Psychic jade, most know her heart（五）

The first, forget the worries of new and old grievances, jade swallow tablets and tea, according to a description by endless Linghua thin mirror ... ... ah! Like the front of this block from the Castle Peak faint, continuous green water flow long, immense. Although The Dream, yu yu recognized only leagues, and Po sister "even though we Juanqimei, in the end is intended it hard." When the family decline, when the Shudao Hu Sun bulk, when all the Grand Garden was the daughter die die casual bulk, the inner pain like a pot of boiled water, so that he can no longer Emotion can not afford, had to knock his head to the crowd, leaving behind a fame, the snow started falling on the occasion, when the vast mountains and rivers, Phi was dressed in red cloaks drifted away.
The snow, his earthly saint, his eyes with deep regret and hurt, and my heart still remember a name, and her noble and elegant, as if iron grass under the snow threshold Temple incense, has not been dispersed. He is the Grand Garden of the protection of God and daughters Huhuashizhe. He went, and his shadow Living far from dull and erode because of longstanding and, like a bronze mirror hand, due to constantly wipe the increasingly Mingguang the lesson.
At this point, you have the old cooking oil fire, flowers with Kam spectacular Grand View Garden, in the end only to end up with the brilliant Benny million a cry sad situation, How can we help people Yangtianchangtan: Red children too sad ... ...

Psychic jade, most know her heart（四）

By day in the red just to cuddle Cui Jia live freely, most do not want to aspire to seek fame and glory not Hilltop. Father has always been afraid of a tiger, he is persistent, even if beaten, are unmoved. Such as "excellent learning official" Jia Yucun a class of scholars in his eyes are just "traitor Paul ghosts." When the chai advise him, he angrily dismissed as "fishing were put reputation, ghosts and his ilk into the traitor Paul." The advice of another chai, "Whether he had to make life difficult for the person's face, he coughed, picked up the feet to left." The Figure of persuasion than the chai step back, she said: "You do not want to read to test lifts, chin-shih, and also that the Council will often kill the Crown to do, and talk about some career talk about the economy of knowledge, a sizeable future world entertainment services, but also have a friend in the future. "Even so, the Jia can not stand, immediately Xiazhukeling:" girl, please sit another room, and I know where you carefully sewage economic learning. "Then again The Figure of Persuasion is dismissed as a "bastard talk." Daiyu not only urged him to aspire to fame and helped to comfort him. In contrast, the level of distinct character voicing, so yu no longer "saw my sister forgot her sister."
However, two people Ruhuasiyu did not get the sake of their elders and love to the depths of all injuries. That night, the bamboo wind, moving shadow on the wall when the body of the forest with a worry sick sister gem tears do eventually dies, a ray of Xianghun wind dispersed. She died, the news comes in waves, like waves into each room, rippling out of a door, every window on the waves into every corner of Grand View Garden, and he was the last one to know. "Sin screens, I have the chance; loess Gansu, Qing He born unlucky." Gem did not think that he was a prophecy, lost love, he gave up more of dementia, can hear the sound of a Ruoyouruowu, Someone somewhere seems to pluck at the strings, that pure, Resentment, and people fascinated by the sound while higher than a while, so his heart full of sorrow, but also full of expectations. It was Lin sister back it? Wen also view or his mischievous eyes? After all, no one can for his doubts. He could only Rinpu the moon, tears, weep.

Psychic jade, most know her heart（三）

Bao Dai eventually the root cause of both admire each other, not the Empress Dowager appearance, nor is it smart center ice, but on the common perception of the beauty of life span. They do not care about worldly knowledge and career prospects of economic, never driven a directly the true life, to becoming a better life for all lament. "Lovely flowers are everywhere, so all may pay with ruins, Moments of beauty but the day enjoyable someone's Hospital." When these words down verbatim into yu ears, she could not help thrilled God delusion tears like a broken string of beads falling down. Unexpectedly, in the flower anthesis Feifei sky days, the soul of a sudden two people come to one place. When she casually read out the Grazing the Sheep, emotion, and goes by the short life time, has allowed Jia distracted, grief down the hillside. At this moment, their souls it needs, with easy to throw sense to the streamer, the sorrow of the old life is easy; at this moment, their lives embraced each other, sympathetic. The so-called "flowery Meijuan, Homecoming," which is played from the moment the theme of love.
Since then, he is extremely considerate of Lin: "When the girl came, which I did not stay with a joke? With that I love the girl to take it to thee; my favorite, I heard the girl also love to eat, quickly in the thousands Net net to tidy up other girls who can not think of eating ... ... girl, I'm afraid the girl angry, I have thought for the girl. "He cared about her health, her sympathy for lonely, depressed and considerate of her, respect her wishes, her The talented but also extremely valued and respected. Even flying a kite for her, can not help with anxiety: "Unfortunately I do not know where to go fall. If people smoke at the fall, children had to be better, if the fall wilderness inhabited place, and I for him alone. think of it go to my place and taught him as a companion strike two. "when they do not care if it offended her, and always humbly apologize, or" playing the kind of money stacked thousands of comfort in speaking language, " and even issued a sincere words: "Now I know I is not good enough, but only relying on what is not good, not the sister in front of a million mistakes. there were one or two points wrong, or you'd teach me, ring me next time, or called me a few words, hit me twice, I do not lose heart. who knows you always ignore me, call me puzzled, less soul lost soul, I do not know what to do. "He said to her, the whole infatuation to the uttermost . Interestingly, the history contained Mengguang Jing Liang Hong and Juanqimei husband, Bao Dai in between, but it is light and Juanqimei the beam Hong Jingmeng.

