
That night, blessed be led to a room, turned on the kang edge wear bright-colored clothes sat a woman wearing a scarf.
Blessed came in and looked at the "woman" Hey smile.
"You like it?" Asked a woman Xishengxiqi.
"I, I do." Blessed little bit excited, but also stutter speak up!
"I do not want you want!" A woman stood up, "you can not even hardly tell the male and female, but also want to marry a wife?"
Blessed are looking at the woman surprised a moment, is that his matchmaking small youth.
Blessed（一）
A few days ago, Mr. Lu Xun's The True Story of Ah Q, reminds me a call blessed.
Blessed is a porter, I was in a department store warehouse as storage, we are very familiar. Many years have passed, before a lot of memory loss over time has gradually blurred, you can book the day I suddenly thought of looking at him. Ah Q to take him and compare.
Blessed be some honest ignorance, porters often become the object of jokes and fool, which is somewhat similar and the Arab-Q. But Ah Q by the gas will console myself with the spirit of victory, just say "I play the son of" balance in his heart! But will not be blessed by a gas whose hearts will be angry, knowing that fight and fight, however, that said, however, can be wrapped or kept on the person who bullied him, the result can be imagined, the man get angry, and more to rinse him once. Ah Q a little bully, bullied him than his powerful he said: "The fight insects, okay? - Still hold it?", But he was bullied than his weak little nun. And blessed is not only a signle bullied. Blessed Ah Q did not see the share of cunning.
I remember once, a small team of youth to tobacco smoke shabu, in the blessed rest of the pocket when touching up, blessed resistance, however, was a box of Admiralty brand of cigarettes he took! There Hofman yard chasing him to the small young squinting his eyes, said: "suck you how a Heyan matter? Did I want to tell you a wife, you are so stingy, really!"
Young finished pretending to smoke a small return that he should be blessed fools! Smiling, said: "You suck it!"
Blessed is a porter, I was in a department store warehouse as storage, we are very familiar. Many years have passed, before a lot of memory loss over time has gradually blurred, you can book the day I suddenly thought of looking at him. Ah Q to take him and compare.
Blessed be some honest ignorance, porters often become the object of jokes and fool, which is somewhat similar and the Arab-Q. But Ah Q by the gas will console myself with the spirit of victory, just say "I play the son of" balance in his heart! But will not be blessed by a gas whose hearts will be angry, knowing that fight and fight, however, that said, however, can be wrapped or kept on the person who bullied him, the result can be imagined, the man get angry, and more to rinse him once. Ah Q a little bully, bullied him than his powerful he said: "The fight insects, okay? - Still hold it?", But he was bullied than his weak little nun. And blessed is not only a signle bullied. Blessed Ah Q did not see the share of cunning.
I remember once, a small team of youth to tobacco smoke shabu, in the blessed rest of the pocket when touching up, blessed resistance, however, was a box of Admiralty brand of cigarettes he took! There Hofman yard chasing him to the small young squinting his eyes, said: "suck you how a Heyan matter? Did I want to tell you a wife, you are so stingy, really!"
Young finished pretending to smoke a small return that he should be blessed fools! Smiling, said: "You suck it!"
Back
Fell at home surrounded by green graves, the rape of the fragrant smell, and I knelt on her grandmother's grave stare.
Grandmother alive Who Loved Me, but I leave the course of time, take care of her at least, this has been I can not let go, I'm sorry she was elderly.
Looked at the text on the gravestone is cracked, I suddenly remembered, my grandmother has been gone for ten years. It has already become a tombstone under a pile of bones of the dead grandmother, stop, I can not imagine. In my memory, my grandmother is still a rich state, the kind of old. I prefer to believe, his grandmother slept forever, and she worked hard all his life.
I remember every time he returns home, my grandmother would take my hand, I carefully looked at fat or thin, always let me sleep at night, lying on her feet, then hands me warm in the winter cold made cold feet. Each time back, my grandmother would flash in a pan with the lotus feet of her village has sent me to.
"You go!" Grandmother drives me away, tears shining in your eyes. I took my grandmother's hands, the hands of the veins have been drum up, the back folds of skin like the old tree's dead, has no vitality, I touch, the eyes are wet!
"You take good care of a few days I'll see you." I comforted her, but I know that this is half a year away can not come back.
"You go!" Said her grandmother, and pick up clothing or wiping tears.
"Do not upset." I said, to help her wipe his eyes with tears.
"I'm fine. Old! Eye often tears." Grandmother turn comfort me, and motioned me away with one hand.
I can not wait, this would only Gengrang she sad.
I quickly turned away, walked a few steps back, her grandmother is still standing there looking at me. I waved to her to let her go back, and move forward, after walking a few steps back, looks like Grandma has been blurred, can be waved to me still standing there, finally, my tears down! Situation as uncontrollable, I swear, we must think of ways to be transferred back home, often come to chat with her elderly people.
By now my wish came true, she was buried in the ground the elderly. When I think she can only see her from the pictures.
"Grandma, your granddaughter to see you!" I cried in my heart.
Once again, I crawl in my grandmother's grave mound and tears.
Grandmother alive Who Loved Me, but I leave the course of time, take care of her at least, this has been I can not let go, I'm sorry she was elderly.
Looked at the text on the gravestone is cracked, I suddenly remembered, my grandmother has been gone for ten years. It has already become a tombstone under a pile of bones of the dead grandmother, stop, I can not imagine. In my memory, my grandmother is still a rich state, the kind of old. I prefer to believe, his grandmother slept forever, and she worked hard all his life.
I remember every time he returns home, my grandmother would take my hand, I carefully looked at fat or thin, always let me sleep at night, lying on her feet, then hands me warm in the winter cold made cold feet. Each time back, my grandmother would flash in a pan with the lotus feet of her village has sent me to.
"You go!" Grandmother drives me away, tears shining in your eyes. I took my grandmother's hands, the hands of the veins have been drum up, the back folds of skin like the old tree's dead, has no vitality, I touch, the eyes are wet!
"You take good care of a few days I'll see you." I comforted her, but I know that this is half a year away can not come back.
"You go!" Said her grandmother, and pick up clothing or wiping tears.
"Do not upset." I said, to help her wipe his eyes with tears.
"I'm fine. Old! Eye often tears." Grandmother turn comfort me, and motioned me away with one hand.
I can not wait, this would only Gengrang she sad.
I quickly turned away, walked a few steps back, her grandmother is still standing there looking at me. I waved to her to let her go back, and move forward, after walking a few steps back, looks like Grandma has been blurred, can be waved to me still standing there, finally, my tears down! Situation as uncontrollable, I swear, we must think of ways to be transferred back home, often come to chat with her elderly people.
By now my wish came true, she was buried in the ground the elderly. When I think she can only see her from the pictures.
"Grandma, your granddaughter to see you!" I cried in my heart.
Once again, I crawl in my grandmother's grave mound and tears.
hi funeral
Recently, at a friend mother's funeral, the women of a condolence moved to tears: "The old people, really terrible!"
The old mother, she recalls the elegance of the year: a talented, two hands, a warm-hearted, has won praise from many people. Old, and retired, and for the grandchildren busy, inside and out a lot of trouble. Still later, the elderly and frail, children and grandchildren is pretty filial piety. Only, can not afford the time, "temper", will it matter. Moreover, this age, we live not easy, laid-off workers but also to feed the whole family. Stocks are even worry about the stock market, who told the people we earn a small effect can not pay, market economy, survival of the fittest. We really are too busy guarding the old woman all day. A long time, she tried to be lonely. Many things are looking, thinking, do not be. I wish she was often chat with her, but she in addition to taking care of her daily life, but are busy with their own out. "Old people, useless 。。。。。。" old lady sigh," ye do not die? Live such a great age doing? "Children are listening to, that neglected the old lady, came over to coax her, may be a few days of a busy, resumed its former quiet. Finally one day, like light dry oil to make the old lady, had died.
As the old lady longevity, the age of eighty-one years old, so people said "hi funeral", and now think of it really makes sense. Yes ah! Old, often suffering from various diseases, tortured, and sometimes really feel rather die than live. Sons and daughters it? Saying goes "no filial ill for a long window," How long time will inevitably feeling too, so go have been free!
The old lady's funeral have been very grand, although a few children every family is not rich, can be thought of from now on never to see his aging mother bedridden, can only see the urn child, nor indeed all of a sudden can not accept . They live frugally to save money out of pressure tank, a large funeral and inviting friends, to show filial piety.
Children were crying very sad. Was advised and said: go, not punished. The number of words in the end not to mention the meaning of the first, but very lonely old man alive is true.
I hope the old people no longer longevity alone, full of warm finish his life.
The old mother, she recalls the elegance of the year: a talented, two hands, a warm-hearted, has won praise from many people. Old, and retired, and for the grandchildren busy, inside and out a lot of trouble. Still later, the elderly and frail, children and grandchildren is pretty filial piety. Only, can not afford the time, "temper", will it matter. Moreover, this age, we live not easy, laid-off workers but also to feed the whole family. Stocks are even worry about the stock market, who told the people we earn a small effect can not pay, market economy, survival of the fittest. We really are too busy guarding the old woman all day. A long time, she tried to be lonely. Many things are looking, thinking, do not be. I wish she was often chat with her, but she in addition to taking care of her daily life, but are busy with their own out. "Old people, useless 。。。。。。" old lady sigh," ye do not die? Live such a great age doing? "Children are listening to, that neglected the old lady, came over to coax her, may be a few days of a busy, resumed its former quiet. Finally one day, like light dry oil to make the old lady, had died.
As the old lady longevity, the age of eighty-one years old, so people said "hi funeral", and now think of it really makes sense. Yes ah! Old, often suffering from various diseases, tortured, and sometimes really feel rather die than live. Sons and daughters it? Saying goes "no filial ill for a long window," How long time will inevitably feeling too, so go have been free!
The old lady's funeral have been very grand, although a few children every family is not rich, can be thought of from now on never to see his aging mother bedridden, can only see the urn child, nor indeed all of a sudden can not accept . They live frugally to save money out of pressure tank, a large funeral and inviting friends, to show filial piety.
Children were crying very sad. Was advised and said: go, not punished. The number of words in the end not to mention the meaning of the first, but very lonely old man alive is true.
I hope the old people no longer longevity alone, full of warm finish his life.
that a quiet（二）
See the opposite on the balcony upstairs and closed the glass, drying racks, the husband told me that the whole building is empty.
"Scared to live here." I said, "This building seems to have only a few to live."
"Will look at it! Only available here as a house, not rent house street over there." Her husband said, "This is more clean inside ah! Living area than we had a lot better."
Later I discovered that the balcony facing the back of the building is an empty garden. At that time, the height of summer, a green space in the yard Mao and vitality.
"I like it here!" I blurted said. Confused look of a loss husband.
"Just now you also have to complain about something, how suddenly said like? I got it wrong, right?"
"I love this garden. You see, this garden waste for many years, and surrounded by walls and off the outside world, the wonderful 'paradise' ah! Nothing to sit on the balcony looking at it, how many are not bothering it!"
I smiled and explained to her husband. He shook his head and said: "It is laid waste!"
Is empty garden, which is not empty. In addition to the elms, there are some during shrub growth, to the summer, lush, and some birds circling the meantime, the chattering so many times!
I watched this when nothing quiet green, Listening to the birds, Chong Sheng, and my heart feel very calm.
Ah! In this intricate, I finally found the piece of earth in peace.
"Scared to live here." I said, "This building seems to have only a few to live."
"Will look at it! Only available here as a house, not rent house street over there." Her husband said, "This is more clean inside ah! Living area than we had a lot better."
Later I discovered that the balcony facing the back of the building is an empty garden. At that time, the height of summer, a green space in the yard Mao and vitality.
"I like it here!" I blurted said. Confused look of a loss husband.
"Just now you also have to complain about something, how suddenly said like? I got it wrong, right?"
"I love this garden. You see, this garden waste for many years, and surrounded by walls and off the outside world, the wonderful 'paradise' ah! Nothing to sit on the balcony looking at it, how many are not bothering it!"
I smiled and explained to her husband. He shook his head and said: "It is laid waste!"
Is empty garden, which is not empty. In addition to the elms, there are some during shrub growth, to the summer, lush, and some birds circling the meantime, the chattering so many times!
I watched this when nothing quiet green, Listening to the birds, Chong Sheng, and my heart feel very calm.
Ah! In this intricate, I finally found the piece of earth in peace.
that a quiet（一）
As a result of mobility, I was relocated to a new place, the help of friends and lived in a compound in a business stay.
I remember moving day, we followed a car pulled left behind many years of old furniture compound, seen everywhere, not the elderly and children, such as furniture, cars pull that building is coming when we rented a little girl sitting the first floor, looked at us, a pair of dark eyes and now I remember, very beautiful.
Several colleagues vehicle to pre-prepared fireworks show, snapping around the furniture truck to put a pass, led to some people wait and see, of course, basically for the elderly and children. The young are said to open up new business to the outside, and walk in them stuck!
Into the corridor, I know that this unit is now only five of our family. Dust has covered up the stairs the original color, spider climbing on the support arm of the iron bar.
"It is empty inside?" I pointed to on or off, or closed room to ask her husband.
"Yes. The majority of people here have moved away! You see, even the doors that have no home!"
I looked at the opposite side of the open door, and my heart straight timid.
"Since only our family, why do we live on the first floor?" I asked.
"Originally the first floor there lived an old married couple, and now the old man was sick, the children do not live in here, so the old woman also moved to the hospital to live." Her husband explained.
I remember moving day, we followed a car pulled left behind many years of old furniture compound, seen everywhere, not the elderly and children, such as furniture, cars pull that building is coming when we rented a little girl sitting the first floor, looked at us, a pair of dark eyes and now I remember, very beautiful.
Several colleagues vehicle to pre-prepared fireworks show, snapping around the furniture truck to put a pass, led to some people wait and see, of course, basically for the elderly and children. The young are said to open up new business to the outside, and walk in them stuck!
Into the corridor, I know that this unit is now only five of our family. Dust has covered up the stairs the original color, spider climbing on the support arm of the iron bar.
"It is empty inside?" I pointed to on or off, or closed room to ask her husband.
"Yes. The majority of people here have moved away! You see, even the doors that have no home!"
I looked at the opposite side of the open door, and my heart straight timid.
"Since only our family, why do we live on the first floor?" I asked.
"Originally the first floor there lived an old married couple, and now the old man was sick, the children do not live in here, so the old woman also moved to the hospital to live." Her husband explained.
A, apple flowers（六）
"I killed myself. I killed myself is to this day, I know you will come to accompany me."
Xiaoqin came, still young beautiful appearance, with a laugh.
"You know what? In school I started to like you. I will not keep the pain you, I will not blame you do not take me with you, this is my life. Why should you do want to die on the battlefield?" Xiaoqin said.
"But I failed you, I want to die. You know, I also love you! You died, I do not want to live alone." Beginning of Spring Yeshui, "you installed in my heart all my life, how come see me this time, had never come to see me? "
Xiaoqin Ye Yue the beginning of spring to go pull, like a gust of wind drift Xiaoqin saw it!
The sun shed little apple tree leaves in white, the bees still head "buzz" snorting, Apple spent on the breeze blowing a spread of the Lord the beginning of spring, and he folded his clothes off,, holding a number of Apple flower petals scattered in the tall solitary graves.
Xiaoqin came, still young beautiful appearance, with a laugh.
