In late September 1992, I and Lin Xiang returned to Shanghai to visit relatives. After her daughter Wang Ying graduated from secondary school, she was assigned to work in an auto parts factory in Shanghai. Once on the evening shift, I hadn’t returned home until midnight. I do not trust, quietly went downstairs to the station to meet her. After waiting for more than half an hour, her daughter came down from a bus. “Dad, did you still come to pick me up so late?” The daughter was shocked and happy. She took my arm and walked. “
Since the father left, in memory, the Ching Ming Festival will always rain. Recently sunny days, many people wear short-sleeved shirts and think that there will be no rain. The night before, suddenly the winds began to blow, and then began to plunge. I listened to the sound of raindrops dripping on a waterproof rain cover outside the window, and my thoughts began to drift farther, as far as I had approached the grave. The next morning, we
In October 1991, I and Shi Xinnong, reporters from radio station Yili Station, went to Xi'an to participate in the tenth national radio reporter working conference. At the end of the meeting, Shi Xinnong went to Yanan on a tour with some of the delegates. I returned with my heart. This day is Sunday and it is Mid-Autumn Festival. I am happily hurrying home and having a reunion with lotus. "Hey," I gently knocked on the door. “
Mother has been 85 years old this year, and has 9 children. Among the 5 children with her mother along the way, or in their child, or in their adult occasion, but like the wind to destroy the trees, safely back in the loess. The biggest blow to the mother is the death of his brother. My brother is our excellent carpenter, Haruki. In the morning of June 15, 1993, my brother came to a doctor and hit the sick mother.
Your heart is the place where I go to the end of the world and want to come back. – signature years, faded, leaving vaguely like, you are clearly again. Time is like rain, we are all walking in the rain, find their own umbrella, go forward, always go to the wind stop rain, good tomorrow. Lu Xiaoman, weiweidaolai. It is a fall, and fall, autumn autumn autumn cold, depression “
This year summer morning, mother like fell asleep, go quietly. The mother’s attitude to life and death is open-minded. At the time of the world, mother had talked to us many times about her death. She said: I’m 84, making a few years more than your dad. Old people always want to go, I’m dead you don’t cry noisy, it is best not to set off firecrackers, lest the noisy neighbors restless. The head of a mother’s death.
My nostalgia is something like “stamp”, some “ring like tree”, but more like me, she was born in the heart long in the forehead. Remember the first time to leave home early, people like aubergine – Yan. The parting day, wife silently behind me kept out of the village, not a dynamic discourse, did not do a passionate kiss, but always unable to part with it”
A bitter, all tired, for their children to suffer, don’t eat, don’t wear too hard, bitter and tired, groundless talk, say, life more sad, children and women, heart, rushing toil injury wound, adult children and old parents out of everything good, white hair, camel walk back waist to rub out of tears, said that raising children as old age, should be filial piety, before and after the children Wai Wai, seemingly filial piety”
When I was eighteen years old, my father became a fool. I probably never thought that my life would be turned upside down because of this accident. I once wanted to escape from this family. Later, my father was silly, and I was free, but I could not get rid of everything here. My father, hard for most of my life, nothing got, and finally fell like this, “
1 days after the mother was old good days mom took this is my poor mother alive when I go out to work the mother was dying when I came back, this is your 2 unfilial son my cut is my flesh cord this is my life and mother died the cut is my emotional umbilical this is my life’s sorrow 3 mother to child”
The | stuff to travel to Luoyang for a week. Afternoon busy, I decided to return home. The afterglow of the sunset wanders in the outline of the urban building, and the car comes on the dull street. I do not like the bustling of the city, will scare away the sunset, at the time of the home, the wind is light, the field is quiet, the sunset is shy. The bus only went to the town, ten miles away from his old home. As soon as I got off the car, I heard someone calling me, “the father”.
Help the old man to move. When a pile of old books was arranged, the man squatted on the ground and wept. The master opened a notebook with a daily expense, one stroke, a breakfast of one dollar, a three – dollar lunch. Later, the general told me something about him and his father. The home of the general is in a village in the countryside of Xuzhou. In his memory, his father, “
I locked my mother and locked her for half a year. I put her white hair and her garrulousness lock on the four floor. She was lying on the edge of the balcony, like a half dry vine, breathing in the sun, haggard in the wind and rain. She, indifferent to the years’ care. The most unbearable mother, this old gray building is not my home. In this strange place, the mother often speaks by himself. The gratitude of mother’s love is lonely and melancholy.
There is a kind of memory for a long time, a kind of yearning can be long, the comfort and warmth of the hands of one hand, so that I can not forget all my life. I think — “I have you, well hidden, hidden in the deep, so the winding, once the bottom of my heart. I think, as long as nothing, as long as the days quietly in the past, so that I won’t be sad, so I try to tell myself that this June”
In the east every day at half past five in the morning, I usually will automatically wake up, get up, wash, sit in the balcony, open the computer, take a deep breath of the air in the morning, writing. Almost this has become part of my life, so I see this time in the morning so important that I don’t want to be disturbed. The same morning before, I was ready to sit down, and I was writing the text, and I heard the daughter in the room.
Homesickness is a heavy love. The Wanderers who have left their homeland will be kept in their hearts in silence. In a foreign country to fight, the heart is very lonely, facing the city’s steel and cement, facing those who can never speak with them, the heart is full of melancholy. When you are lonely, in front of my hometown moonlight, smoke curl, remembered his face full of wrinkles Abba amah, my hometown that clear”
Yang Lanqi shoes or chilly winds, or up to time asymptotic winter chill from the soles of the feet straight upwards, I came home from the door after taking the dusty shoes, brushed off the web, take away the dust, wear in the feet, feel comfortable, warm, warm flow throughout the body. Put on the cloth shoes, a pile of pile past the past. In the seven and 80s of the last century, the economy was backward and “material”.
In the summer of 1991, the school quickly released the summer vacation, and the two daughters thinking about it were going home. I couldn't help but feel the joy and excitement of my heart. I must use two Sundays to wash my bedding, sheets, curtains, sofa sets, floor, doors and windows, furniture, and clean the living room, bedroom, kitchen, study room, and bathroom. It was so clean and clean that it was like a Chinese New Year. My side
The brilliance is the March of the month. It is the fruit of the name that will be born in the mouth. I don’t know if you will or not. The islanders behind the post-70s have vivid memories of this kind of fruit. At least when I coded words, my chin began to sour and swallowed. People, memories of childhood are deeply ingrained. Memories and memories of things are so clear. In hometown, whether it is muddy or surf