Psychic jade, most know her heart（二）

Every day in the Grand Garden and fight together Zhongjie Mei grass Wearing, crooning shallow sing as he always was his father who does not love reading, this is a big injustice Barbara. Jia not only loved to read, really read a lot of books. He said, "except 'Mingming De' outside without a good book", and 'Mingming De' refers to the "university" in the sentence: "The University of the Road, in the Ming Mingde, in the PFP, in all worlds." , showing that he had read the book before, also received one of the ideas and views. Besides miscellaneous books, just the servant as he found that the legendary Ming Yan like the book, he was pleased that the endless, yet beautifully written specially picked to get the Grand Garden, which will have a total time with her is "West car in mind, "the classic plot. Want to come when he is fourteen, old age, classics such serious books he read; "The West Chamber", "Peony Pavilion" this complex book, he also read. He read as much of the miscellaneous non-comparable normal peers, but also why she enjoyed mothering 盖楼 in the title only Couplet talent when the exhibition, wrote many wonderful and moving the plaque and couplets.
Jia not only smart erratic, there is a lot of perverse thinking: "My daughter is made of water flesh, flesh and blood man is mud, then I met her cool, met with foul cloud men will find it compelling," "the original born human beings are superior, where the mountains and the sun and moon fine show, only the clock on her, eyebrows men are simply scum foam just cloud ", which is what he put in the patriarchal age" daughter "has not increased to the most ancient statue wing position, but also made slight of Suffering "daughter" as expressed through the ages have not been feeling. Sisters in the eyes of his own height, her is more of a fairy-like little sister, so all respect, there is no affinity respectable and humble of the points. In fact, myself is it not a gem made of water flesh and blood, in the Grand Garden with joy, sorrow with, and makes sense of life bit by bit, the blue sky and white clouds nostalgic, as well as moonlight fingertips with Hong Hong green, at the time merrily swim the river, so the only Grand View Park into their spiritual home and refuge for the soul.

Psychic jade, most know her heart（一）

A group of graceful presence.
They came walking, laughing all the way Caesar. Spring flowers blowing on both sides of the road, but also blowing out their Qunjiao. That smiling faces, or charming, or handsome, let him come to the moment hope God witted, and though he has turned into one of them, from things ethereal, and his involvement is no longer the slightest.
He is born the title of Yu Jia, a tall, thin, delicate features, Chunhongchibai, gentle eyes. Dream of the story has been popular, Jia is the image of people talked about, whether he is kind of a person?
Just as there are a thousand thousand readers of Hamlet in mind, a thousand people have ten thousand eyes gem, how to locate him, all eyes of the beholder wise views about things. Grandmother Jia in front of the distinguished, he is darling, is the apple of his eye; in the hearts of the mother is Hunshimowang Mrs. Wang is Xin Tourou; is sin in the eyes of his father children inverse Jia Zheng, turn iron into steel; in the heart is life to rely on chai , and accomplished a good husband; for Lin, he is his Dream of system, not the sweetheart Unrequited Love; In RMB spring, spring, Tan Chun and Xichun four sisters in front of the first good brother he is a wonderful thing; for the attacks, Qing Wen, mandarin ducks, Zi Juan and other maidservants are concerned, he is to have equality and dignity with which the wealthy son of ... ...
No matter how people look, set the "perversity of the gas" and "scenery of the gas" was one of the Jia has just painted the people in the children, stood silently secular gazing affectionately edge of infinite beings, look lovingly and chilling.

A person's station（五）

Since then, the whole family with his father went to Sichuan. A small village, there is no cough grandfather, love to walk under the acacia trees Zhang, and village niu and those folks have to stay in the station from the other side, as if hardly touch the distant dream. Life completely changed its appearance, I live in a strange city became home to a temporary accommodation into permanent address hug, became homesick Sichuanese. But in the depths of memory, that lofty sky in the north, the north wind is still lush, Poplar is still noisy, I was still young, the roadside flowers are childhood innocent smile. So I am in the spring term of the rose-mei, Lin Tong fan I am in the summer of smoke across the blue water, I always miss every night in the Land of Abundance, and is still on the barren Loess Plateau, a small mountain village. It Palette general saving my childhood laughter and tears, naive and innocent, collections are Jin Xiang Yu. I was rolling the Jialing River in the heart of the drought and water shortage in northern; osmanthus fragrance in the evening, way back past the yard of the sparse rain Indus; night in lonely and helpless innocent smile niu thoughts. Nostalgia ray, and indeed the length of the Yangtze River eastward actually.
Study on three pharynx, Qine West Side CHANGCHUN COMMUNIST. CHANGCHUN COMMUNIST annual Green is the Willow, Baling not hurt.
Years later, I finally returned to their homeland.
When the sun slowly rising, I came to the Dream of the Department of the Village, stomp this winding road, even some close to his homeland scared. Is still the village before the village, but had removed it, all the courtyards have been abandoned. Wind around, and saw the old cave, like a mesopore were blind eye sockets to make wind and rain, with melancholy eyes, as I meet, who is the weeds that are collapsed Duanqiang rocks. Front of the village school is in ruins. A trip from start to finish, in addition to the general form of the village before the other with nothing. I was playing front of this deep-seated the desolate Mongolia. What, former village teacher, niu, there are those folks that you are gone? You all right?
Leading to a small village in memory of the kingdom, a small road, turned into an echo valley, in addition to the wind, I can hear only the cries of your heart. When I finally came home in front of their old, gently pushed open the old door, I saw weeds, Laying the floor, sometimes starting from the heart sad. Fingers lightly brushed the windows have decals, dusty furniture, and peeling off the wall paintings, trance I saw sitting in a chair smoking grandfather, busy preparing the mother, and their and siblings play in the yard, play the scene, could not help a hot eyes.
Things change, what can not hold to go have to go nowhere to spiritualism.
Originally, a small station allows me to go back to the hometown, but never return to the old days. Those sorrows and joys are scattered over in the wind, and now there is no grassland clustered flowers, and no childhood.
Across the years, I was dreaming. Dreams, the flowers were the last two I do not know ... ...