"You know what? In school I started to like you. I will not keep the pain you, I will not blame you do not take me with you, this is my life. Why should you do want to die on the battlefield?" Xiaoqin said.
"But I failed you, I want to die. You know, I also love you! You died, I do not want to live alone." Beginning of Spring Yeshui, "you installed in my heart all my life, how come see me this time, had never come to see me? "
Xiaoqin Ye Yue the beginning of spring to go pull, like a gust of wind drift Xiaoqin saw it!
The sun shed little apple tree leaves in white, the bees still head "buzz" snorting, Apple spent on the breeze blowing a spread of the Lord the beginning of spring, and he folded his clothes off,, holding a number of Apple flower petals scattered in the tall solitary graves.
A, apple flowers（五）
Xiaoqin back, not long before the beginning of spring Xiaoqin Ye heard the news of suicide. Her unpopular with her husband, and even reluctant to let her buried there, his brother took his sister buried there in the apple orchard.
That year the winter, beginning of spring discouraged Lord a soldier, became a People's Liberation Army soldiers. Originally, self-defense war he wanted to die, but a company they are dead, leaving him to survive it! Led to his record merits, and to send him to military school to learn, ready to provide dry, God rejected the beginning of spring, he asked to change jobs back home.
Again later and it was simple. After he was demobilized from the army, a matchmaker to propose marriage to his racing, he would not mention, or not, can they not tell the reasons, and ultimately, his country could not stand the pressure of the wind study and heir married child of Health Female education, living ordinary lives. His wife died last year, the beginning of spring Yeshui is old, dry fixed field live, bought the orchard, keep in here throughout the year.
Thick arms that year had grown old apple tree, some branches have withered dry, not a few fruit end, the beginning of spring planting Lord on the pressure carefully Sinong some small apple trees. It was suggested that the tall solitary graves Xiaoqin brother to move out, that she was a flexor devil, no luck. Beginning of Spring God Zhihuang head and said: "Death to the girl outside into the old grave how? This is not make life difficult for him?" Beginning of Spring God's thoughts known only to himself.
That year the winter, beginning of spring discouraged Lord a soldier, became a People's Liberation Army soldiers. Originally, self-defense war he wanted to die, but a company they are dead, leaving him to survive it! Led to his record merits, and to send him to military school to learn, ready to provide dry, God rejected the beginning of spring, he asked to change jobs back home.
Again later and it was simple. After he was demobilized from the army, a matchmaker to propose marriage to his racing, he would not mention, or not, can they not tell the reasons, and ultimately, his country could not stand the pressure of the wind study and heir married child of Health Female education, living ordinary lives. His wife died last year, the beginning of spring Yeshui is old, dry fixed field live, bought the orchard, keep in here throughout the year.
Thick arms that year had grown old apple tree, some branches have withered dry, not a few fruit end, the beginning of spring planting Lord on the pressure carefully Sinong some small apple trees. It was suggested that the tall solitary graves Xiaoqin brother to move out, that she was a flexor devil, no luck. Beginning of Spring God Zhihuang head and said: "Death to the girl outside into the old grave how? This is not make life difficult for him?" Beginning of Spring God's thoughts known only to himself.
A, apple flowers（四）
"When did you come back? How become like this?"
Xiaoqin did not speak against the Lord's arm beginning of spring on a low, began to cry!
"I have responsibilities. I was in a positive light, but the marriage did not stop you do." Lord remember the beginning of spring, when he said a lot of it, not remember, probably is a hammer to Xiaoqin review.
"I want the freedom of marriage. You let me go?" Xiaoqin cried a little, watching the beginning of spring Yeshui.
God I remember clearly the beginning of spring, Xiaoqin wanted to let him run away with themselves.
"If caught back?"
"I'm not afraid of come back again. I want to commune (village government) told them that I want the freedom of marriage."
God I remember the beginning of spring, Xiaoqin tone was very firm, and hold him cry.
"That animal is not a man, he was afraid of him than I do, day in the same manner as anti-Fangzei me, in time it will, do not let me out of the theater, but also abused me. I have often cursed by him, and sometimes even Rice would not let me eat. "
"That's how you run your brother do? You are for pro-ah! You run with your wife certainly had not become your brother. Say, and we ran off of not so good!"
God remember the beginning of spring with Xiaoqin He said that he could not forgive myself to death, that is, their words of these ruthless, Xiaoqin sent to a dead end.
Xiaoqin did not speak against the Lord's arm beginning of spring on a low, began to cry!
"I have responsibilities. I was in a positive light, but the marriage did not stop you do." Lord remember the beginning of spring, when he said a lot of it, not remember, probably is a hammer to Xiaoqin review.
"I want the freedom of marriage. You let me go?" Xiaoqin cried a little, watching the beginning of spring Yeshui.
God I remember clearly the beginning of spring, Xiaoqin wanted to let him run away with themselves.
"If caught back?"
"I'm not afraid of come back again. I want to commune (village government) told them that I want the freedom of marriage."
God I remember the beginning of spring, Xiaoqin tone was very firm, and hold him cry.
"That animal is not a man, he was afraid of him than I do, day in the same manner as anti-Fangzei me, in time it will, do not let me out of the theater, but also abused me. I have often cursed by him, and sometimes even Rice would not let me eat. "
"That's how you run your brother do? You are for pro-ah! You run with your wife certainly had not become your brother. Say, and we ran off of not so good!"
God remember the beginning of spring with Xiaoqin He said that he could not forgive myself to death, that is, their words of these ruthless, Xiaoqin sent to a dead end.
A, apple flowers（三）
"You come!" Xiaoqin side of the talk, one side led him to the park to go, Lord I remember the beginning of spring, she took him to an apple tree, took out two small wooden stools and sit with him, patiently listening to He enrolled and about how to fill out an application, a pair of watery eyes have been staring at his face, a smile, end, let him explain it again, pretty face but also from white to red.
God's heart jumped beginning of spring! Before leaving, seemed to her, said: "I heard the University to recruit students, we have to prepare, prepare!"
"You just give me? Know other students?"
Xiaoqin lowered his head, face more red, gently say: "Thank you so concerned about me."
God I remember the beginning of spring, he did not go to recruit workers, peasants and students that the entrance examination, Xiaoqin did not go. Her to her brother for a pro, it is something next spring, when the apple blossoms are open!
God heard the news the beginning of spring to fly went to apple orchards, branch secretary to the duties of a mission to stop this marriage, to speak for those who are against the pro-marriage, but later, the wedding of people have left, waves of wind blowing, only the apple trees have flowers like falling tears from the people. God frustrated the beginning of spring, since he does not want to see apple blossom.
It took another year, but also the time of the Apple Blossom, one night, Xiaoqin from the husband ran back, went to the beginning of spring the dark house in front of God, "boom, boom!" Few times the door ring, Xiaoqin disheveled appearance in the beginning of spring in front of God, looked at him pitiful. Beginning of Spring God said nothing, took her outside the village went to the apple orchard, the two people sitting in relying on the wall, the walls are Xiaoqin home.
God's heart jumped beginning of spring! Before leaving, seemed to her, said: "I heard the University to recruit students, we have to prepare, prepare!"
"You just give me? Know other students?"
Xiaoqin lowered his head, face more red, gently say: "Thank you so concerned about me."
God I remember the beginning of spring, he did not go to recruit workers, peasants and students that the entrance examination, Xiaoqin did not go. Her to her brother for a pro, it is something next spring, when the apple blossoms are open!
God heard the news the beginning of spring to fly went to apple orchards, branch secretary to the duties of a mission to stop this marriage, to speak for those who are against the pro-marriage, but later, the wedding of people have left, waves of wind blowing, only the apple trees have flowers like falling tears from the people. God frustrated the beginning of spring, since he does not want to see apple blossom.
It took another year, but also the time of the Apple Blossom, one night, Xiaoqin from the husband ran back, went to the beginning of spring the dark house in front of God, "boom, boom!" Few times the door ring, Xiaoqin disheveled appearance in the beginning of spring in front of God, looked at him pitiful. Beginning of Spring God said nothing, took her outside the village went to the apple orchard, the two people sitting in relying on the wall, the walls are Xiaoqin home.
A, apple flowers（二）
God just the beginning of spring the young high school graduates from the township to the village either in a positive light. At that time the University is not enrollment, high school coming to an end on the last!
That spring, he went to an apple orchard to the edge of the village, there lived a family because he had something to look for the development of new members, a girl named Xiaoqin, Xiaoqin also his high school classmates.
Apple orchard surrounded by a low wall, Yi Keke apple head sticking out from the wall, the flowers bloom is strong! Apple flower clusters hidden in the leaves, the rise of the brain to look out exploration. God I remember the beginning of spring, he was spared most of the ring, only to the wall of the fracture, the door is kind of sticks together and work. Sometimes in April, the sun is still poison, he remembers the day the sun tan him sweat and sweat.
To a fence outside, and before he opened his mouth, which the dog to bark up! Some people came over, opened the fence just a door, the dog rushed out and lunged towards him barking! He has not come to see the Who to flash to the left and the right to hide the dog deal with it, a girl laughed softly, and then blame the dog: "Come!"
Lord is the beginning of spring saw the first pair of pink checkered shoes, looked up, and Xiaoqin face like the equally brilliant warm sunshine.
That spring, he went to an apple orchard to the edge of the village, there lived a family because he had something to look for the development of new members, a girl named Xiaoqin, Xiaoqin also his high school classmates.
Apple orchard surrounded by a low wall, Yi Keke apple head sticking out from the wall, the flowers bloom is strong! Apple flower clusters hidden in the leaves, the rise of the brain to look out exploration. God I remember the beginning of spring, he was spared most of the ring, only to the wall of the fracture, the door is kind of sticks together and work. Sometimes in April, the sun is still poison, he remembers the day the sun tan him sweat and sweat.
To a fence outside, and before he opened his mouth, which the dog to bark up! Some people came over, opened the fence just a door, the dog rushed out and lunged towards him barking! He has not come to see the Who to flash to the left and the right to hide the dog deal with it, a girl laughed softly, and then blame the dog: "Come!"
Lord is the beginning of spring saw the first pair of pink checkered shoes, looked up, and Xiaoqin face like the equally brilliant warm sunshine.
A, apple flowers（一）
Beginning of Spring Ye old eyes getting worse recently, to see what things are vague, and often tears. He lives in an orchard where, precisely, is in an apple orchard, where there is a thatched cottage, thatched cottages, not far from a solitary graves.
Apple blossom is the time for the beginning of spring to see the Lord out of Apple's small room, sitting under an apple tree, took out his first points on a poor quality of the cigarettes, after pumping the two, so that was the fulcrum of cigarette slowly burning, a trace of smoke curling from his fingers at the previous! And then turn his face down on the couch, watching the head of the apple blossoms drilled from the green leaves, a few bees buzzing circled the meantime, until the cigarette burn, burn his fingers.
Apple flowers like white stars, surrounded with dense, busy bees does not seem to realize that his presence is still "buzzing" to work with, that buzzing sound as if singing a lullaby, and repeatedly , the beginning of spring gradually blurred the eyes of God it could not have been asleep, his eyes like a distant journeyman to see a really tall solitary graves. Solitary graves surrounded by apple trees, grave and the grass had grown out, but also very weak, like those of malnourished children. God looked at the beginning of spring, thinking, although the ear is also clearly hear the hum of bees, but he knows that his dream is not far away.
At that time, like this spring, as Lord is the beginning of spring the young and look more handsome. It is a multi-age dream.
Also in such a spring, opened peach, apple blossoms! Beginning of Spring God, for, when people told him to Spring, because he was young, handsome.
Apple blossom is the time for the beginning of spring to see the Lord out of Apple's small room, sitting under an apple tree, took out his first points on a poor quality of the cigarettes, after pumping the two, so that was the fulcrum of cigarette slowly burning, a trace of smoke curling from his fingers at the previous! And then turn his face down on the couch, watching the head of the apple blossoms drilled from the green leaves, a few bees buzzing circled the meantime, until the cigarette burn, burn his fingers.
Apple flowers like white stars, surrounded with dense, busy bees does not seem to realize that his presence is still "buzzing" to work with, that buzzing sound as if singing a lullaby, and repeatedly , the beginning of spring gradually blurred the eyes of God it could not have been asleep, his eyes like a distant journeyman to see a really tall solitary graves. Solitary graves surrounded by apple trees, grave and the grass had grown out, but also very weak, like those of malnourished children. God looked at the beginning of spring, thinking, although the ear is also clearly hear the hum of bees, but he knows that his dream is not far away.
At that time, like this spring, as Lord is the beginning of spring the young and look more handsome. It is a multi-age dream.
Also in such a spring, opened peach, apple blossoms! Beginning of Spring God, for, when people told him to Spring, because he was young, handsome.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
No sound（二）
Even the right to equality before learning not to give up? Lu Xun's approach is "silent", I approach is "silent", which was ancient and modern Homo sapiens on the issue of the best of the helpless
Or let others self-publicity for their own and City line Chaozuo publicity and advertising serves the same purpose, they always think that no matter what things, how important is not in itself, but rather what effect Chaozuo and advertising, they do not seek truth or unlimited exaggerated reality, often through the media to meet yell Jiaojiao obstinately their rare giant panda into an authentic treasure, or no thing has "three times that you even believed the words of" just say "so and so drugs can make you energetic youth, "and let some big living on their own experiences in television, the drug must be sold together, a forgotten star, just say" So there is an illegitimate child in a foreign country ", and soon will become the star of the media, as I have chosen to show different alternative favorite, will be cheering again, of course, more importantly, the book could sell a lot.
Our society is a stable society, is the order of the basic characteristics of stability, while the irresponsible clamor of Chaozuo an unfair competition, "fried fry", "warm up" has become the mantra of some people, a a society "concept stocks" rosy again to night without a trace. This is a ridiculous act, the banner now become public.
The reason why we honor the hard work of quiet dedication rather than by shouting people, because they are lonely people willingly work tirelessly to bring the light to the community, this is the minds of the people Barbara heroes and celebrities. By unscrupulous and opportunistic ages dressed up as famous people, and ultimately will also be eliminated by history.
This end, I think of such a thing happened on the side -
A person without culture came to me: her worship of so and so and so and so. I asked; why? She said that often in newspapers and on television to see them.
I asked: Have you read his work or seen her perform it? She said not one.
"Then why do you worship them?" I'm surprised.
She said that because everyone is talking about them.
End of the conversation, I heard the earth under my feet pondered in silence.
Or let others self-publicity for their own and City line Chaozuo publicity and advertising serves the same purpose, they always think that no matter what things, how important is not in itself, but rather what effect Chaozuo and advertising, they do not seek truth or unlimited exaggerated reality, often through the media to meet yell Jiaojiao obstinately their rare giant panda into an authentic treasure, or no thing has "three times that you even believed the words of" just say "so and so drugs can make you energetic youth, "and let some big living on their own experiences in television, the drug must be sold together, a forgotten star, just say" So there is an illegitimate child in a foreign country ", and soon will become the star of the media, as I have chosen to show different alternative favorite, will be cheering again, of course, more importantly, the book could sell a lot.
Our society is a stable society, is the order of the basic characteristics of stability, while the irresponsible clamor of Chaozuo an unfair competition, "fried fry", "warm up" has become the mantra of some people, a a society "concept stocks" rosy again to night without a trace. This is a ridiculous act, the banner now become public.
