Dipped the sunset over the mountains and the projection of the tree on a country dirt road map. Overgrown with weeds along the dirt road, hidden below the ditch weed, floating water, smell the ditch, a variety of fish shrimp, or even hiding in a haystack colorful under water snake also. A teenager carrying a blue cloth bag, riding a bicycle on the dirt road phoenix flying, wheels-off, dust, birds flush, river buffalo tied to the action to stop eating the grass, looked up, looked at the skimming, but after the figure of a daze.
that summer evening, boil for three years, until finally the end of the test, rolling wheels covered all the way to the feelings of homesickness. Went round a bend, I saw the smoke from a high float, foam legs look great effort and then, step up and get a bike to fly. That one, the mother opened the door already heard this from me, and Mucha, a door creak sound graciously welcome goes over the smiling faces of the relatives of a young mind after a long simmer too hot.
the holidays is especially long. Every morning, I stepped out of dawn led the cattle in the evening carrying a sunset to find the cattle back. Along that dirt road, I reach for cattle grazing, to see cattle head buried deep in the dewy tender grass, eating too favor. Cattle grazing in the gap,
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a swirling evening sunset, the green bike stopped beside me, the rider gave me a huge envelope. The lower right of the envelope, mark the line of letterpress printing in bold, it is the provincial capital of a secondary school in the school name. Get the envelope of the moment, my heart drifting into the sky. Refused to feed the cattle have not yet, I received the reins in advance, waving tree branches, cheered all the way to the house bolted.
night, at home, such as general holiday excitement. Look like a good mother, younger teens, even the fine wrinkles in the forehead are hidden joy. The father has always been a serious look past few days, I poured a bowl full of watery liquor. Father carrying his wine, patted my shoulder, smiled and said, son, I always worry about your body thin bone that farming will starve to death at home, this time, I rest assured, you do not carry a hoe. Full bowl of watery liquor drained. In the depths of happiness, I go heavy drunk.
next morning, I still get up early, go Niuquan in cows. Walk on that dirt road, cows in front of me in the back, the scenery all the way, in my eyes is so kind. Cattle grazing, I looked up to see those clumps upon layer of mountains, hills into a piece of the woods, into a deep dark green eyes, it is often seen in beautiful color painting. Those mountains in my eyes, is so kind, I winter in cattle in mountain streams, into the valley in the spring picking wild strawberries in the summer night, with his grandfather fought wild boar into the mountains. Hill and in between the singing of birds flying from time to time. I am familiar with these birds, there are sparrows, doves, pheasants, Pulsatilla, there is a rare golden pheasant. I watched one by one these lovely creatures, the appearance of them children, on the bottom of my heart.
I took along the road from cattle, a heavy dray next to rub over my body. People to pull carts, is the cousin of the three roots, his body bent, his face sweating. Three root a dark face, in the hot sun, glowing light. Dray from me in the past, I smell the familiar aroma of pine oil, there are unique to men, mixed with cigarettes, sweat. It shares a unique sour smell of sweat, my grandfather and father from time to time to smell the body, but also the time to cut the rice inside cover of the magazine, when he bends over his wet clothes from the smell. I smiled and greeted washed three roots. I looked up towards the three root Han Xiao, and then down to pull a cart. Zhi Ya Zhi Ya heavy dray went to the village's direction. I silently watched the three roots of the figure disappeared in the intersection, all the way to leave traces of the wheel run over the years. Deep furrows, the dripping sweat cousin three roots, but also fills the fathers, grandfathers shed their blood and sweat.
buffalo feeding in my decisions based on even more sturdy under the. This time, Village out in force,
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timberland kids, lug baskets, pushing scooters, carrying the threshing machine, marching to the fields under the hot sun. Flaming hot sun enveloped in the people as the head of the roasted red hot earth. I squeezed thin body a pair of golden ears of rice, a gust of wind came, and I left shaking with Shakes the Barley. I used to shake the hand of a pen, as if grasping false sickle wood handle. A sharp sickle in my hands, it is extremely awkward. Mother and father have planted rice in the blaze of a straight way,
womens timberland boots, take me far behind them. I'm anxious, hand one-sided, sickle play before, left a feeling of numbness, and then the pain of a violent hit. Bright red blood oozed from the rice straw inside, dripping in dark gray clay, and mapping into a dark red.
place I squatted silently, straining over his wound, bite not to place groan. Bloodstains on the ground, instantly to disappear in the mud, into a mass of nondescript black. Bring me pain dignified to think about, this piece of paddy fields, my fathers and how many have flowed with blood, sweat and tears? !
injured in an accident, let me in this hard, The rest of the time, I am the person responsible for delivering meals and bottled water to work, even helped my grandmother for cooking at home too. To avoid this labor, and different from the past, I did not feel lucky. Pushing the food and tea to the rice field walking in the road, nowhere to be seen, the parents in the infinite body submerged rice, the look so small. At that moment, my heart painful episodes.
rice harvest,
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long holidays have passed. Morning, with the buffalo on my own Niuquan say goodbye, I won a bunch of grass on the mouth of cattle, guarding finish. That day, I still exposed while riding, but I'm behind, without the shadow of cattle. My backpack,
timberland boots, containing change of clothing, as well as industrious and thrifty parents to save the stack of yuan. I'm on a country dirt road drifting away, turned a corner, and then look back, between the villages and I have been blocked by mountains. I'm out of the village, but also out of the village.
engraved in my memories of this holiday is the summer of 1993. That year, I achieved a Admission notice a piece of paper that I held a formal farewell ceremony with the village's testimony. In the summer, I buried the cows cut the rice, in the blood of experience in the experience of growing hardships. I will always remember, parting at the entrance to the village, I turned to stand silent, moving to the direction of a deep bow. I know, goodbye, the village will be in my emotional world of a home. Therefore, my farewell, full of sadness.
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