A person's station（四）

At that time I was his grandfather's memories. There was a time he coughed more calendar harm, no longer carrying the spirit of his younger brother to the sect, or go to school to see me to study. The only thing that he does not fit, is in the hands of the smoke, as if it is your good friend, is known to have been, it is comfort, happiness lies. But gradually, he was bedridden, and even sat up a few cigarette smoking effort as well. My brother and sister in a hurry to run around in his bed, and asked non-stop chattering, but he still endlessly cough, cough in the world on fire, Taoxintaofei. I think the grandfather was too much for cough, weight loss day by day people, but also sink into the eye socket, and if he can cough just fine for him. But I give him Duanfan addition to delivery of water outside can not do anything.
One night, Grandpa is not eating, coughing sounds more and more small, looks very weak. Brothers and sisters to sleep after her mother settled in, they stay with me in the grandfather side. Gradually, out of the window the moon was gone, there is an owl's voice sounded over the coping very harsh, very ugly, than I ever have heard all the birds are ugly, are terrible. Mom Zhoule Mei, went out and threw a few small dark stones only get rid of the terrible sound.
Later, some neighbors came, everyone came to see my grandfather, as if there are many words to tell him. I sat beside my grandfather and would like to talk with him, but stared at Grandpa was motionless cave somewhere. He must be tired, cough, and now need to rest, it must be the case. I was thinking to myself.
Grandpa really rest. Father came back out to work, just enter the house to acute halo to the ground. All the relatives and friends also came, as my grandfather put on new clothes, carried in buried drums in the. Everyone was crying, I do not know, Grandpa usually more Leiya cough, and now can finally rest quietly, why is everyone so sad? People cry makes me sad, not help the tears along with them, but my mind was the grandfather happy, he finally do not cough.

A person's station（三）

As evening fell, the sky is the Loess Plateau, the most beautiful scenery. The stars are always covered with thick rolling in the sky, like diamonds, such as pearls, a light over a. Moonlight is even more clear, and seems to flick clothes, will be able to shake off the one place of mercury. But my mother and I do not have much time to look at the sky, the moonlight often are busy in their own land. The ground and not have to dig endless sweet potato, is to have cut the endless wheat, corn or need watering. Other families to do farm work during the day are busy, but because my father work outside the home by the mother of all things, a person can not finish, had to take me busy in the ground and the moon came out to take a tired to go home. When the mother and daughter walking on the road, water, earth, moon shaman, everything is so quiet, there are layers of terraced fields distant hills seem to have fallen asleep, doing veil-like dream. I took mother's hand, tired and hungry, refused to take the number of stars on the day, just want to go home, fed and then the United States of beauty sleep. Cool night breeze blowing, surrounded by crops and rustled, let us add a few panic heart, so hurry to speed up the pace, did not dare to breathe loudly, just quietly move on, afraid to look around for fear of What is frightening to see the shadow. But there are one, sharp-eyed mother found squatting in a wolf under a persimmon tree, the black silhouette of the moonlight with a silent threat, scared she was dragged to the home of my Huanglihuangzhang the run, until closing the door, only relieved by the night secretly wipe the tears of his face.
In the loess slopes, in addition to the terrible wolf, the water is something most people worried. Village is only one person well, whenever the days of pumping, the village people are busy fetching water, go to the market like running in the water well and home, come and go, bustling. Every time, I have family and young sister to carry water in buckets dangling between the two, and finally carried home, how much to withdraw was not. Is it still good, and once lifted half way, and my sister to walk, determined not to lift. Home without thinking about how much water the tank put, I vexation gas, reaching about playing her sister. Wow gave her sister cried, looking at the way she wronged, I followed straight tears, the last two or barely carried the water back. This is the only time in my life to play her sister, then a Xiangqilaijiu endless guilt. Sister foregone forget these things go to Jiuxiao Clouds grow up, it became a major water company's senior executives.

A person's station（二）

At the time sky is always in my eyes blue tile blue tile, white clouds is surprisingly, like a cotton bud cotton fields accidentally flew up into the sky. In the cold winter, when the morning sun shines on the west wall under the time and I always sit in a corner with a small partner niu under study. Golden sun on our childlike face, who fell Zhang thoughtfully, on the locust tree fell on the tall, warm and bright. Reciting echoed in the school yard, often attracted some of the villagers standing in the doorway watching, cast envious eyes, or pleased. Whenever this time, I can always find the one in which the grandfather carrying a black cloth coat stood in one younger brother, and proud face with a kind smile, so they quickly bowed our heads, began to read more seriously books.
In contrast, after school time is always better. Niu I always worked hard in their own yard, play jump sandbags, or playing stones. Brother and sister on the side along with booing, laughing noises come and go, prompting a small brown dog also followed the family to run around, pulling the mouth from time to time the Kujiao, licking the little hands, and eventually attracted several more blame had to lay boring under the door, hung his head like to do alone, if some slight noise outside the door came, so did the momentum of the bark for several more, try to do their part. Often this time, Grandpa will move in the armchair before the child sitting in the cave, while inhaling pipe down, looked at us while he kept the music, sometimes twice on cough. Peak to the number of her mother, giving her two long braids, she always was busy in another cave for cooking, pull boxes lookout rushing sound, so that the smoke gently wafting windows, and graceful with the drifting went above the cave. The cave is always covered with the top of jujube trees, autumn, when the wind blows, a few ripe jujube fell in the yard, red, agate-like likable, like picking up children eat, the taste of that sweet and sour to eat a hundred tire.