The reason why we honor the hard work of quiet dedication rather than by shouting people, because they are lonely people willingly work tirelessly to bring the light to the community, this is the minds of the people Barbara heroes and celebrities. By unscrupulous and opportunistic ages dressed up as famous people, and ultimately will also be eliminated by history.
This end, I think of such a thing happened on the side -
A person without culture came to me: her worship of so and so and so and so. I asked; why? She said that often in newspapers and on television to see them.
I asked: Have you read his work or seen her perform it? She said not one.
"Then why do you worship them?" I'm surprised.
She said that because everyone is talking about them.
End of the conversation, I heard the earth under my feet pondered in silence.
No sound（一）
Howling wolf issue, it thought that the most shrill voices; public issue of barking dogs, it is thought that the most frightening sound of their own; tiger is the king of beasts, that earth shaking roar Hill, that sounds really awesome; wind scared cry out loud many objects flying, it's terrifying scene enough; rivers roar off high sea, the surrounding objects scared trembling; torrent rise in a more scary, it sounds a break down enough to make you wits.
However, all sound great and very poor education and the small matter of fact, they are only dependent on the land they are a hair, a thin vein, a debris, a piece of rag, a small cell, as for a person, I am afraid even the cell is not really!
But the breed of their mother - the earth, it is silent, is unknown, it is never their own publicity, is to look in the eyes of all things but without saying a word.
The earth is undoubtedly the most great, because the real thing is quietly profound, this is I say "Great Music} {no sound" meaning.
This point of view of the world, I see that some people are always noisy, Zhangzhang Yang Yang, the status for their own reputation and value, at around the spotlight, for themselves hoarse cry and found it very funny. They fascinated passage known to the world "advertising effect" of "hype effect" that the society of today is all that is called out by shouting out, who told the loud, who told much more, who told of the particularly distinctive, Who paving the way various media to help themselves, will come immediately into the world of celebrity stars were cloth.
That is why absurd.
I have seen Mr. Hung Ying-ming, said passage. -Minded broad-minded person, he said, the total of its situation in adaptive, such as wine for the joy of not drunk, chess to not fight the winner of the flute with no cavity is appropriate, a non-Xuan Qin higher off the shuttle is not Bare Honesty. He is clearly in the warned people not to trick. Although Hung is the ancient, but his words are not obsolete, I have seen an article written by Mr. Jia Pingao. He said the weak struggle to let themselves into strong, I do not oppose this point of view, but he said that someone in his circle the world were sound, and that person's slander was overwhelming - he used the word "libel" a words, it makes me not agree, Mr. Jia is a contemporary people, but also a literary biggest names, the public opinion of a person's views and cognitive behavior is called "slander" to say that this is a bias, then the contemporary Jia the meaning is not known, Mr. all people do not speak, but never let those around scolding other people sell their publicize their exclusive world famous scenery of the scholars it? I've seen written by Mr. Xu is one of an article to the effect that those who are not eligible to laugh at people who dare not worth of a "celebrity scholars" to express different opinions? This undoubtedly is a ridiculous!
However, all sound great and very poor education and the small matter of fact, they are only dependent on the land they are a hair, a thin vein, a debris, a piece of rag, a small cell, as for a person, I am afraid even the cell is not really!
But the breed of their mother - the earth, it is silent, is unknown, it is never their own publicity, is to look in the eyes of all things but without saying a word.
The earth is undoubtedly the most great, because the real thing is quietly profound, this is I say "Great Music} {no sound" meaning.
This point of view of the world, I see that some people are always noisy, Zhangzhang Yang Yang, the status for their own reputation and value, at around the spotlight, for themselves hoarse cry and found it very funny. They fascinated passage known to the world "advertising effect" of "hype effect" that the society of today is all that is called out by shouting out, who told the loud, who told much more, who told of the particularly distinctive, Who paving the way various media to help themselves, will come immediately into the world of celebrity stars were cloth.
That is why absurd.
I have seen Mr. Hung Ying-ming, said passage. -Minded broad-minded person, he said, the total of its situation in adaptive, such as wine for the joy of not drunk, chess to not fight the winner of the flute with no cavity is appropriate, a non-Xuan Qin higher off the shuttle is not Bare Honesty. He is clearly in the warned people not to trick. Although Hung is the ancient, but his words are not obsolete, I have seen an article written by Mr. Jia Pingao. He said the weak struggle to let themselves into strong, I do not oppose this point of view, but he said that someone in his circle the world were sound, and that person's slander was overwhelming - he used the word "libel" a words, it makes me not agree, Mr. Jia is a contemporary people, but also a literary biggest names, the public opinion of a person's views and cognitive behavior is called "slander" to say that this is a bias, then the contemporary Jia the meaning is not known, Mr. all people do not speak, but never let those around scolding other people sell their publicize their exclusive world famous scenery of the scholars it? I've seen written by Mr. Xu is one of an article to the effect that those who are not eligible to laugh at people who dare not worth of a "celebrity scholars" to express different opinions? This undoubtedly is a ridiculous!
Realm
It is said that there are several realms of life, usually for lower customs sector, the higher the fairy realm of people want to live, some people want to become immortal, but unfortunately a far cry from between the two throughout, Wonderland is extremely difficult to achieve.
But sometimes I suddenly think: In fact the two border in close proximity, or the attitude was only a step away, mainly because the mood in your heart.
I have this feeling the top of the first hair growth in the high mountains.
It was a thousand to hundreds of high-altitude, staying place I call immortal Ridge. A huge "fairy footprints" lying at the foot of the "fairy Ridge" would seem romantic and mysterious. Tree-shaded position, rather like a fairy at the foot of the level of the spine, Jun sly mind fairy flat, which cross in the fairy gorge, the steep cliff face of scarps Valley, close relative to the tall iron fence protection, gives a solid open sense of mystery. I sit on the pier, in addition to hear the whisper of wind, see the shame on the surface, but also to hear the foot of the popular sector bargaining in the cries heard ... ... When the glowing night painfully cold weather when bursts of fat cakes , I wish to enter this mountain travel fatigue after sleepless night rate. But the mountain will not let you sleep, it boldly crept through the window, flipping your clothing; pines will not let you sleep, he kept it out of the window Qing Yin; out of the moon will not let you sleep, it is as if the lake Baptist Man to man over, gently bathing you ... ...
I do not want to accompany me laden with dreams, in the house stay in bed until eight in the morning. Toilet completed, bitterly out of the door, one to go round and round fog, was there waiting for me. It seems to blow away the smoke, but also as clouds gather Xu, fog cloud of Health of the momentum, let me once again surprises mixed half. Eqing, a large cloud rose from the valley, has been in my Orbital rise, the bridge of the nose side, I sniffed it in the air. Which was then spread to go into a mirage vague looming large all over, in my wandering around, this time, Hill is also gone, trees are gone, people have gone, things have gone, I have freedom of the clouds varied Junli The Strolling, the whole body is surrounded by mist and clouds, heavy cloud or mist that intoxicated; or for that wash swept smoke floating to the bulk; or self-consciousness Mo; or oral absorption clouds, at the foot of raw tobacco; or forgotten in the fog in the mountain clouds the existence of this world and forget their existence; I knew the letter was to become a true "hole on the eight immortals" of the ... ...
When I finally reached the fairy population, it was vast sweeping landscapes of rivers; such as screen winding picturesque peaks; myriad back to the valley very close to the show must Gap; waves lake branch ditch, and disappeared together to mirror given to me when Yao. Once again, I found; the morning mist and sunset are a charming and sisters, they suddenly put the ribbon awarded to me empty; suddenly the light's Costume granted to me; suddenly poured into the Caiduan granted to me; suddenly the silver splendid waterfall of light granted to me ... ... I suspect that in the sea, the suspect in the blue sky, the suspect in the drawing, I do not want to move a step further ... ...
Nature sly Waite good luck to all of God, and did not tell it a secret, so most visitors, or the countless ages laity, still "do not know the truth" ... ...
Custom is popular in the noisy racket of the earth, is popular folk life in the desire to cross-flow. If a person really make their return from heart, back to nature, back to the strange magic of the Heavenly Creator, to live with is not power, not a mercenary, not fame, not the infighting and intrigues, not twisted into account of the machinations of the heart dried up, but Morrowind always full of the whisper that moment, night moon, bringing shame face, Greenfield Qingyin, people will forget the existence of customs body, joy of existence, the existence of Worry, shouted that the earthly existence of numerous, this may be a extraordinary, and is a "liberation", a "comfortable" Once upon a so-called. Discard all the burdens of life, the false, mechanical, stiff, fake, pretentious, cumbersome, Guaai, anxiety, jealousy are all forgotten, Cloud Nine, then why do not you go to mountain? Why do not you go to sea? Why do not you go to Mang roaming the forest no smoke some?
In this way, you will feel that you are actually able to reach the "Wonderland" ... ...
But sometimes I suddenly think: In fact the two border in close proximity, or the attitude was only a step away, mainly because the mood in your heart.
I have this feeling the top of the first hair growth in the high mountains.
It was a thousand to hundreds of high-altitude, staying place I call immortal Ridge. A huge "fairy footprints" lying at the foot of the "fairy Ridge" would seem romantic and mysterious. Tree-shaded position, rather like a fairy at the foot of the level of the spine, Jun sly mind fairy flat, which cross in the fairy gorge, the steep cliff face of scarps Valley, close relative to the tall iron fence protection, gives a solid open sense of mystery. I sit on the pier, in addition to hear the whisper of wind, see the shame on the surface, but also to hear the foot of the popular sector bargaining in the cries heard ... ... When the glowing night painfully cold weather when bursts of fat cakes , I wish to enter this mountain travel fatigue after sleepless night rate. But the mountain will not let you sleep, it boldly crept through the window, flipping your clothing; pines will not let you sleep, he kept it out of the window Qing Yin; out of the moon will not let you sleep, it is as if the lake Baptist Man to man over, gently bathing you ... ...
I do not want to accompany me laden with dreams, in the house stay in bed until eight in the morning. Toilet completed, bitterly out of the door, one to go round and round fog, was there waiting for me. It seems to blow away the smoke, but also as clouds gather Xu, fog cloud of Health of the momentum, let me once again surprises mixed half. Eqing, a large cloud rose from the valley, has been in my Orbital rise, the bridge of the nose side, I sniffed it in the air. Which was then spread to go into a mirage vague looming large all over, in my wandering around, this time, Hill is also gone, trees are gone, people have gone, things have gone, I have freedom of the clouds varied Junli The Strolling, the whole body is surrounded by mist and clouds, heavy cloud or mist that intoxicated; or for that wash swept smoke floating to the bulk; or self-consciousness Mo; or oral absorption clouds, at the foot of raw tobacco; or forgotten in the fog in the mountain clouds the existence of this world and forget their existence; I knew the letter was to become a true "hole on the eight immortals" of the ... ...
When I finally reached the fairy population, it was vast sweeping landscapes of rivers; such as screen winding picturesque peaks; myriad back to the valley very close to the show must Gap; waves lake branch ditch, and disappeared together to mirror given to me when Yao. Once again, I found; the morning mist and sunset are a charming and sisters, they suddenly put the ribbon awarded to me empty; suddenly the light's Costume granted to me; suddenly poured into the Caiduan granted to me; suddenly the silver splendid waterfall of light granted to me ... ... I suspect that in the sea, the suspect in the blue sky, the suspect in the drawing, I do not want to move a step further ... ...
Nature sly Waite good luck to all of God, and did not tell it a secret, so most visitors, or the countless ages laity, still "do not know the truth" ... ...
Custom is popular in the noisy racket of the earth, is popular folk life in the desire to cross-flow. If a person really make their return from heart, back to nature, back to the strange magic of the Heavenly Creator, to live with is not power, not a mercenary, not fame, not the infighting and intrigues, not twisted into account of the machinations of the heart dried up, but Morrowind always full of the whisper that moment, night moon, bringing shame face, Greenfield Qingyin, people will forget the existence of customs body, joy of existence, the existence of Worry, shouted that the earthly existence of numerous, this may be a extraordinary, and is a "liberation", a "comfortable" Once upon a so-called. Discard all the burdens of life, the false, mechanical, stiff, fake, pretentious, cumbersome, Guaai, anxiety, jealousy are all forgotten, Cloud Nine, then why do not you go to mountain? Why do not you go to sea? Why do not you go to Mang roaming the forest no smoke some?
In this way, you will feel that you are actually able to reach the "Wonderland" ... ...
Street（二）
Waves of cold air blowing over the streets and people feel this bustling downtown where there are early winter chill. Shame and panic when I gradually ascended the footbridge, I saw both teams are talking to teams from that elderly pedestrians walk by, not one of them the bird to the old man look on a broken teacup .
"Are installed ... ..." A middle-aged man passing Pie Zhaozui said.
"I do not installed ... ..." a boy said to his mother.
A woman was holding on to their children through the bridge, she pointed to the moaning old woman begging the theories of the child: "Look, do not learn, will grow up like her ... ..."
The old man is still stubborn pedestrians to give each bird broke her cup, saying remarks crawled said countless times already feeble words. However, no attention is drawn to the cup is always empty, as the freezing winter in a mass of cold air ... ...
... ... Along the way, my mind confused. Always emerge out of chaos in the bird breaking the cup, a pair of thick legs, and that dirty wrinkles, and that the cold moving body se ... ... Then, after about half an hour, I read newspapers, and turned back to the People's Bank bridge. I saw the poor old man is still pleading with passers-by, or holding an empty tea pregnant bird, talking and laughing teams of groups of pedestrians, or no one wants to see her.
It was left contemptuously reviled ... ...
I quickly went to bank, take the money, I could go back directly, but I actually can not own land in the bank for a long time wandering the door ... ... finally, I still go back far in the way of the other side of the footbridge, I onto the bridge, an empty cup to the bird dropped into a new subconsciously notes ... ...
That thick swollen legs moved, blue face smiled: "thank you ... ah ... good!" Almost at the same time, I saw many faces of passers-by did not know, have dropped into the cup to empty bird the notes and the slot.
Ah, poor human power! You only need to move it a little speechless, how has the appeal to it!
... ... It is almost five p.m., and even more cool evening breeze. The evening sun over the horizon dyed orange. More bustling night market is coming. Emerged when the big hotels in the faint Gongchoujiaocuo the lemon, my illusion, only under the early winter dusk and evening that the sick old man. They stacked folded together, with the hustle and bustle of the city to dissolve in the sound ... ...
"Are installed ... ..." A middle-aged man passing Pie Zhaozui said.
"I do not installed ... ..." a boy said to his mother.
A woman was holding on to their children through the bridge, she pointed to the moaning old woman begging the theories of the child: "Look, do not learn, will grow up like her ... ..."
The old man is still stubborn pedestrians to give each bird broke her cup, saying remarks crawled said countless times already feeble words. However, no attention is drawn to the cup is always empty, as the freezing winter in a mass of cold air ... ...
... ... Along the way, my mind confused. Always emerge out of chaos in the bird breaking the cup, a pair of thick legs, and that dirty wrinkles, and that the cold moving body se ... ... Then, after about half an hour, I read newspapers, and turned back to the People's Bank bridge. I saw the poor old man is still pleading with passers-by, or holding an empty tea pregnant bird, talking and laughing teams of groups of pedestrians, or no one wants to see her.
It was left contemptuously reviled ... ...