A person's station（一）

Stepped off the train when it is midnight.
Standing on the third station on the Yellow River, snow walking towards me, I could not help gasped, pulling luggage walking quickly Wangchu station. Dim lighting, ticket inspectors curious to ask: "Does this train only you get off. Sichuan come from?"
I smiled and nodded his head, lit the next ticket to step out of the station. Station, the family is waiting, a white Honda parked not far away. We are excited to hug and greeting, and then hastily got to pull away.
Fun in the road the car rubbed the running and occasionally there are several orange lights near or far from the window before the flash off. Loess Plateau gradually emerged in character, the roads in the headlights with rugged, sometimes sloping, sometimes ravine, and down, like a rocky years, or that a loud song, or high or low, each tension of the nerves at all people, not a little neglect. The scene instantly pulled my thoughts to the Village.
Village, a name like a tiny hand on my heart strings gently waved to dial of countless notes, lingering sound wave, prolonged. It is a small village, not only small and very poor, was a dirt road into two, are crowded around a small courtyard crowded pay to pay the family who lives in caves have been. The middle of the road winding village, every rain, mud on the floor, each pair of relentless passing contaminated shoes on, making each one must be careful passing diversion away from the edge.
Village people have the same last name, young and old are all capitalists, the history of every one of us are familiar. I was born here, and his family lived there, and play with the children the same age play, went to school together. Village of the schools in the village, a bungalow, two cave, the hospital has a large middle Ash, hanging above an ancient iron Chung, and every class, when only one school teacher and principal Zhang will be the pace of firm went under the tree, pull up the slender bell rope, watching a group of small point will fall as the bell rings children out of the classroom, then he looked at the sky, eyes slightly narrowed, and then Daobei hands, You Youran large acacia trees scattered in the start, the term of the kids running around downtown show, actually walk from the trance of non-stop. Naturally, I am also a member of these children, the head of a ponytail, wearing a mother's fabric clothes, smiling innocent and naive.

I dream of my arena（五）

"So, the original brother you were here?"
"There are places you less, how can I?"
He pulled me without any explanation, to a strange house. Small fire in the house is red mud, green ants, the new Fu wine, it seems there is Feast.
Withdrew his wet coat, and we sat fireside drink.
Gu said the old man, cold water Yuehe Yue, wine Yuehe Yue warm. Now it seems that these words do not leave, there is wine, my little darling to gradually warm the; a brother, I forget the shock unconsciously.
"A person on the Emei Mountain fun?"
"Also, it works ... ..." I nodded and shook his head.
"Then I will accompany you to go up, OK?"
"Can not be another place?" I almost begged brother.
"Then Huangshan, right?"
"Great, you know me or my brother." I looked at him gratefully.
"Why do you like to go?"
"Because you want to go."
After listening to my brother laughed scholar. Laughter, his wavefront also gentle than the moonlight, I felt the flowers bloom, such as jasmine, intoxicating fragrance has been stretching to the depths of memory, lingering.
Flowers and the world, the opening of each flower carries off both rivers and lakes. I gave birth to my temperament rivers and lakes, where there are Haoqiganyun, there are flowery Meijuan. I believe that together with the scholar brother, even without martial arts masterpiece, if not I, fame, you can also write to the world of Jiandanqinxin sword, woke poetry, with Swordsman, and so, is not a more Happy happy?
Smiling hand in hand, the rivers and lakes of the road is being stretched far beneath our feet, flowers in full bloom on both sides of the road ... ...

I dream of my arena（四）

I do not know is to grow old and return home grateful to the gods, or with the junket, and there is not even a beauty in distress to me the helping hand. Misery!
The desperate, I desperately cried out: "Yang Guo Brother, Just let your big birds help me!"
Shen Diao does not appear, the ear is only the wind, but I just keep falling, falling. But why is this time, the third-rate singer Zheng hillside in the distance were piercing to singing: "... ... I always thought I was flying up, ears heard the sound, and seemed very beautiful, I did not thought I was in went down, went down ... ... "This is not typical of schadenfreude it? If there is an opportunity, if I could have trained martial arts masterpiece, will take him into the Pacific Ocean, to see him fall, fall ... ...
On the occasion of extreme panic, a pine tree from the cliffs suddenly caught himself on the ramp out of me.
Hanging in the air, motionless, like holding my breath: "O mother pine, even if the world has abandoned me, at least you ... ..."
Just, just hang in the air and shouting of not being heard by anyone, a radius of hundred miles off the beaten track, lost cell phone I do not know where to go, the Internet would not open, how helpless what am I to do?
The biting wind, the two lines of tears Pusu Su sliding down ... ...
Om, Om ... ... What was that? I turned to look, God, a large group of bees are around me. Damn old elf, and raised half my life of bees, how to actually make them difficult for me this time flying through the air? This is not just trying to find fault with me it? I reached out to catch the eyes of the bees, they heard the sound carbazole, branches broken. A cold heart, I despair to close my eyes.
Free fall again.
Eventually, I did not fall to the ground, but fell into the water. I always was a landlubbers, anxious fluttering in the water straight, screaming for help.
"This is someone's girl learned to swim in it?"
It sounds so warm and between sound familiar, I could not help hesitated, with only opened my eyes, ah, which is a lake in front of me, obviously that is a feet of water submerged Wang Ganggang thing. While standing in front of the speaker, not that my scholar brother it?

I dream of my arena（三）

Since I can not join the martial art study with a teacher to only rely on the wisdom of the original a martial arts masterpiece. So I went to Chengdu, Emei Mountain we see in Foshan on the inspiration and harvest can.
In order to further enjoy the scenery, I was alone this world famous monument from the beginning to go up, passing Qingyin Ge, the twelve, the Flower Adornment top, to the lotus stone, diamond days, slope, Xixiang Chi, Lei Tung Ping beautiful panoramic view of ... ... all the way, Mother Nature can not help but sigh, and more admired scholar Xingaoqiao my brother. He said: "more than accounted for the world famous monk, temple inscriptions Zhao." This is not, believe, and I saw many parts of the couplets are from an expert hand of Zhao: "a thousand eyebrows coming from the green mountains, birds orchestral sound the same all the way "," Xia Yi-day with sunrise, peak Tengyun the sea as the boat floats. ", and so knowledgeable brother actually asked me to find really extremely lucky ah.
While watching the scenery, side, imagined, and I unknowingly came to the Golden Summit. Thanks to the merciful Bodhisattva Samantabhadra, after all-powerful, despite the wind fluttering, despite the snow flying, I sat down facing the dazzling Buddhist, think hard how to learn a martial arts masterpiece, from Shafujipin, leaving the mortal world in the lofty next life fame.
Emei Mountain is in this towering, this cold-ah, never mind how to experience harm. Visitors wearing rented shiver down jacket is also kept, watched the sunrise after all rushed down the mountain. I am not a fairy, no fear practitioners to not join the weathered state of the sword, so the threat of snow, even if wrapped in a simple coat, hat scarf into battle together, or could not stop the whole body shaking, teeth chattering out. Ashamed ah, hey, who does very day.
Such as the Men of the think eventually I lost nature, I have to be prepared to down when a sudden burst of more violent head wind blowing, I will be away from the ground, relentlessly throwing mountains. God, below, into the abyss below, but ah! I close my eyes, helplessly waving arms and shouted the name of heaven, every god, come from the Goddess of Mercy as from the Monkey King to the Journey, and from the Jade Emperor to God ... ...

I dream of my arena（二）

Wudang so renowned the world over it? I have always admired the most successful Chi Master, in order to get his old true mass, it is necessary under the door every day in his life, maverick I can not bear to say anything in exchange for use of such young lives a hermit life ah.
Ah? Friends say that beggars do you? Nature is the first large group of beggars martial arts, is still thriving. Just a little look at, you will find under the overpass is still dotted with their eyeliner, running around the square of their Duozhu ... ... Leaving aside how slack they are, that is, since Hong Qigong not been out since Homo habilis . Although recently there was a sharp wind was pulling brother coming out, but his fleeting bright light and did not leave us much room for imagination, because they all pyramid-type business model. The Pretty Woman married Guo Jing Huang Rong since the guy after the dull, put his flourishing career aside completely indifferent, let alone to carry forward the beggars. Yellow girl child I watched the film grew up in front of the TV for her concern for her joy, and she also delivered smooth and slick, four ghosts from the Yellow River to Ouyang Feng, the predecessors of many martial arts play round and round. However, she often thought of marriage, she directed me to really want to shout: "Ronger, ah, ah you can not do complacency."
Era of progress, living standards improve, how could I do every day to enjoy other people's leftovers? Hong Qigong even eat chicken cooked with wine to drink with wine, but I believe it will relapse a little stomach, a badly it hurts. It is enough, for my poor stomach, physical recreation and health In order to walk the dead, his disciples are carrying the sedan chair grateful beggars ask me when the main fact is also determined not to go.
Talk about Shaolin and beggars, Gu Mupai how? That the tomb of the Maid, but my super idol, her snow white wins, her fairy face, simply let the world love to not love, only despair far. The Dragon had children and only care about the enjoyment of the Eagles to two of the world, and Gu Mupai only one Limo Chou, sinister Yinhen her human resource configurations, so that decent people are disgraced by the . I can not for martial arts, like the bride with white hair, like her excel at it. It seems that the tomb do not have to think about the effort.
Black on the famous rivers and lakes is of whale to send help, martial arts bad, bad people, usually only a move from start to finish dig black tiger heart, go rob the main enemy is often encountered, they are generally subtext: " The road is my open, I planted this tree ... ... ", and sometimes replaced by:" Heroes mercy ah, I have eighty-year-old mother, under the ... ... "always let the world contempt and ridicule. Exquisite flower-flower loved by everyone in the car if I see the car into the notorious gang, which has long been hard to maintain a good image to be destroyed.