I quickly went to bank, take the money, I could go back directly, but I actually can not own land in the bank for a long time wandering the door ... ... finally, I still go back far in the way of the other side of the footbridge, I onto the bridge, an empty cup to the bird dropped into a new subconsciously notes ... ...
That thick swollen legs moved, blue face smiled: "thank you ... ah ... good!" Almost at the same time, I saw many faces of passers-by did not know, have dropped into the cup to empty bird the notes and the slot.
Ah, poor human power! You only need to move it a little speechless, how has the appeal to it!
... ... It is almost five p.m., and even more cool evening breeze. The evening sun over the horizon dyed orange. More bustling night market is coming. Emerged when the big hotels in the faint Gongchoujiaocuo the lemon, my illusion, only under the early winter dusk and evening that the sick old man. They stacked folded together, with the hustle and bustle of the city to dissolve in the sound ... ...
Street（一）
About half past three p.m.'s circumstances, there is less than I from the accounting of medical expenses reimbursed. She did not cash, handed me a check.
I took the check and excitedly went to the bank. Street, full of surging crowd, shouting their wares, noises. Since the transformation of the Yangtze River Road after the road on both sides keep high-level arched buildings, increasingly crowded shopping malls, a wide variety of fashion colors and pop music, plus a variety of new stores opened, so that the bustling provincial capital in November Street, appeared rhythm Chuanji, bustling city like a spring.
I walked through the crowd, squeezed into banks, handed a check. Remove the check number, Miss unfamiliar to me, casually said: "The windows on the 16th to go ... ..."
I saw there was a long row of the team, try to figure out half past one Shihai not for me. So taking advantage of the "other" time, decided to go to the most prosperous of the lot four arches walk, where the window is proud provincial capital.
North wind blowing gently, only felt the slightest chill with. I went to the four arches press shops. Sideways in front of a pedestrian bridge, I must pass it. I step onto flyover leisurely steps, ready to cross the bridge ... ... Suddenly, a groaning sound in my ears: "I pray you good friends ... ... ... ... please, what!" I hope in the twinkling of an eye go, I saw a old woman, lying on the stairs, her hair gray, Pengshou dirt surface, thin clothes, half a body shivering in the cold. That blurred the eyes with tears, staring at my pocket tightly ... ...
I could not help her to stand down and looked carefully, I found she was struggling to kneel up to me Zuo Yi, I Huangde kept saying: "No, no, no ... ..." but inadvertently found her in the pants rotten one under exposed thick swollen legs, leg and serious disease that is clearly not frozen, but is clearly a terrible schistosomiasis patients! The other leg of her head could not bear to see people curled up too. My heart feel shocked, and tightening up. Look at which groups shivering in the cold dirt down-sick bad body, ragged pants, dirty black wrinkles, inability to prayer ... ... all are pulling moves my heart, I pity and exclaimed: ah! Poverty and disease, the life of this poor tortured cruel ah ... ...
She told me cite an old, empty tea pregnant. She implored, unsteadily, said: "good it! Good it! Beg you ... you ..."
I do not consciously feel their own pockets to go. But the touch all over the body, and did not touch the child of a slot!
I regret not installed your money out to go and ... ...
I took the check and excitedly went to the bank. Street, full of surging crowd, shouting their wares, noises. Since the transformation of the Yangtze River Road after the road on both sides keep high-level arched buildings, increasingly crowded shopping malls, a wide variety of fashion colors and pop music, plus a variety of new stores opened, so that the bustling provincial capital in November Street, appeared rhythm Chuanji, bustling city like a spring.
I walked through the crowd, squeezed into banks, handed a check. Remove the check number, Miss unfamiliar to me, casually said: "The windows on the 16th to go ... ..."
I saw there was a long row of the team, try to figure out half past one Shihai not for me. So taking advantage of the "other" time, decided to go to the most prosperous of the lot four arches walk, where the window is proud provincial capital.
North wind blowing gently, only felt the slightest chill with. I went to the four arches press shops. Sideways in front of a pedestrian bridge, I must pass it. I step onto flyover leisurely steps, ready to cross the bridge ... ... Suddenly, a groaning sound in my ears: "I pray you good friends ... ... ... ... please, what!" I hope in the twinkling of an eye go, I saw a old woman, lying on the stairs, her hair gray, Pengshou dirt surface, thin clothes, half a body shivering in the cold. That blurred the eyes with tears, staring at my pocket tightly ... ...
I could not help her to stand down and looked carefully, I found she was struggling to kneel up to me Zuo Yi, I Huangde kept saying: "No, no, no ... ..." but inadvertently found her in the pants rotten one under exposed thick swollen legs, leg and serious disease that is clearly not frozen, but is clearly a terrible schistosomiasis patients! The other leg of her head could not bear to see people curled up too. My heart feel shocked, and tightening up. Look at which groups shivering in the cold dirt down-sick bad body, ragged pants, dirty black wrinkles, inability to prayer ... ... all are pulling moves my heart, I pity and exclaimed: ah! Poverty and disease, the life of this poor tortured cruel ah ... ...
She told me cite an old, empty tea pregnant. She implored, unsteadily, said: "good it! Good it! Beg you ... you ..."
I do not consciously feel their own pockets to go. But the touch all over the body, and did not touch the child of a slot!
I regret not installed your money out to go and ... ...
Me and my prose（五）
I have a very long time on TV, as a general concept, even if the bubble Gao Chuangzuo should play like to engage in drama, so at least you can make big money, but I do not shop and go in the end, or what can be accomplished, because I did not interest and opportunity, and I thank Ming Ming among its own destiny, not by the results of all the arrangements themselves, or even all just meant to be. I feel my youth, what feathers are wet through the rain, walking fast or running fast but is slow to fly, to fly low is also very heavy to fly, but now I do not think so, I still have to move forward , run yes run any, but I still dream of flying like the others do also like to run, is called leopard change Bingxing difficult to move, approaching old also was counting on others to actually fly, because I always believe that they have sky the potential of fly by hi ... ... can appeal to angry to think to curse can sing and dance to music to dance, maybe what time around you will say: "Ah! This one really fly high ah! sitting in Shenzhou spacecraft ah! "But really what will happen? The original intention was that all. Dedication to a certain young age should be "your heart" "Let it be" the.
Blink of an eye has reached the age of today, there have been ups and downs over the past there have been a loss, there have been failures and there have been successful. I worked for failed distress, glad for the success, and now seems to listen to the voice of fate telling me: do not distress, not lucky. Social phenomena, all of the beginning and end are the same. I live like everyone else in the process.
There is always one way with their hard, so trying to find fault with others, of course, not so much with my writing style is against themselves, not as good as that I am writing from prose writing, especially to get from the unique pleasure.
Write and happy with, and this is my prose complex, this is my way of life, and this is the joy of my prose style ... ...
I still often find time to write my essay.
Blink of an eye has reached the age of today, there have been ups and downs over the past there have been a loss, there have been failures and there have been successful. I worked for failed distress, glad for the success, and now seems to listen to the voice of fate telling me: do not distress, not lucky. Social phenomena, all of the beginning and end are the same. I live like everyone else in the process.
There is always one way with their hard, so trying to find fault with others, of course, not so much with my writing style is against themselves, not as good as that I am writing from prose writing, especially to get from the unique pleasure.
Write and happy with, and this is my prose complex, this is my way of life, and this is the joy of my prose style ... ...
I still often find time to write my essay.
Me and my prose（四）
For the interests of those trends for the life of fame and fortune as the people who will take the name of the first great novels do. You're not world-famous Chinese they will not buy from you. So desperate to have people shamelessly promote their own hype themselves, and even self-proclaimed "master" of the people there. Sometimes I see some people confused, puzzled, and very proud of their casual, easy to walk in front of people, I respectfully behaved so hard Cengceng Why?
So sometimes can not help but also some confusion, even when writing prose will dip over the idea of other troubles, from time to time to start another dream ... These are the past ... good and bad things. Finally dreams too hard, do not do anything, do not want to do, or to push the stone, to write my essay. One day I would like to use a basket and a basket of those puzzle a little Eden of stone, regardless of the time and trouble to roam when depressed about it, would also do in the end, the confusion will be confusion in the end, the music would be happy in the end of the , I am facing the water photos, I cry you will laugh, I laugh you will cry, and I think as I simply go its own way so, anyway, the road back, with each taking one side, why should I care about social mockery, others get me wrong, the interests of neglect me, despise me businessmen, writers who like me ... ... All in all the eyes are on me? I have my own dedication and preferences, is it not difficult to buy for my extremely heavy alone love?
To this day, although I also wrote a number of other forms of work, but I still did not give up their prose, through the time of the Xilian, wunderkind worth mentioning late bloomer worth mentioning, everything is no longer important. The ancients asked, "Man can Ampang, Wu can be country" into a big party is a person, but I think that there is such a writer's ability? This capability at least I do not touch on the. But I feel the value of their own, this value is large or small cattle or horse is what is not said by someone else to go, I do not feel no beds many very commonplace enough.
So sometimes can not help but also some confusion, even when writing prose will dip over the idea of other troubles, from time to time to start another dream ... These are the past ... good and bad things. Finally dreams too hard, do not do anything, do not want to do, or to push the stone, to write my essay. One day I would like to use a basket and a basket of those puzzle a little Eden of stone, regardless of the time and trouble to roam when depressed about it, would also do in the end, the confusion will be confusion in the end, the music would be happy in the end of the , I am facing the water photos, I cry you will laugh, I laugh you will cry, and I think as I simply go its own way so, anyway, the road back, with each taking one side, why should I care about social mockery, others get me wrong, the interests of neglect me, despise me businessmen, writers who like me ... ... All in all the eyes are on me? I have my own dedication and preferences, is it not difficult to buy for my extremely heavy alone love?
To this day, although I also wrote a number of other forms of work, but I still did not give up their prose, through the time of the Xilian, wunderkind worth mentioning late bloomer worth mentioning, everything is no longer important. The ancients asked, "Man can Ampang, Wu can be country" into a big party is a person, but I think that there is such a writer's ability? This capability at least I do not touch on the. But I feel the value of their own, this value is large or small cattle or horse is what is not said by someone else to go, I do not feel no beds many very commonplace enough.
Me and my prose（三）
So I asked myself: what I get it?
I have been proud of, or the capital: I have published twenty or thirty books, including a dozen essays, "Xingyue read" "Huai style" "ten Grass," "Ocean xi tie" again and again all the award-winning books and other prose writings, works have been translated into foreign countries, was elected "China's New Elite Selected Prose," "China's fine prose highlights" and "Ying xi bar" and a finalist for single works high school Chinese textbooks, I have a crystal type more than nine characters, and a variety of stately crown, on television, usually newspapers, at the national level writer, senior editor, the old members of the Chinese Writers Association, Chinese Prose Literature Society and the Chinese report Society, Chinese Folk Art Painters Association, and so the title of a long list of formal organizations, which, it not also be proud of the glory of it?
But in the midst of the social atmosphere, everything seemed less important, the glory of another person's feelings, their own sense of pride and everything, Department of Nothingness, the only work is real. Some people even as famous as a successful achievement, the greater the well-known achievements of the greater nature, like the nursery children than the size of their father's official general, love to the reputation of writers, I still not quite sure what level they are part fame? In fact, the famous and powerful will always be two different things. I think his blog, run in a circle, "the elite of Chinese Literature", where there are a lot of broad knowledge of literature with rich experience splendid literary talent elite, the works that they have a high literary and aesthetic value, has been willing to grass-roots remained in obscurity. Compared to them, I really very lucky very lucky. I think the fate of works and also, it is a definite number. I wrote a "successful wake up words," to tell people the three elements of success: the opportunity first, background second to third. If you have success factors of your talents and efforts, but it still needs the final opportunity or background to help. If you have to light the lack of opportunities or personal efforts, the background you still can not succeed. Now the speculation is the background of the community, and speculation was rampant could there be so walls have known and therefore there were unscrupulous. You can but not well known or not the name (if known as achievement), know your people will give you a nickname called "underappreciated." Bloomer before the age of 83 are "underappreciated", if he ultimately never quite emperor, he will end his life unknown.
I have been proud of, or the capital: I have published twenty or thirty books, including a dozen essays, "Xingyue read" "Huai style" "ten Grass," "Ocean xi tie" again and again all the award-winning books and other prose writings, works have been translated into foreign countries, was elected "China's New Elite Selected Prose," "China's fine prose highlights" and "Ying xi bar" and a finalist for single works high school Chinese textbooks, I have a crystal type more than nine characters, and a variety of stately crown, on television, usually newspapers, at the national level writer, senior editor, the old members of the Chinese Writers Association, Chinese Prose Literature Society and the Chinese report Society, Chinese Folk Art Painters Association, and so the title of a long list of formal organizations, which, it not also be proud of the glory of it?
But in the midst of the social atmosphere, everything seemed less important, the glory of another person's feelings, their own sense of pride and everything, Department of Nothingness, the only work is real. Some people even as famous as a successful achievement, the greater the well-known achievements of the greater nature, like the nursery children than the size of their father's official general, love to the reputation of writers, I still not quite sure what level they are part fame? In fact, the famous and powerful will always be two different things. I think his blog, run in a circle, "the elite of Chinese Literature", where there are a lot of broad knowledge of literature with rich experience splendid literary talent elite, the works that they have a high literary and aesthetic value, has been willing to grass-roots remained in obscurity. Compared to them, I really very lucky very lucky. I think the fate of works and also, it is a definite number. I wrote a "successful wake up words," to tell people the three elements of success: the opportunity first, background second to third. If you have success factors of your talents and efforts, but it still needs the final opportunity or background to help. If you have to light the lack of opportunities or personal efforts, the background you still can not succeed. Now the speculation is the background of the community, and speculation was rampant could there be so walls have known and therefore there were unscrupulous. You can but not well known or not the name (if known as achievement), know your people will give you a nickname called "underappreciated." Bloomer before the age of 83 are "underappreciated", if he ultimately never quite emperor, he will end his life unknown.
Me and my prose（二）
Some of fate and a sense of Zen. I have always believed Rengeyouzhi, people have dreams. However, anyone who blogs or it can become a dream feel? As I left to write prose, like poetry, this is not diverted to transfer more than not interested in change in feelings, or even mention is the new choice, everything is self serve in the purely innocent in nature and in order to smooth original mind. Buddha told us in the distant era of "impermanence", "dharmas Empty," and we human beings always have the order often arrange for their own life goals, without which does not become human. Our pursuit is not a real vanity. Although the material things, acquisitiveness, lust, desire, and so were many redundant will bring many of their burden, but we always still have to pursue it persistent, stubborn not the heart to leave it. Perhaps it is because the intention of such an obsession, and I for a long time to write essays with their main focus, to put it nicely is a pursuit, to put an objective point of paranoia is a personality and interest on the preference.
I wrote a number of years, of course, wrote and published many essays, but I'm still me. Remember to its peak, the text was persuaded I abandoned politics, do not write, and then take the political path is very popular to the condition that I was completely mixed with a an official post, but I write prose is enjoyable, could not bear to abandon pen, still writing. Unlike literary fame and fortune from the close social activities, and it even allows you to make you lonely lonely. Gone on to a non-or the old, someone told me: "should Mituzhifan, the Offer to be a writer, what? Mention or prose writers?" Unfortunately, I sink deeper and deeper in prose, simply to go its own way, never tired of.
Blink of an eye, "middle age" and had, the confusion still a lot of things, sometimes Guyingzilian, would like to return to the past there was located a little comfort, so he continued to my prose. Eccentric nature of my character, because the rules of the world very lightly, so the community ignored me, the fate of mocking me, like the West Fuxi only push stones and pushed down again, down again and again, gradually, not to write prose other, only to find a way to a break up the monotony of children. Those models to the line of the road, friends, or picked up a fortune when, as I understand, pity pity to say that I: "With your condition as good, you really should not go that way ah!"
I wrote a number of years, of course, wrote and published many essays, but I'm still me. Remember to its peak, the text was persuaded I abandoned politics, do not write, and then take the political path is very popular to the condition that I was completely mixed with a an official post, but I write prose is enjoyable, could not bear to abandon pen, still writing. Unlike literary fame and fortune from the close social activities, and it even allows you to make you lonely lonely. Gone on to a non-or the old, someone told me: "should Mituzhifan, the Offer to be a writer, what? Mention or prose writers?" Unfortunately, I sink deeper and deeper in prose, simply to go its own way, never tired of.
Blink of an eye, "middle age" and had, the confusion still a lot of things, sometimes Guyingzilian, would like to return to the past there was located a little comfort, so he continued to my prose. Eccentric nature of my character, because the rules of the world very lightly, so the community ignored me, the fate of mocking me, like the West Fuxi only push stones and pushed down again, down again and again, gradually, not to write prose other, only to find a way to a break up the monotony of children. Those models to the line of the road, friends, or picked up a fortune when, as I understand, pity pity to say that I: "With your condition as good, you really should not go that way ah!"
Me and my prose（一）
When I was four hundred thousand words long new book "dust wrong" about to hit the press, my heart has a lot of emotion. Over the years I have been writing novels, from three hundred thousand words "red Yearbook" to half a million words, the lower part of "beauty slope," I gave myself a lot of confidence. Especially when the "beauty slope" have published a wide range of social impact and economic effects by as much as I desire to create novel the feeling of warm spring breezes. It is said to have been my age and condition should enjoy life, but writing is not so much a cause or liability, as it is a habit a way of life. Like Rodin said: the feelings of people always have to be attached, or attached to a person or attached to one thing, enough to live comfortably in the state to engage in creation, and its hard as it is made a habit of life or is a spiritual release and freedom.
There is always recent writer friend asked me: You seem to change course it? I'm surprised a moment, I know they mean longer than usual to write essays to do. Yes ah, Did I forget that I was born to write prose writers? Thinking back 20 years ago, I was as prose achievements by the Chinese Writers Association admitted to membership. In fact, there is no creative boundaries, the text in the image of the same reasons the "truth", and to write prose poetry writing fiction writing plays, as long as there is genuine feeling the creative impulse, every form of literature can make your state breeze brilliance ... ... Looking back, I understand and prose is really the origin with a young man hi the early poems, for publishing a poem often complacent, and then to hope to have more opportunities to express themselves and form, perhaps more than Han prose emotional component, from the poem recently, then played a pleasure to write essays. Writing prose seemed relaxed, casual, Zhaobi written, Scenery written, it is music in the fun.
In fact, from the personal creation of history, the longest of my financial ability prose. I really have a lot of years writing prose, that is what first? Era from a dream it? Why choose prose? I kept thinking, there are a number of distant thoughts. Some of fate and a sense of Zen. I have always believed Rengeyouzhi, people have dreams. However, anyone who blogs or it can become a dream feel? As I left to write prose, like poetry, this is not diverted to transfer more than not interested in change in feelings, or even mention is the new choice, everything is self serve in the purely innocent in nature and in order to smooth original mind. Buddha told us in the distant era of "impermanence", "dharmas Empty," and we human beings always have the order often arrange for their own life goals, without which does not become human. Our pursuit is not a real vanity. Although the material things, acquisitiveness, lust, desire, and so were many redundant will bring many of their burden, but we always still have to pursue it persistent, stubborn not the heart to leave it. Perhaps it is because the intention of such an obsession, and I for a long time to write essays with their main focus, to put it nicely is a pursuit, to put an objective point of paranoia is a personality and interest on the preference.
There is always recent writer friend asked me: You seem to change course it? I'm surprised a moment, I know they mean longer than usual to write essays to do. Yes ah, Did I forget that I was born to write prose writers? Thinking back 20 years ago, I was as prose achievements by the Chinese Writers Association admitted to membership. In fact, there is no creative boundaries, the text in the image of the same reasons the "truth", and to write prose poetry writing fiction writing plays, as long as there is genuine feeling the creative impulse, every form of literature can make your state breeze brilliance ... ... Looking back, I understand and prose is really the origin with a young man hi the early poems, for publishing a poem often complacent, and then to hope to have more opportunities to express themselves and form, perhaps more than Han prose emotional component, from the poem recently, then played a pleasure to write essays. Writing prose seemed relaxed, casual, Zhaobi written, Scenery written, it is music in the fun.
In fact, from the personal creation of history, the longest of my financial ability prose. I really have a lot of years writing prose, that is what first? Era from a dream it? Why choose prose? I kept thinking, there are a number of distant thoughts. Some of fate and a sense of Zen. I have always believed Rengeyouzhi, people have dreams. However, anyone who blogs or it can become a dream feel? As I left to write prose, like poetry, this is not diverted to transfer more than not interested in change in feelings, or even mention is the new choice, everything is self serve in the purely innocent in nature and in order to smooth original mind. Buddha told us in the distant era of "impermanence", "dharmas Empty," and we human beings always have the order often arrange for their own life goals, without which does not become human. Our pursuit is not a real vanity. Although the material things, acquisitiveness, lust, desire, and so were many redundant will bring many of their burden, but we always still have to pursue it persistent, stubborn not the heart to leave it. Perhaps it is because the intention of such an obsession, and I for a long time to write essays with their main focus, to put it nicely is a pursuit, to put an objective point of paranoia is a personality and interest on the preference.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
There is a "hanging pot", warming the local（六）
I dream of the magical mother repeat it again. Said the mother, in fact, is a top good Uncle, his mountain bamboo sticks are sticks that support fetish, in addition to hog, there are even more wonderful use, and that is scraping. Whoever made of heat stroke fever, Uncle Mountain bamboo stick with a few more to draw marks on your back and India, will be able to know your hair type of fever. Black marks printed on Ning called Yin fever, blood-red marks creeping India called leech fever, fever and discharge fever also heartbroken. Heartbroken most insidious fever fever and draining the one hand, spit on one side gripes discharged, to save her entire people will die because of dehydration. Every patient with heat stroke, Uncle three scratches to know the sort, then Hill has eyes like a long bamboo stick, scrape along the body's meridian lines in the black trace, fever scraping out, drink a bowl of salt water on the safe things.
Tired and sweating like the tri patients did not take a penny. Give him a cigarette, but also treasure to pinch into several small cut and eat. Do not underestimate the importance of the mother country folk enjoin Well said, good people such as Uncle deserves our respect. I have never seen a live demonstration of tri scraping treatment, but the Okanagan Mountain bright orange thief bamboo sticks, together with a pinch of yellow hair that Uncle chin, made me remember my home in less than hundred meters from the south gate foot of the wall, there is such a good country soul ugly hanging pot.
His lifetime he did not hear the scraping technique stubbornly granted Aunt. Fever when he died of heat stroke made people think of him, his three daughters actually come forward apricot, Okanagan Mountain bamboo sticks in hand, facing the patient, the way the momentum a little bit better than Uncle difference . And she is your mother taught martial arts. Art theft is the Aunt or Uncle she was originally the master. Aunt did not say, no one can answer it.
Tired and sweating like the tri patients did not take a penny. Give him a cigarette, but also treasure to pinch into several small cut and eat. Do not underestimate the importance of the mother country folk enjoin Well said, good people such as Uncle deserves our respect. I have never seen a live demonstration of tri scraping treatment, but the Okanagan Mountain bright orange thief bamboo sticks, together with a pinch of yellow hair that Uncle chin, made me remember my home in less than hundred meters from the south gate foot of the wall, there is such a good country soul ugly hanging pot.
His lifetime he did not hear the scraping technique stubbornly granted Aunt. Fever when he died of heat stroke made people think of him, his three daughters actually come forward apricot, Okanagan Mountain bamboo sticks in hand, facing the patient, the way the momentum a little bit better than Uncle difference . And she is your mother taught martial arts. Art theft is the Aunt or Uncle she was originally the master. Aunt did not say, no one can answer it.
There is a "hanging pot", warming the local（五）
Like in my childhood in India. Uncle Danzhou speaking person, then the North Shore people, in fact, is not young sixties tall thin old man. He moved to the ancient city of the ancient city of more than ten years can not learn words. The ancient people have some jerky and awkward with words Danzhou to call him Uncle pro ni. Uncle Ho Ho Gong, so speak with dignity and honor of the ancient city of good people so respected.
Uncle sparse hair, high bone, cheeks like a deflated volleyball gallbladder, the right tip of a handful of Long Hui Mao Pakistan. A bit like the movie "symphony" in the San Ye Zuo Shandiao. Talk like a cold drake, the Foreign Secretary that do not Jiaoren like. To the beginning of the ancient city of guy he is a hog, boar Zai Zai by his countless castrated eunuch develop into pigs. I have seen him in the kind of pig Shangwang castration cruel and happy process.
He does not have a scalpel, no surgical suture, relying on the small finger of a section of barbed bamboo sticks, sewing needle and thread, and adjust the bottom of the pot with castor oil, ash. Castration, the pig the main hands, grasp the front foot volley brought pigs, Uncle Mozhun left lower abdomen in pig testicular location, right in your mouth will water the thorn of imported stained bamboo stick and into a barrel at the target , out of a critical, two bright emitting prompt the testicles elbow, then the left thumb and index finger and quickly clamp holding, forced a twist, like a Guadi broken, with the piglets screaming, bloody imports fell into the testes of a large bowl. Bottom of the pot and then suture coated with black ash. Uncle to come by under the sly face has been hanging hung smile, cry father Jiaoniang pigs make him more and more excited, he patted the pig's ass, honey, do not cry, do not blame me, blame your house to complain to the owner, he told me so dry. Talked, the main delivery to the pig's two cents into the wide waistband inside. Then thorn bamboo stick in his mouth again, the next round of castration.
Surgical castration is so barbaric not even simple case of infection or death. Pig immunity and vitality is extraordinary, unique skills or Uncle of the unique possession of unfathomable mystery. Flanagan hill bamboo sticks in particular is just waving a magic wand straight. People wonder, admiration, fascination. Uncle of the hog as well as radius of hundred miles in the city, as the number of the boar into a hog farm, the world can be described only solution, and no one can
Period of time at night I often dream, every dream that the first branch has a tri mountain bamboo stick, it keeps displaying the magic as I like. It is in my exams to become a god pen, graceful, problem solved; while it is a fishing rod, tap ha, a fish would jump into the creel section; while he was a pistol, aimed at Film (symphony) in the bandit chieftain Zuo Shandiao (in fact, when the image is tri) fired three shots into his collapsing dead. The dream is full of pleasant and pleasure.
Uncle sparse hair, high bone, cheeks like a deflated volleyball gallbladder, the right tip of a handful of Long Hui Mao Pakistan. A bit like the movie "symphony" in the San Ye Zuo Shandiao. Talk like a cold drake, the Foreign Secretary that do not Jiaoren like. To the beginning of the ancient city of guy he is a hog, boar Zai Zai by his countless castrated eunuch develop into pigs. I have seen him in the kind of pig Shangwang castration cruel and happy process.
He does not have a scalpel, no surgical suture, relying on the small finger of a section of barbed bamboo sticks, sewing needle and thread, and adjust the bottom of the pot with castor oil, ash. Castration, the pig the main hands, grasp the front foot volley brought pigs, Uncle Mozhun left lower abdomen in pig testicular location, right in your mouth will water the thorn of imported stained bamboo stick and into a barrel at the target , out of a critical, two bright emitting prompt the testicles elbow, then the left thumb and index finger and quickly clamp holding, forced a twist, like a Guadi broken, with the piglets screaming, bloody imports fell into the testes of a large bowl. Bottom of the pot and then suture coated with black ash. Uncle to come by under the sly face has been hanging hung smile, cry father Jiaoniang pigs make him more and more excited, he patted the pig's ass, honey, do not cry, do not blame me, blame your house to complain to the owner, he told me so dry. Talked, the main delivery to the pig's two cents into the wide waistband inside. Then thorn bamboo stick in his mouth again, the next round of castration.
Surgical castration is so barbaric not even simple case of infection or death. Pig immunity and vitality is extraordinary, unique skills or Uncle of the unique possession of unfathomable mystery. Flanagan hill bamboo sticks in particular is just waving a magic wand straight. People wonder, admiration, fascination. Uncle of the hog as well as radius of hundred miles in the city, as the number of the boar into a hog farm, the world can be described only solution, and no one can
Period of time at night I often dream, every dream that the first branch has a tri mountain bamboo stick, it keeps displaying the magic as I like. It is in my exams to become a god pen, graceful, problem solved; while it is a fishing rod, tap ha, a fish would jump into the creel section; while he was a pistol, aimed at Film (symphony) in the bandit chieftain Zuo Shandiao (in fact, when the image is tri) fired three shots into his collapsing dead. The dream is full of pleasant and pleasure.
There is a "hanging pot", warming the local（四）
Late Qing Dynasty. Cousin's grandfather had been a warden, he strict canon, but to treat prisoners. One concern often intervene and robbers sentenced to death. Or to help him shave shaving, or buy some food and wine with his drink. Robber grateful, before execution when he said, I have a fracture of the remedies rule, anyway, I die to go to the useless Liuzaishishang, pass it to you be famous, you can try. Robber is written the names of a few herbs, and chicken embryo formation, and imports granted a system of law and usage. Grandfather skeptical, is true has never been tried. His grandfather left behind after the death of this recipe, uncle brother and some things that are not credible culprits, only to have this cousin's father, Zeidan. He was a farmer, then a few herbs to taste all day long in his prostrate Agrocybe to corner, why not try a back to see if true. Cousin, the Dragon Boat Festival that year, just at the north gate river beach with a broken right forearm were wrestling. So Take the cousin to a trial, the drug is really extraordinary, bone recover from illness more than three weeks after the cousin, and that stronger musculoskeletal more robust than the previous. The trial has finally witnessed the magic of these herbs, confirmed the death of the bandit leader's sincere repentance. Although they are very carefully chosen cousin, low profile, but the pain has to choose their doctors to be on this street.
Since then, cousin, family room containing a two deer that relief of very old arcade, who are looking to become the bone of the facade. Living room side and side to write more than a "bone Kathrine", "Xuanhujishi" banner. Later, someone came and robbers doctors master the rhetoric, as slander and subversion cousin's reputation. The smell of imported water from where the flow out, think of that jealous of this family are associated disease, but can not stop the fluttering sound of the wind is already a broken fence.
Cousin saw my mother's x-ray film, said that the site can access only the operation is on the plate, but the surgical risk to bear, if using herbs, three to solve the problem, but it will become crippled. Cousin speaking voice is low, but every word sounds crushing. I naturally choose herbal medicine, I believe, cousin, even walks like a mother to be the Fan Wei Zhao Maiguai , step mother did not want to follow the path into the forest three po netherworld. So get the medicine from his home three times and spent less than one hundred dollars, forty days after the mother will be able to get out of bed with a plastic chair for a break in the slow line to walk, and, wait to the end regardless of the sea Hainan powder food store, to the plum jade peach tree house to listen to Aunt Lord handless winecup Danzhou tune singing voice, continue to enjoy the good times of life.