I dream of my arena（一）

Fantasy with me, as well as night.
The castles of the world as the sudden rush of air from me, leaving only silence. I closed my eyes thinking fingertips with their own hearts, in the dark, free, and instantly a thousand miles, toward the legends of the arena.
Rivers and lakes where?
Rivers and lakes in my heart. It is the birds are flying south long grass in March, light rain in the leaf boat sway; is the Autumn Poetic long days and lonely duck flying falling clouds; is an article of Hengyang city, has a bluestone lane road, Sometimes Huqin babbling lopsided; is traveled alone in the sand groaning; is Jianqi climbed high cliff aspect; is holding flute outside the pavilion dressed in Qingshan; is vacated suddenly turn north wind fluttering hundred and eighty degree swing kicked the body's valiant heroic Zeikou ... ... arena is fast, and the heroic fight for the throne of the world.
The wind took the older generation said: rivers and lakes where there was.
After the arena is my spiritual garden, there are scores, there Jianguang, there are thorns, there are heroes and beauty. People can drink a large mouth, large pieces of meat, live in dreams, Ganaiganhen without farming fetching water, they do not go to work to earn money. Even if the poor are still happy chink Happy, the Ranger Wei's grace and pride of children rolled into one, just one night a lifetime commitment not for pleasure. Here, everyone can draw their own capacity to achieve the true glory and splendor, without regret.
How much heart, rivers and lakes have much.
Are in the political arena, I like light snow the footsteps of passing sadness, suffering, disease, ... ... in the warm sun on palm stripping do Sentimental, one begins to stretch and grow. Distance, it was besieged on all sides, encircled by the night of shouting; some of the embroidered shoes were lost after playing on the road; was flowers at the monument and litter dust; It was also alarmed, eyes wide open the black hole ... ...
I do not speak, but against the wind, eyes attached. Petite body hidden in a powerful spiritual force that power has been beat to death ------ cockroaches little strong, Saint Seiya called "burning a small universe", if the martial arts have an extraordinary scholar and beloved brother with armored cavalry, not better? However, many types of rivers and lakes in the martial art, good and bad, to where the Arts is the best policy it?
As we all know, the Shaolin martial arts martial arts comes as dean, seventy stunt known world, as long as the Society can be chasing one or two of them being exclusive and the world. Just, just what I have superb flower mask of woman effort to kind of like Mulancongjun with many monks and the Wu do? It seems this is not solve the problem, the United States famous Shaolin martial arts and I missed out naturally.

Wang Chuan（二）

Its might in the north wind blew my fluctuated, untenable. My little daughter, she still kept crying, I do not know how to face life without father and mother, as I do not know how to face the darkness without her.
I sigh, I saw far away a small piece of jujube forest, there are even more distant that the poor little village, and the familiar courtyard. There, I have many relatives there. They placed me miss, tied my homesickness. I have a hand, seems to be able to touch everything, but from so far away, far too could no longer arrive.
Snow and rained, the sky everywhere, and when I actually found an old friend of old, is bent over to feed their own flowers in front of the dog, his beard and eyebrows and sorrow of years become more white. If I'm alive, I am sure will be putting on airs, but I will not be so hard, but when they go out in the children were all sitting under a tree Laohuai entrance to the village, smoking in silence, facing the rugged piece of mountain meditation, thinking about my childhood, my Niangqin, there are those unfulfilled aspirations.
The front of the village I did not come to an end piece of the road, as if connected to the life and death, light and dark, it now seems more like a door that leads to nothingness. My grandparents must have seen it, and each will be here after all the dead, into a new beginning. But they have forgotten the past, or even remember who he is, how old, why will appear here.
Look, in my body, I selected the cemetery during his lifetime, now have a tombstone erected in the fresh yellow mound before, like a label, to make a summary of my past lives.
People think I'm dead, no one knew I never close your eyes in their moment to escape from his own, like the wind living, watching their villages and villagers, and the poor and wayward daughter, no longer could not say a word.
How strange the change, ah, I circled in their graves, looking at the little girl burst into tears, thinking of the distant branches of the courtyard the snow squeaking under the weight of the sound, thinking of dawn through the window the more to more light, silently projected on the wall of mottled time ......
Oh, now I do not make people fear the ghost, just an empty shell, and my sadness, derived from those who have disappeared or are disappearing things, such as the swirling snow, endless stretches.
A few fallen leaves to the memory of the depths of the journeyman, but I still remember, before his death he has overcome many of the demons, for example, bottles, small eye teeth under the acacia trees long with the girls, as well as sleepwalking and cataracts ... ...
The one with the small eye teeth girl, became the bane of my life and the Gate of Life, her hanging to me like a fairy, watching the young white-haired old man I became, and then withdraw to leave alone, the first I lie in my grave step and waited for me, swear at me again next life should change back to a handsome boy ......
She is real, and it is nothing, like a mixture, like a flu season tonsils, Zhonghuo my life. Now, she lay quietly beside me, silently, I do not know where Soul.
If, if there is next life, I want to be a superior carpenter, traveled thousands of miles to find a length CL Wood, now built a solid coffin, funerals were the norm long with a small eye teeth, she said there are those of sleep.
Gradually, it was getting dark down, my poor little daughter suffer the face of a pair of old grave deep knock-phase, three head, tears into the village, but it could not aware of eyes peering at me, and not the concerns and wishes .
Gradually a dark emotions can not go back, alone, rapping at my heart, unable to pronounce that sound.
When a group of unknown bird my view, the evening is much farther than planned, in order not to get lost, I kept looking up toward the sky; in the wind in order not to feel afraid, I was constantly toward the earth singing.
Miao Miao Xi who wind Xiaoxiao, Fiat's knife, ah, mountain grass, as the wind scattered in every possible way of love and hate the taste.
Burst after burst of the north wind flutter around, and I eventually give way and the soul of light snow in the cold, the dark curtain slowly fell, in the highlands come to an end, the withdraw through into the loess, the last look at the life of former ______ This is the accumulation of layers of the plateau, the yellow, so each layer the same, but the more inside, the more clean and more space ......