I wanted to give one side a banner written words of praise to Thanksgiving cousin, a move sure to be honest introverted cousin refused. When my father was alive, he said a lot of banners hung, but I am a farmer by the farm to eat, pick up some of the herbal treatment is to lift a finger bone, but whatever they ask for nothing more, and the number of doctors is not granted, hanging those things do. I admire cousin's remarks, but I still want to sneak behind his back, the robbers who presented before execution of the details of the recipe, written in a "renowned chef and robbers," the novel.
Since then, cousin, family room containing a two deer that relief of very old arcade, who are looking to become the bone of the facade. Living room side and side to write more than a "bone Kathrine", "Xuanhujishi" banner. Later, someone came and robbers doctors master the rhetoric, as slander and subversion cousin's reputation. The smell of imported water from where the flow out, think of that jealous of this family are associated disease, but can not stop the fluttering sound of the wind is already a broken fence.
Cousin saw my mother's x-ray film, said that the site can access only the operation is on the plate, but the surgical risk to bear, if using herbs, three to solve the problem, but it will become crippled. Cousin speaking voice is low, but every word sounds crushing. I naturally choose herbal medicine, I believe, cousin, even walks like a mother to be the Fan Wei Zhao Maiguai , step mother did not want to follow the path into the forest three po netherworld. So get the medicine from his home three times and spent less than one hundred dollars, forty days after the mother will be able to get out of bed with a plastic chair for a break in the slow line to walk, and, wait to the end regardless of the sea Hainan powder food store, to the plum jade peach tree house to listen to Aunt Lord handless winecup Danzhou tune singing voice, continue to enjoy the good times of life.
I wanted to give one side a banner written words of praise to Thanksgiving cousin, a move sure to be honest introverted cousin refused. When my father was alive, he said a lot of banners hung, but I am a farmer by the farm to eat, pick up some of the herbal treatment is to lift a finger bone, but whatever they ask for nothing more, and the number of doctors is not granted, hanging those things do. I admire cousin's remarks, but I still want to sneak behind his back, the robbers who presented before execution of the details of the recipe, written in a "renowned chef and robbers," the novel.
There is a "hanging pot", warming the local（三）
My mother unwilling to loneliness. Eighty-one quivering rubbing-year-old took to the streets to see the international bicycle race around the island's foreign devils. On the pavement, was a two-wheeled motorcycle ride four knocked out. Life is hard, but a broken right hip bones. Lying in bed unable to move, day and night Straight Open methotrexate. Hospital orthopedic surgeons view, and said, surgery on the plate to stay in hospital, about two million of money, because the older restore at least a year or more, or ... ... can not be fully restored. One to undergo an operation, the money we take care affordable, that is, think of the three woman shortly before the forest, but also for being car severing the backs and less than six months after surgery were gone. Memories of a lesson, let mother on the operating table it? How can be saved without surgery? Is difficult when I suddenly remembered the home of a cousin ------ farmers with herbal treatment of bone fractures. Unanimous consent of all the dead horse as any measure. Are difficult to move and stand up to Britain wave, and I took x-rays and a glimmer of hope flew back home.
Cousin living in the streets. This arcade stands on both sides look quite able to endure construction style Nanyang Street, allows you to unexpected cousin actually lived like that kind of farming families. Business done by hand and do the peasants living in the same street, sympathetic. This is what I still do not understand and often take pride in the article, the characteristics of a so-called Chen landscape. Passage of time, Street, and its symbiotic people can not afford to vicissitudes and fireworks off the color.
Where every household has a wide variety of living skills. In addition to doing farm cousin, was also valid in front of the unique skills bone healing. It's wonderful is that, taken to the edge of a farm field a few herbs with chicken flavor tires, rotten piles on the stone mortar, adjusting medicines pancake, three of the drug will be able to win the victory, the solution you are anxious, your stretching and mobility, but also you intact. There are even more peculiar is that a person received elsewhere crooked feet or hands, cousin to mind to cut the weight to the next succeed. That moment should have courage Kacha have medicine, you can not go wrong, or signs from the hit self-destruct reputation. Words with a cousin called Zeidan. This Zeidan is not groundless. Because herbal cousin of the bone, is a death sentence handed down robbers.
Cousin living in the streets. This arcade stands on both sides look quite able to endure construction style Nanyang Street, allows you to unexpected cousin actually lived like that kind of farming families. Business done by hand and do the peasants living in the same street, sympathetic. This is what I still do not understand and often take pride in the article, the characteristics of a so-called Chen landscape. Passage of time, Street, and its symbiotic people can not afford to vicissitudes and fireworks off the color.
Where every household has a wide variety of living skills. In addition to doing farm cousin, was also valid in front of the unique skills bone healing. It's wonderful is that, taken to the edge of a farm field a few herbs with chicken flavor tires, rotten piles on the stone mortar, adjusting medicines pancake, three of the drug will be able to win the victory, the solution you are anxious, your stretching and mobility, but also you intact. There are even more peculiar is that a person received elsewhere crooked feet or hands, cousin to mind to cut the weight to the next succeed. That moment should have courage Kacha have medicine, you can not go wrong, or signs from the hit self-destruct reputation. Words with a cousin called Zeidan. This Zeidan is not groundless. Because herbal cousin of the bone, is a death sentence handed down robbers.
There is a "hanging pot", warming the local（二）
Think of it many years later, as if dreaming. The magic of black beauty creams can not understand are still used to praised the sweat on the ridge between the three Zhanglao joke Bao short black mask askew under the eaves are still lingering in mind as, to be recycled parents too. Zhang Lao cure shin and three breast cancer recognized as the godson had more than a dozen dry daughter. Now, as a doctor, I'm really not in the black salve and how the judge between Western medicine. Old Zhang also said the three used as a medicine-not the centipede and other deep toad lizard medicine for what ethereal elements. Are not taught to search for three Zhanglao the mystery of these legend Warren wonderful technique, but could not dig three Zhanglao deployment of drugs developed a private secrets. .
Unfortunately, the years turned another turn did not keep a good man. Jingzhe day. The buffalo in heat two lovers are picked up for the battle horn can not wait to rival put to death, fighting to a small road to being knocked down three Zhanglao collected herbs, and his head was seriously injured, had a brain haemorrhage, and soon dead. Henghuo devoid of flying a hot soul. Five days of thunder hit two killer sentenced to death, stripped of its skin taste of the meat still understand people's hearts for ever. Fortunately, the blood does not linger but never fishes continuously Local hanging pot still is still hot rolling palm years. That is his son Zhang Da. Is also a rough black face of the man, through the many piles of time and space, inherited his father, also provoked the burden of hanging pots.
I vaguely remember, from the streets of the south end of East street, and stepping on the grass Xiaopi pond, and then stood off to the east of plum tree piece of road on both sides of the cave is the home of Zhang third. Whether or low eaves of his house Aiwuji the old look, or made of reinforced concrete with a new house. Alley, black and yellow male dog bitch still made love in the light days of the day, breeding their children and grandchildren. The taste of cow dung and pig quietly tell you that the alley was full of stories of farming families. The story inside, with my knees crying godfather voice.
Unfortunately, the years turned another turn did not keep a good man. Jingzhe day. The buffalo in heat two lovers are picked up for the battle horn can not wait to rival put to death, fighting to a small road to being knocked down three Zhanglao collected herbs, and his head was seriously injured, had a brain haemorrhage, and soon dead. Henghuo devoid of flying a hot soul. Five days of thunder hit two killer sentenced to death, stripped of its skin taste of the meat still understand people's hearts for ever. Fortunately, the blood does not linger but never fishes continuously Local hanging pot still is still hot rolling palm years. That is his son Zhang Da. Is also a rough black face of the man, through the many piles of time and space, inherited his father, also provoked the burden of hanging pots.
I vaguely remember, from the streets of the south end of East street, and stepping on the grass Xiaopi pond, and then stood off to the east of plum tree piece of road on both sides of the cave is the home of Zhang third. Whether or low eaves of his house Aiwuji the old look, or made of reinforced concrete with a new house. Alley, black and yellow male dog bitch still made love in the light days of the day, breeding their children and grandchildren. The taste of cow dung and pig quietly tell you that the alley was full of stories of farming families. The story inside, with my knees crying godfather voice.
There is a "hanging pot", warming the local（一）
There is a "hanging pot", warming the local
"Xuanhujishi" the word first appeared in (of the Later Han, alchemy biography, a long room transfer fee). Puji beings in medical technology, is the benevolence of the Order of Medical Ethics eulogy. Doctor saving lives, that is, the basic save the world, no people, Where is the world. "Hanging pot" is, quite strange. In my to apply, it is unable to find a more appropriate name to give my pen such doctors. Photo of a black and cream up to 24 hours to crush the abscess, the solution you nasty. Quarter Erdie day with a bag of herbs can be abdominal bulging belly to soothe you, understand your food plot stomach inflation worries. Apricot hand scraping a section of mountain bamboo sticks, you can loose heat stroke fever of the disease. My cousin's a packet of herbs two plywood, can cure you do not have surgery on the fracture of steel bars. They do not hold on what medical schools license to practice medicine, physicians can not be labeled as the name, they are barefoot foot ridge of local responsive doctor on call original, to pick to pick, or take the "hanging pot" the word to show Magnolia and respect.
Root length of his right leg when I was seven, had a swelling of unknown toxicity, pain and unable to walk during the day and then night. The fight for a few days in the medical needle does not work, doctors were helpless, and said, scared to give the county hospital surgical operation, but I am afraid you can not hide forever surgery cuts the nerve path. Doctors are contradictory tone, the mother is a heavy heart. One is money, second, fear of surgery. When cornered, diagonal door over his wife just married Mrs. Yao said, look for six of the Zhanglao three, he made a black and cream, can cure boils. Yao Sao introverted gold imports is difficult to open, the mother finally listened to his words. Try holding the mind behind my back to find Zhanglao III.
The third is a bad guy Zhanglao old man, looks like the stage of Bao Gong. He took off my pants, gently touch, the affected area. Calls out that the Sanyisanyi Do not you be afraid, three children creams protect your home into a mausoleum, "the grass on the fly." Zhang Lao and mother when they were young they played three theatrical troupe, and his humor to ease the mother's heart in half. He also said to cure after going to recognize me for the godfather your child. Mother said that to gold to silver is not, I do godson. Told his mother how the three Zhanglao with medication, to the three black-cream only to six cents. Posted three Zhanglao three black ointment, nine days after I Beiqishubao school. Without the advice Mrs. Yao, if not mother's decision and, if not Zhanglao three black ointment, what I will become useless it.
"Xuanhujishi" the word first appeared in (of the Later Han, alchemy biography, a long room transfer fee). Puji beings in medical technology, is the benevolence of the Order of Medical Ethics eulogy. Doctor saving lives, that is, the basic save the world, no people, Where is the world. "Hanging pot" is, quite strange. In my to apply, it is unable to find a more appropriate name to give my pen such doctors. Photo of a black and cream up to 24 hours to crush the abscess, the solution you nasty. Quarter Erdie day with a bag of herbs can be abdominal bulging belly to soothe you, understand your food plot stomach inflation worries. Apricot hand scraping a section of mountain bamboo sticks, you can loose heat stroke fever of the disease. My cousin's a packet of herbs two plywood, can cure you do not have surgery on the fracture of steel bars. They do not hold on what medical schools license to practice medicine, physicians can not be labeled as the name, they are barefoot foot ridge of local responsive doctor on call original, to pick to pick, or take the "hanging pot" the word to show Magnolia and respect.
Root length of his right leg when I was seven, had a swelling of unknown toxicity, pain and unable to walk during the day and then night. The fight for a few days in the medical needle does not work, doctors were helpless, and said, scared to give the county hospital surgical operation, but I am afraid you can not hide forever surgery cuts the nerve path. Doctors are contradictory tone, the mother is a heavy heart. One is money, second, fear of surgery. When cornered, diagonal door over his wife just married Mrs. Yao said, look for six of the Zhanglao three, he made a black and cream, can cure boils. Yao Sao introverted gold imports is difficult to open, the mother finally listened to his words. Try holding the mind behind my back to find Zhanglao III.
The third is a bad guy Zhanglao old man, looks like the stage of Bao Gong. He took off my pants, gently touch, the affected area. Calls out that the Sanyisanyi Do not you be afraid, three children creams protect your home into a mausoleum, "the grass on the fly." Zhang Lao and mother when they were young they played three theatrical troupe, and his humor to ease the mother's heart in half. He also said to cure after going to recognize me for the godfather your child. Mother said that to gold to silver is not, I do godson. Told his mother how the three Zhanglao with medication, to the three black-cream only to six cents. Posted three Zhanglao three black ointment, nine days after I Beiqishubao school. Without the advice Mrs. Yao, if not mother's decision and, if not Zhanglao three black ointment, what I will become useless it.
Local Chronicle（六）
One year, I went back to the lantern festival. Actually regardless of travel fatigue. Follow the film's dragon dance team, marching drums to loud on the street. Performing candles in the dragon accidentally burned by fireworks right hand. Unbearable burning, unable to find a doctor, Abiao quickly took me home and told his wife Jen and ash added with salt into a paste dip pain. When Jen told me to drink tea son, when I found Abiao home from the farm the secret speech Zhi, he had a son. Abiao said with a smile, you see what I come home from the farm because of it! Family planning at the farm by this heir he is not the son of Tim. The moment I do not know what to say, I am not even half the Marxist-Leninist, I can not Abiao pulling the braids. We really sometimes difficult to make between the modern and the traditional evaluation and choice. Just touched his son's head and said that he looks like your child, Hutouhunao, but docile temperament issues such as his mother. Abiao said his son, do not call to great-uncle. Long eyelashes flashing his son shouted, great-uncle good! Sound a little like the movies (Wanjun) where the little girl.
All along, I do not think Abiao with Zhalong some income to dare to go home, of course, what else he can do, which is the primary reason for continuing the family line. This can not be changed by any force of traditional thinking. Thanks to heavy well off, and some sly gave him such a local shelter and rely on. This city is not replicated by computer. Long needs transmission, while the native can not do without the dragon. Are their own and their own local native, is a flesh and blood relationship.
Spring of 1991. My article entitled "Zhalong" prose, with a heavy feeling, published in local (Hainan Daily) on. I have to thank director Andrew supplement to, and Hairpin editing, have the courage to publish this in the mainstream party newspaper on or at certain times during the Cultural Revolution was dismissed as superstition and sectarian fights root causes of things.
There are those who lived in the home of Taiwan. Although the years have been his sixtieth, regardless of travel on the sea, back to the lantern festival almost every year. Dragon and events, sweet and lingering feelings of local flavor, and my heart is thicker than water flowing in the Gurouzhiqing, are pleased eyeful enjoy the glory.
All along, I do not think Abiao with Zhalong some income to dare to go home, of course, what else he can do, which is the primary reason for continuing the family line. This can not be changed by any force of traditional thinking. Thanks to heavy well off, and some sly gave him such a local shelter and rely on. This city is not replicated by computer. Long needs transmission, while the native can not do without the dragon. Are their own and their own local native, is a flesh and blood relationship.
Spring of 1991. My article entitled "Zhalong" prose, with a heavy feeling, published in local (Hainan Daily) on. I have to thank director Andrew supplement to, and Hairpin editing, have the courage to publish this in the mainstream party newspaper on or at certain times during the Cultural Revolution was dismissed as superstition and sectarian fights root causes of things.
There are those who lived in the home of Taiwan. Although the years have been his sixtieth, regardless of travel on the sea, back to the lantern festival almost every year. Dragon and events, sweet and lingering feelings of local flavor, and my heart is thicker than water flowing in the Gurouzhiqing, are pleased eyeful enjoy the glory.
Local Chronicle（五）
Cultural centers in the county ahead of the weekly holiday back to the teacher, he is the first line for the dragon design team. India to buy red vest yellow words printed on red or white vest. , Or Script font is Rubbings. Tie or scarf to wear sports caps. Participate in the discussions of the people have film director, a primary school teacher test, a calligraphy on the newspaper Deng Dabo, with special handmade costume with needle and thread clock Seventh Lord scrambled inside.
Auntie Autumn is also the release of her sentence back home just over the New Year has brought two sons. The nineteen year old young man from the evil, stole the fertilizer supply and marketing cooperatives, was sentenced to two years imprisonment. Aunt said everyone on the autumn, wrong on the change, when the gods also fell, Come, come, come to dip Long gas, next to Pepsi Baishun out. Autumn aunt said two sons have a request, he called everyone to give him the leading dance. Film director said that was too much, and I promised the second son of the requirements. Shashi second son's face as red as the block liver, autumn aunt has passed his hand over a tear, she was moved to tears.
Alian the father of my classmates have come, I heard that he moved the heart surgery, were not thin, has been recuperating at home. Dragonscale his best paintings, was advised he does not have hands, and mouths on the line. He said that degrades my hands will not let me see my body, I have a chance next time painting Dragonscale so! Having picked up a brush, each stroke of the painted their own last wish. Yes ah, life is not much time left him, he was very pleased with the painting but also in the Dragonscale a feeling last. Everyone is moved by his eyes The warm moist.
Busy three days. With the gradual combination of Zhalong forming, dynamic people are all pulling each nerve, mobilization of people of every smile. When a prestige and elegant lifelike dragons, strutting in front of people present, people have to issue a "day workers could on behalf of the artificial day as" the kind of admiration and emotion beyond time and space. Faced with this scene how many times I moved to diverse thoughts, the feelings of everyone Zhalong devoted, in fact, a non-old native of love, a love of love, a life of fun and enjoyment.
Until the Lantern Festival that day, the moonlight sky overflowing. , Master of the ancient city of eight pieces with the shock Yang dragon drums, display their energy, momentum to lift the heroic dragon dance to the streets, fighting for hegemony Quebec. Allure moving men and women, rejoicing with, cry with its own dragon dance team to cheer, publicity nostalgia, pray good luck. In every second night, really one is creeping forward and live in the home of the people on this land, creating a wonderful and simple native heavy local flavor.
Auntie Autumn is also the release of her sentence back home just over the New Year has brought two sons. The nineteen year old young man from the evil, stole the fertilizer supply and marketing cooperatives, was sentenced to two years imprisonment. Aunt said everyone on the autumn, wrong on the change, when the gods also fell, Come, come, come to dip Long gas, next to Pepsi Baishun out. Autumn aunt said two sons have a request, he called everyone to give him the leading dance. Film director said that was too much, and I promised the second son of the requirements. Shashi second son's face as red as the block liver, autumn aunt has passed his hand over a tear, she was moved to tears.
Alian the father of my classmates have come, I heard that he moved the heart surgery, were not thin, has been recuperating at home. Dragonscale his best paintings, was advised he does not have hands, and mouths on the line. He said that degrades my hands will not let me see my body, I have a chance next time painting Dragonscale so! Having picked up a brush, each stroke of the painted their own last wish. Yes ah, life is not much time left him, he was very pleased with the painting but also in the Dragonscale a feeling last. Everyone is moved by his eyes The warm moist.
Busy three days. With the gradual combination of Zhalong forming, dynamic people are all pulling each nerve, mobilization of people of every smile. When a prestige and elegant lifelike dragons, strutting in front of people present, people have to issue a "day workers could on behalf of the artificial day as" the kind of admiration and emotion beyond time and space. Faced with this scene how many times I moved to diverse thoughts, the feelings of everyone Zhalong devoted, in fact, a non-old native of love, a love of love, a life of fun and enjoyment.
Until the Lantern Festival that day, the moonlight sky overflowing. , Master of the ancient city of eight pieces with the shock Yang dragon drums, display their energy, momentum to lift the heroic dragon dance to the streets, fighting for hegemony Quebec. Allure moving men and women, rejoicing with, cry with its own dragon dance team to cheer, publicity nostalgia, pray good luck. In every second night, really one is creeping forward and live in the home of the people on this land, creating a wonderful and simple native heavy local flavor.
Local Chronicle（四）
I always thought that home Zhalong people have deep feelings. In the years to come they do not seem to remember the national statutory holidays, they have never eligible for these holidays. The kind of joy and fun are salaried people have. Only in the dragon's body, the Chinese New Year Lantern Festival in the day, only they are happy and free indulgence of the carnival. If the enthusiasm of the local identity was Zhou Wu Pengchuan, Shen is a native Tujia Diaojiaolou identity, local identity is the Qin Qiang Jia. I am not in my shallow compared with the great masters of literature, but I think from a spiritual level, the home of local identity should be Zhalong. Local taste is thick, is the memory of the CD, showing off of life, is the cohesion of the magnetic field.
Zhalong enough to show off the ancient city known to the world of folk crafts. Tang Shu a dude from school do not know when this hand, and well versed in the secret. Three main types of bamboo, paper and paint materials in the hands of Tang Shu-dimensional magic to playing as a God-dimensional shape both pretty lifelike dragons. Not just in the Old Town, Tang Shu Zhalong one person, should be the Eight Immortals display their talents. Legendary dragon is the spirit of things in heaven, is a totem of good luck. Know how to play from memory, every New Year, Dragon Lantern Festival prayer favorable weather, peace and prosperity of the activities of people became a celebration of the ancient city. I do not know the long-lasting festival performances, beginning from the Han and Tang Dynasties distant, or emperor from my grandfather's heritage that began stretching. Remember the old door to door donations go home when the film came to our home event, the mother handed five dollars from the arms to my hands, then I have to fundraiser to show their piety. Mother said, no matter how poor we can not fall, it is the responsibility and desire. Other things some people can not cored or stall trouble, but donations are generous Chen Zhalong chip in, without a short short.
Zhalong when the process is a taste of nostalgia alcohols thick process, has been engraved in my memory. We film every year, Tang Shu Zhalong yard for. Tang Shu decadence of the yard of a home has become lively and lavish time, men and women have come to help or join in the fun, busy throughout the year are rare meet here, and like to do without a banquet of the happy event. A burning tea, and cut bamboo grate, bar faucet dragon tail, there are paintings Dragonscale, and paste lanterns, bar torch. Those who can afford a teacher, we work together, laugh, quiet. Started as a seat to the colorful picture.
Zhalong enough to show off the ancient city known to the world of folk crafts. Tang Shu a dude from school do not know when this hand, and well versed in the secret. Three main types of bamboo, paper and paint materials in the hands of Tang Shu-dimensional magic to playing as a God-dimensional shape both pretty lifelike dragons. Not just in the Old Town, Tang Shu Zhalong one person, should be the Eight Immortals display their talents. Legendary dragon is the spirit of things in heaven, is a totem of good luck. Know how to play from memory, every New Year, Dragon Lantern Festival prayer favorable weather, peace and prosperity of the activities of people became a celebration of the ancient city. I do not know the long-lasting festival performances, beginning from the Han and Tang Dynasties distant, or emperor from my grandfather's heritage that began stretching. Remember the old door to door donations go home when the film came to our home event, the mother handed five dollars from the arms to my hands, then I have to fundraiser to show their piety. Mother said, no matter how poor we can not fall, it is the responsibility and desire. Other things some people can not cored or stall trouble, but donations are generous Chen Zhalong chip in, without a short short.
Zhalong when the process is a taste of nostalgia alcohols thick process, has been engraved in my memory. We film every year, Tang Shu Zhalong yard for. Tang Shu decadence of the yard of a home has become lively and lavish time, men and women have come to help or join in the fun, busy throughout the year are rare meet here, and like to do without a banquet of the happy event. A burning tea, and cut bamboo grate, bar faucet dragon tail, there are paintings Dragonscale, and paste lanterns, bar torch. Those who can afford a teacher, we work together, laugh, quiet. Started as a seat to the colorful picture.
Local Chronicle（三）
Abiao after the door is genuine. His grandfather was a reputed one between the ancient city of Qing Dynasty generals, the emperor canonized as Takenori general. Legend he was riding a tall horse, hoofs stepped on the stone street, even the crying of the children have heard this only tears. Mighty despot did not have to say, gold and silver in the high court wide homes, three six concubine wife enjoy the splendor of the cornelian cherry. However, the pages of history turned out to be a few years, to Tang Shu become the masters of the house when the family financial situation is already ruined, penniless, and only a dilapidated house empty, the yard, accompanied General personally species Takenori a vine. Decadent sad, is part of the ancient city of poor people. Abiao is the youngest son of Tang Shu, Tang Shu in agriculture saw all the widening works for his school, Abiao short time in the classroom to go to school, skip school a long time outside. Not in the thorn forest of bamboo root wall caught Thunder Horse field is to the partridge catching crickets, always when the repeater. Not completed primary school, thanks to a master blacksmith blacksmith school play hammer, did not do long after the Cultural Revolution, just Reclamation to call people, he not only honored as an educated youth, and families fill in the form of a suit of imported workers is a Guo Zihao . If this is also called status, it should be said for Abiao climb up the. Now, he abandoned those who left the farm, but despite the meager monthly salary accounted home, do not know what means the lake imports to support their families?
Busy like me, full of crazy things in mind who is very easy to forget someone. Abiao no exception.
Fast forward to the late eighties a twenty-twelfth lunar month lunar calendar, ten days from New Year's Eve. In a rare taste of the warm sun in the winter in the filled-smelling off. At noon time, after a long a the Abiao sudden came to my clinic. He one person alone, do not have anything, he was wearing a suit narrow inappropriate, a pair of shiny black shoes is just Ma Guo Yi-fold oil. Normal but could not conceal a smile under the haggard and tired. I gave him a cup of hot water delivery to, is to ask his words. He was the first to say that he has something to Changjiang five days, but do not live in my house, the Government hospitality stay in the guesthouse. I wonder, Abiao although some stupid silly but do not tell lies. He added that the county government office director with the car over to him, and just your meal. Said backing and upgrades, and I looked confused look on his face. He went on to say, he is to assemble the dragon, the Chinese New Year Lantern Festival this year, Changjiang County, with his custom of the two dragons, a dragon a dragon, on behalf of favorable weather and abundant harvests Dragon, Golden Dragon on behalf of the harmonious prosperity, Changjiang people generous, than the previous high of each dragon to sell more than temporary where hundreds of dollars. After hearing Abiao, I was amazed after the first surprise after another is amazing, almost not wait any longer to dance the. This is really an unprecedented thing. I was moved to force the shoulder patting Abiao said, yes, well, you have to work hard, you amount to anything, you as your dad, you bring honor to the home! I can not help but cry for Abiao almost like praise, not implicit in addition to Abiao Zhalong This folk he has solved life's necessary skills, the more is that the Cultural Revolution or in Zhalong sometimes be dismissed as superstition and sectarian fights root causes of things, to be reborn, and vent out of the house of my delight.
Busy like me, full of crazy things in mind who is very easy to forget someone. Abiao no exception.
Fast forward to the late eighties a twenty-twelfth lunar month lunar calendar, ten days from New Year's Eve. In a rare taste of the warm sun in the winter in the filled-smelling off. At noon time, after a long a the Abiao sudden came to my clinic. He one person alone, do not have anything, he was wearing a suit narrow inappropriate, a pair of shiny black shoes is just Ma Guo Yi-fold oil. Normal but could not conceal a smile under the haggard and tired. I gave him a cup of hot water delivery to, is to ask his words. He was the first to say that he has something to Changjiang five days, but do not live in my house, the Government hospitality stay in the guesthouse. I wonder, Abiao although some stupid silly but do not tell lies. He added that the county government office director with the car over to him, and just your meal. Said backing and upgrades, and I looked confused look on his face. He went on to say, he is to assemble the dragon, the Chinese New Year Lantern Festival this year, Changjiang County, with his custom of the two dragons, a dragon a dragon, on behalf of favorable weather and abundant harvests Dragon, Golden Dragon on behalf of the harmonious prosperity, Changjiang people generous, than the previous high of each dragon to sell more than temporary where hundreds of dollars. After hearing Abiao, I was amazed after the first surprise after another is amazing, almost not wait any longer to dance the. This is really an unprecedented thing. I was moved to force the shoulder patting Abiao said, yes, well, you have to work hard, you amount to anything, you as your dad, you bring honor to the home! I can not help but cry for Abiao almost like praise, not implicit in addition to Abiao Zhalong This folk he has solved life's necessary skills, the more is that the Cultural Revolution or in Zhalong sometimes be dismissed as superstition and sectarian fights root causes of things, to be reborn, and vent out of the house of my delight.
Local Chronicle（二）
There is a warm, called the local
Unknowingly left their native land has been thirty years. I vote that the shortage of Su grown old with them long life and death depend III to the West Danzhou island city, known in the Soviet Union under the male, has been cast to appreciate people envy. Some people say that the Soviet public the text of the genetic gas and spirituality, who have lent their benefits. Some say the Academy has Dongpo heavyweight cultural landscape. Blessed. Some say the ancient city of scenery Jieyou spectrum, little things to have the economic value of tourism. However, if a popular celebrity nowadays to do a ratio on the current situation, with respect, what appears to be no effect. Honesty and simplicity of the ancient city person or a modern hymn has not been lost self. They understand the nature of life is attached to the hard toil, in exchange for life needs. Su is the passing away of the doomed never to forget in between heaven and earth. If the sample survey asked one of them, Su gave you? He smiled and said, SU College. Very honest answer is also representative. Su Dongpo College is remembered as a symbol, from Buceng Jian Fu Su as a farmer who had a plow, nor for the add guys who have a pair of blacksmith coal, but did not give them a tangible, visible happiness. In this world, they inhabit the ancestors left the premises, following the first people to pass down the farm or do manual to do so for the survival of the living. How to do this is to make a living, reproductive and reproduction. So they will always appreciate and remember their ancestors, followed by the next article how they strung a long chain of life right ... ...
I remember the early eighties. Rubber, fruit shake in the mountain spring, when drunk. Pearl Island is located west sides of the rubber Bijiang years after being cut open, and accompanied by the growth of the rubber with one of my hard Tang Zhi Abiao, in ten years when the farm workers to resign after the return home. Asked what the reason, he did not give proper reasons, except to say that you want to go home. I'm so amazed, are on the outside for ten years, hard to be dragon face more years of dust, get married and gave birth to a daughter, childlike Tuojin, but also sticky paste Hu thinking home ah! Your home is what it is like that, dry dry flat, and others do not know, do I know? And must have a reason to go home, go back to back? Look at his bear-like increase Shayang, he had hit a brick wall is the head decisively down the core. He did not give reasons, I do not have knocked away as what is wise and benevolent causes to find solutions to the trivial key. Changjiang Zhu Bijiang ten kilometers away from the farm, I went to get a three imports Abiao home, sad goodbye, away from home less a family, feel themselves scattered alone.