Wang Chuan（一）

Loess plateau.
Entangled with snow north, passing Gully sill, swing, scream.
Suona Sheng, the line of the white shadow and difficult to walk the edge of the field in the winding, wind tearful, dead branches on the Jackdaws hear the grief.
Running in front, a few strong figure, carrying a red coffin Phi, stopped in the field, yelling, slowly into the already dug graves.
People with children in uniform behind the knees, wailed and let enterohepatic children, inch by inch of breaking.
Snow, the sound of firecrackers, the white paper money, such as flying a lot of aloe wind, large and small sharp burning wreath, Hui Fei, Ashes to Ashes.
Just an instant kung fu, the dead man had been hidden children into the loess, leaving only a black and white photos enlarged by a handful of loess, a smile, from serene.
Barren land, snow white quietly, a swelling of both eyes, only loss was to see the north wind and fire, scattered west of the World, after a long term, both before and after death the vast.
Howling north wind swept away the mourners, there is only one she still kneeling on the grave, looking at photos of people on the child silently weeping.
The father and mother have died away all her rely on.
______ She is my little daughter.
I love and affection and my little daughter has the same smile, and she also has big eyes like Niangqin, as long as a sad eyes to his mouth fog.
She looked thin and helpless, I could not help but shed tears, tears of two lines of the cold.
Sudden stroke walk away with my life, let me say goodbye to her too late, already ...... Ghost Different Ways
Now, my body lie on the ground, the soul is free on the ground. Wind blows, I ride on the wind, and surveyed the desolate Loess Plateau have been dying and my fate, there is a familiar intimacy of the heart and rise to the eyes to become more vivid and simple, so that the age and the upper floor ......
A group of strangers bickering over the dead in the ground, why do not curse my soul to the coffin inside the report, each body shape distortions, weak and powerless.
I am not in the mood to see them one, still as alive as its own way forward, refusing to face the dark and damp walls, but no hope of floating in the grave.
I still want to see my poor daughter, still want to go looking for that all have disappeared, including some temperature and pain.

Wind and rain, such as silk, cotton night as ...

Rain, all the time.
Hear the wind, listen to the rain, lonely night, lonely night shift than I am.
Pro, dark around me, the cold rain through the body, and missing, such as blade across the ears, making the total memory is also struggling to get out of the well-being of black bondage, and can not the night the mystery.
This time, I drop everything, leaving you.
Because I think of you, my heart pure as the stars in the night for you to write the text line by line tender, repeated practice with the forgotten. And you look like the spring sunshine, clear up, so my view.
Pro, your eyes are the seeds of a dream, hanging in the sky. I have been looking as if it is a fresh, youthful Wang, fresh very happy, very simple, so I often could not help but shed hot tears.
Away from your arms, alone, into the snow-free winter, while a burst of cold hit, freeze my dream, I sense the pain ------ This is a large pain, you gave me a gift always when inadvertently attack.
Pain, I brew a cup of tea, keep warm, warm.
Pro, ethereal tea, I only memory.
The only memory is a gorgeous stone, a wave into the heart of thousands of drops of water splashes, such as snow Suiyu, shining happiness, sadness flashes. I avoid the less, the beaten and the injuries soaked eyes, only turned around, carrying a grand forgotten.
I wonder if you have not forgotten, I frequently look back, but could not find the way to go back.
Beibi finger close to the warm, like the care of a feeling of tears, tight, willing to give up, until all the people around the sentimental silence.
The window is large roaring past winter, I heard the raindrops falling from the edge of leaves, crisp, as I dream of dying.
By the window listening to the rain, alone Zensheng was black?
Is the winter, is winter, a shower, a burst of cold. Book at first glance, then Lyric Writing Master, such a night, pick up some of the old characters turn to feel a little lonely on the heart attack.
This time, only one you care deeply, as if you are my heart's in the hands of hot tea dendrite.
Mellow tea drinking, the mood gradually quiet, peaceful. This time, I do not care about human beings, I just want you.
Want you to take a few drops of rain canopies, Surusumi to Rouchang newly sprung flowers mood to draw a ------ Ink world's rivers and lakes this is you and me, no gown, no hats, no sword, more annihilation lifetime of the rainy season is not enough, and you in them, smiling clouds, has an aroma makes the name of lips and teeth.
...... But, I always can not paint the outline of your memory in the shadow of swaying left, leaving only the ear's response and the light blue sky ......
Time really hurried away with it?
That being the case, why do my pupil is still filled with a spring bloom, each flower you are having an affair?
Not a stroke you, I can only write to you on foot Long Short Sentence factors, like how far away you alone to listen to me, I listen to a shy astringent.
Qing Ji night is the night, rain is the condensation of rain, down a long time, I could not hear, could not bear to listen to Yudabajiao, joy will meet once people are turned into tears away. But, I still think about the past, thinking about the distance of a small inn warm pot of wine and a lover who sighs and crystal clear tears, pain and perseverance with.
Follow the tea, your shadow again uncertain, let me dream, complex dream.
Deep in the Night, Garden Light closed the door, unlatched, the rain gently sigh, such a roundabout way ......