Unknowingly left their native land has been thirty years. I vote that the shortage of Su grown old with them long life and death depend III to the West Danzhou island city, known in the Soviet Union under the male, has been cast to appreciate people envy. Some people say that the Soviet public the text of the genetic gas and spirituality, who have lent their benefits. Some say the Academy has Dongpo heavyweight cultural landscape. Blessed. Some say the ancient city of scenery Jieyou spectrum, little things to have the economic value of tourism. However, if a popular celebrity nowadays to do a ratio on the current situation, with respect, what appears to be no effect. Honesty and simplicity of the ancient city person or a modern hymn has not been lost self. They understand the nature of life is attached to the hard toil, in exchange for life needs. Su is the passing away of the doomed never to forget in between heaven and earth. If the sample survey asked one of them, Su gave you? He smiled and said, SU College. Very honest answer is also representative. Su Dongpo College is remembered as a symbol, from Buceng Jian Fu Su as a farmer who had a plow, nor for the add guys who have a pair of blacksmith coal, but did not give them a tangible, visible happiness. In this world, they inhabit the ancestors left the premises, following the first people to pass down the farm or do manual to do so for the survival of the living. How to do this is to make a living, reproductive and reproduction. So they will always appreciate and remember their ancestors, followed by the next article how they strung a long chain of life right ... ...
I remember the early eighties. Rubber, fruit shake in the mountain spring, when drunk. Pearl Island is located west sides of the rubber Bijiang years after being cut open, and accompanied by the growth of the rubber with one of my hard Tang Zhi Abiao, in ten years when the farm workers to resign after the return home. Asked what the reason, he did not give proper reasons, except to say that you want to go home. I'm so amazed, are on the outside for ten years, hard to be dragon face more years of dust, get married and gave birth to a daughter, childlike Tuojin, but also sticky paste Hu thinking home ah! Your home is what it is like that, dry dry flat, and others do not know, do I know? And must have a reason to go home, go back to back? Look at his bear-like increase Shayang, he had hit a brick wall is the head decisively down the core. He did not give reasons, I do not have knocked away as what is wise and benevolent causes to find solutions to the trivial key. Changjiang Zhu Bijiang ten kilometers away from the farm, I went to get a three imports Abiao home, sad goodbye, away from home less a family, feel themselves scattered alone.
Local Chronicle（一）
I never take the initiative to choose adventure, misery, instability, separation, suffering and other elements of real life as my guide and source of writing. I have always warned, when you begin writing their own can not aim too high, the trend to follow suit, what a great sensation seeking to operate their own are not familiar with the themes and events. Of course, I prefer to live in peace, balance and harmony, from time to time local memories and the simple yet profound and deep sentiment, and to pay for this are not fluent in crude shallow fatigue and effort.
Better person described in my work and family certainly appreciate. Is done satisfying their own familiar things within its power. A few people scorn, it is boring, nausea, and even some play on my page "Q-resistant too," composed in English and Chinese text. If not mistaken, this is a curse in Cantonese swearing inside. I really regret not met and the friends and then talk. Even if the other party is 80 or 90., Should not affect our family born in the age of communication and discussion. The family is a family group of emotions. Family in China and is close to local, national and local close. Are inextricably linked with our emotional twist. Please let me understanding and tolerance of such dedication and love is his homeland. Although I have only some vague, some local, not necessarily what is the meaning of the fragmented pieces. What kind of logic and organization of writing does not come to my mind, more often is a passion, emotion, sadness and recall. When I feel my own jingling sound of these, these colorful colors, the taste of these ups and downs, some of the portrait of the mob, hand-written sheet to the computer, I will live safely in their own home, no one sent me to mental hospital.
Better person described in my work and family certainly appreciate. Is done satisfying their own familiar things within its power. A few people scorn, it is boring, nausea, and even some play on my page "Q-resistant too," composed in English and Chinese text. If not mistaken, this is a curse in Cantonese swearing inside. I really regret not met and the friends and then talk. Even if the other party is 80 or 90., Should not affect our family born in the age of communication and discussion. The family is a family group of emotions. Family in China and is close to local, national and local close. Are inextricably linked with our emotional twist. Please let me understanding and tolerance of such dedication and love is his homeland. Although I have only some vague, some local, not necessarily what is the meaning of the fragmented pieces. What kind of logic and organization of writing does not come to my mind, more often is a passion, emotion, sadness and recall. When I feel my own jingling sound of these, these colorful colors, the taste of these ups and downs, some of the portrait of the mob, hand-written sheet to the computer, I will live safely in their own home, no one sent me to mental hospital.
Father and violin（六）
Forty-year-old father, unfortunately, died. We did not think the violin is also placed in his coffin, accompany him into the kingdom of heaven. Without a master's violin, the lonely, being put scaffolding on the bed in the cabin. Summer at the turn of the second year. A large typhoon struck, and even three days and nights under heavy rain. Violin leaking rain nowhere to hide, The problem is that the lid has holes in the violin, the violin was rain soaked, and no attention. Open two months later to have a look, violin collapse, Hunxiao soul scattered. Love the face of his father's possessions, apart from self-blame, and only sighed left untold
Many years. I think the memory of his father and longing. The best way is to stand in the courtyard of the old house, so when the moon rose up, the violin when he was vivid meditation posture, deep rich charm and atmosphere of the kind of endless life.
Many years. I think the memory of his father and longing. The best way is to stand in the courtyard of the old house, so when the moon rose up, the violin when he was vivid meditation posture, deep rich charm and atmosphere of the kind of endless life.
Father and violin（五）
Once father and Cai Sanye chess, to say a truth-stakes game to drop, say five dollars a good game of chess. Unexpectedly, the father of chess amazing is the cast after the first Mashiqianti inappropriate chess final miscues, of three straight sets. Father lost fifteen dollars. A mere fifteen dollars for the father, is an astronomical figure, his father took it out. Caisan Ye said speed connection, if not pay Take the object to get the top of the violin to the top of your numbers right. My father said to the violin than to kill me, he instruct chess Add to deny, this thing is almost falling out with longtime friends face. When the cottage was arguing about knocked the roof, Cai Sanye pulled out from the house. Le ha ha funny face Ying said the mother, I tease him play, he was even friends are not the violin. Mother with a wry smile, afraid that even I do not want it!
In a summer night. The moon just rose up. A mysterious man claims his father's old friend came to our house, in honor of his father, the kind of frame, like a drink of blood for the Union was Damon and Pythias. If dissatisfied with three come, every sentence is the father pulled the violin is a compliment, "Spring Snow." Father to the interest, first pulled the first People's Liberation Army march in the courtyard, but after a mysterious man called into the hut. Moment, coming out of the room: "You Come Again," the music. We only heard this song once, but half-way and stop. My father said, this is the old rule of the Kuomintang in Shanghai during the sound of Mi Mi, you can not hear! What were the mysterious magic, so his father made an exception of it. Is the confused, only to hear the sound of the piano screeching halt, then see also the mystery of who his father cleared sullenly home. Mysterious father said, I do not want to hear what you say, but I'll give you a piece of advice, everything should think twice.
After one year. Mysterious person's name appears in the public security organs cracked a counter-revolutionary organization list. We know, the father that night, "you come again," the song stopped short of the real reason.
In a summer night. The moon just rose up. A mysterious man claims his father's old friend came to our house, in honor of his father, the kind of frame, like a drink of blood for the Union was Damon and Pythias. If dissatisfied with three come, every sentence is the father pulled the violin is a compliment, "Spring Snow." Father to the interest, first pulled the first People's Liberation Army march in the courtyard, but after a mysterious man called into the hut. Moment, coming out of the room: "You Come Again," the music. We only heard this song once, but half-way and stop. My father said, this is the old rule of the Kuomintang in Shanghai during the sound of Mi Mi, you can not hear! What were the mysterious magic, so his father made an exception of it. Is the confused, only to hear the sound of the piano screeching halt, then see also the mystery of who his father cleared sullenly home. Mysterious father said, I do not want to hear what you say, but I'll give you a piece of advice, everything should think twice.
After one year. Mysterious person's name appears in the public security organs cracked a counter-revolutionary organization list. We know, the father that night, "you come again," the song stopped short of the real reason.
Father and violin（四）
Father not being safe but can not speak when the village primary school teacher before, is beyond everything, the vast eyes. The face of the plight of children and family what he has to play. He scholar, no skills. That was three years of difficult economic times, food stress, shortage of materials. Since I do not know the spirit of his father's books are heresy to see Clay to soap, into the ink pot ash can say. He therefore had the idea to cook, such as law. Expect from these two little things out of wealth. Between the low in that small room, he procured materials, not Gu Shusheng handsome, sweat all day long unkempt reliving again and again pecked grinding experiment, the changing composition and production method. Finally after three months of soil carbon ink sticks made of soap and a. This is perhaps the world's most poor soap and charcoal ink. Five cents a soap, two cents a carbon ink. I do not know a soap header to sell the first time a carbon ink is what his father mood and feeling. However, for lack of money to buy those things we are able to self-reliance, it has been regarded as a treasure joy Fucking. In this process, whether the father is a failure or a small harvest, and laid them out each time frame shoulder violin played the "People's Liberation Army march." Is arbitrary and deliberate or actuator, is a source of strength or relax the mood. Tell my father happy and worry are the ratio is. This song seems to stick his father's life in the walk. The father of soil and soil charcoal soap How much ink did not, did not give us much food in exchange for fish. His quest to face difficulties as physical and spiritual sense, but left the field Feng Zhan Shen spiritual wealth of our example.
Father and violin（三）
After the liberation of his father was recommended for admission to Southern University in Guangzhou for further studies. Shop around Zhongshan Road in Guangzhou, the use of forty-five yuan to buy this violin. System musician said it was an excellent move his three years, sold the be sent. Father grateful, after the rebate he a "etymology '. Since then, this the orange yellow, bright shiny violin to piano with his father who is difficult to distinguish, charm they are.
Short fingers, the father does not seem to fit the violin., The bit of breath, difficult to ease. Whether there is this ambition since childhood, or who roots known to have been committed. I do not know the father of violin technique Know if pulled Mendelssohn's "Wings of Song", Mozart's "G major Rondo," and Sicong's "Beyond the Great Wall Dance?" Never heard him pull off a foreign tune. Sometimes I think, a love of music who has nothing to do with the depth of musical skills, should be with their spirituality and belief.
Through the time of the sights, we can feel his father after graduating from the South of Hainan Land Reclamation work assigned to an unforgettable journey. The Farm is just time to change jobs in the south and more soldiers, the father part-time as Secretary to the culture of teachers, Costa Rica, where these soldiers, the father of the culture came in handy. He taught the soldiers learn cultural songs, and engage in cultural activities, engaging stories show, to teach them a wealth of cultural knowledge. In this group, he was a hero have its uses, are respected by the trust. He also read from the People's Liberation Army who fight their stories, witnessing their faith and courage of revolutionary dedication. Not long, but also heard the organ in a certain female colleague with his father a good friend of the road news. His father played the violin how much time, he "March of the PLA" pull so by heart, extremely rich, place in their hearts. He may think he is a member of them in his life Pat flowing red blood. He even walked him to the recommendation on the Southern University, when he was county magistrate Dan Wu Jingqing high school classmate wrote a letter, the words told him this hearty passion for years.
Short fingers, the father does not seem to fit the violin., The bit of breath, difficult to ease. Whether there is this ambition since childhood, or who roots known to have been committed. I do not know the father of violin technique Know if pulled Mendelssohn's "Wings of Song", Mozart's "G major Rondo," and Sicong's "Beyond the Great Wall Dance?" Never heard him pull off a foreign tune. Sometimes I think, a love of music who has nothing to do with the depth of musical skills, should be with their spirituality and belief.
Through the time of the sights, we can feel his father after graduating from the South of Hainan Land Reclamation work assigned to an unforgettable journey. The Farm is just time to change jobs in the south and more soldiers, the father part-time as Secretary to the culture of teachers, Costa Rica, where these soldiers, the father of the culture came in handy. He taught the soldiers learn cultural songs, and engage in cultural activities, engaging stories show, to teach them a wealth of cultural knowledge. In this group, he was a hero have its uses, are respected by the trust. He also read from the People's Liberation Army who fight their stories, witnessing their faith and courage of revolutionary dedication. Not long, but also heard the organ in a certain female colleague with his father a good friend of the road news. His father played the violin how much time, he "March of the PLA" pull so by heart, extremely rich, place in their hearts. He may think he is a member of them in his life Pat flowing red blood. He even walked him to the recommendation on the Southern University, when he was county magistrate Dan Wu Jingqing high school classmate wrote a letter, the words told him this hearty passion for years.
Father and violin（二）
I remember thirty years ago that is full of warm sun in the winter. Dust scarred father got home, the left hand luggage put a khaki-colored, hand carry a black violin case, his face showed no emotion. A good father, a strange feeling, memory, there is a dividing line, figure out the reason behind unfamiliar faces. Or are we still in swaddling clothes his father had to go naked in Guangzhou, what more is recognized as not carved.
We cowardly to dodge the first few days with his father. Father did not take the initiative to speak to us, we do not understand why his father had a large big mouth do not speak. Until the third night when the moon rose up, my father took advantage of the moonlight in the courtyard rang garbage violin, one by one we jumped out from the house, directed at the beautiful sounds of the music, curiously around the father's side, first surprise and then dancing with excitement. Mother stopped the hands of the laundry bar, listening, smiling face again in the ripples. Pieces good listening, Big Brother asked the father said What is this song? People's Liberation Army said it was a father singing military songs, song called: "People's Liberation Army march."
Large quiet after that, his father's home because of a political movement, his secretary from the General Administration of Agriculture Ken seat pulled down cleaning to return home. Because he is the eve of liberation when the headmaster at the primary group to join any of the Kuomintang. Are in fact forced forced, was dying dragged into the dark abyss of the KMT.
Cleaning to return home means the end of political life, saddled with a wash stain unclear. Faced with a no grasp of the unknown livelihoods. No wonder my father went into the house, staggering gait, his face solemn, and even the silent face of his wife and children, a pool of stagnant water.
We cowardly to dodge the first few days with his father. Father did not take the initiative to speak to us, we do not understand why his father had a large big mouth do not speak. Until the third night when the moon rose up, my father took advantage of the moonlight in the courtyard rang garbage violin, one by one we jumped out from the house, directed at the beautiful sounds of the music, curiously around the father's side, first surprise and then dancing with excitement. Mother stopped the hands of the laundry bar, listening, smiling face again in the ripples. Pieces good listening, Big Brother asked the father said What is this song? People's Liberation Army said it was a father singing military songs, song called: "People's Liberation Army march."
Large quiet after that, his father's home because of a political movement, his secretary from the General Administration of Agriculture Ken seat pulled down cleaning to return home. Because he is the eve of liberation when the headmaster at the primary group to join any of the Kuomintang. Are in fact forced forced, was dying dragged into the dark abyss of the KMT.
Cleaning to return home means the end of political life, saddled with a wash stain unclear. Faced with a no grasp of the unknown livelihoods. No wonder my father went into the house, staggering gait, his face solemn, and even the silent face of his wife and children, a pool of stagnant water.
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