Iljimae（四）

Stone looked back, his favorite brave children, dressed in ordinary clothes, down her hands, laughing and joking came forward.
"Yong Son, you go out last night?"
"Oh, Daddy how you do not tighten yesterday, my hand to get separated, Oh, yesterday, a plum great, I have felt the satisfaction of everyone, huh, huh ......"
"What is this?" Stone children do not reach out yong pink ribbon in her arms, asked.
"Oh ...... this is picked from the ground, is a good smooth. Yeah? Mother do?" Yong said children hands on his lips, walked out: "Dan a child, a child .. Dan ...."
Yong children looked away in silhouette, made of stone turned to mountain cabins bolted foot.
Along the way, those who were weathered by the years, those who were dying, from the mind flashed, and then the pain to the extreme, mountain water is also the wind tears.
Iron-cocking the request silently in the heart of God for mercy, not to disrupt the present life, so that their children can and a piece of Dan, and Yong children, living to old age.
Hurried footsteps, he looked up to find that, as early as a few warm-tree Warbler war, the heart is more painful, badly suppressing feelings, how can the spring; please? Can?

Iljimae（三）

Wringing is the angel of the Qing state, cheering the heart comfort that all civilians, they have gone about with a smile.
Only one person looked at the direction of the disappearance of a plum, absence of standing in open space.
He is a brave child's father, stone.
Stone saw a Meida Xia wrist a pink ribbon tied, and his family courage to which the child the morning the same color as the arms of surmise.
Do, a plum is his courage children?
Yong child was actually a plum?
Well, those childhood memories, children want to up the courage? So he wants to revenge for his family, he is not going to kill yourself?
Panic, he suddenly remembered his own log cabin, mountain cabin!
------ Mountain cabins in the basement of a plum off his armor, hanging on a rack, then remove the mask, revealing his face.
Extremely delicate face of a Zhang Wuguan!
Hanging in front of him, is a picture of the plum full House, he and his young parents and sister in their yard, sitting or standing or sitting plum tree, the same care and smile.
"Father, I have to find out the murderer to kill you, take him to plead guilty in front of you! Father, father ......"
Looking at the on-screen family, a plum burst into tears.
......

The next morning, the town people found murdered along the governance of small good courage is suspended high above the tower, therefore, have surrounded over, let him for the dead Road Qian, even more people Nuhan: "Kill him , shun revenge for the good! "
"No, if you kill him, we, and he is a class of people." Leung Shun indignant mother said with tears.
How can such a broad mind, how many people?
"A plum is our king!"
"We take him to the palace!"
Feeling ran high, even when the Emperor made a decree to have to pay tribute to the people, saying that some thorough investigation of the matter.
"Plum! A plum! A plum!" It was once again rallying cry, quietly picked up the Qing envoy's son do not live up to expectations, anger dare not say. Yong children's adoptive father of stone standing in the distance, a worried frown.
"Father."

Iljimae（二）

Government to ban everyone demonstrating in front of justice, even if kicking and never leave. Only their hands, is a mass of small wet cow dung, used against the officers and soldiers armed with Weaponry.
They just want a fair discussion for the dead!
Zhao Ting officials said the Dalits were Quedui emperor engaged in rebellion, holding the hands of the dry cow dung, ready to fire, explosion. Thus, the presence of the emperor ordered all the men and women to archery, Do not get caught.
With the order, the rows of well-trained soldiers raised his bow and arrow unarmed people.
No turning back!
People who know what to do without Gushan Liang, but closely guarding their own side of the body of their loved ones.
At this point, I heard from the tower Upload thundered, such as a heart of stone into waves, attracting everyone's attention, but also a lever to stop the momentum.
At night, right in the tower above a one broken hair, face mask, black tights people, toting swords, marched murder rule Yong.
"A plum!"
"Is a plum!"
......

Who is the legendary black plum!
Is stolen gold and silver circulated to corrupt the poor people of a plum!
Silk clothing is food stolen from the palace where the plague had risked his life to be forced to give the patient a plum isolated!
Is to make the court angry and helpless in a plum!
Is to make people across the country are very respected Iljimae!
Every time something will be left behind to steal a picture of a plum a plum blossom pattern.
A plum is the people of God, and the people of the king!
In case of the savior of the helpless people, cheer, joy.
Confusion is the men!
More confusion is the rule Yong's father, the angel of the Qing state: "Governance Yong, Yong ah ......" I rule
All the men turned toward the tower, ran to a plum.
Iljimae will be tied up in the government deliberately Yong upside down in walls, turned and drew his sword and flock to the soldiers fight.
The dark, an arrow pointed at a plum quietly from behind, meaning the government ban looked far in front of people, shouting, but I do not know how to help him.
En color stood beside his brother, the public en color sub-adult daughter, brother, ho does not hesitate to draw the sword, arrow shot hidden soldiers.
Iljimae Wensheng look her dark eyes brighter.
Seeing more and more men, one Meiti the government hanging in the air from the brave, good in the first pull on the rope to slide into the distance, such as a meteor, from the night sky, from all over the line of sight and disappeared in the color of the night.

Iljimae（一）

Sunset.
Yuemingxingxi, Ukraine magpie flying south.
Mountains in a quiet, skinny spring quietly walk, the cold wind, the moon on the rise in the ranks.
The moon rose up, he stood on the hillside bluestone, holding a sword.
The sword is very heavy, no life, but close to the eternal, flashing his dedication and light.
He always remembered his father's words, to use live sword, save, save all the kind and worthy people.
Therefore, he is not easily sword.
If the sword out, there must die.
Then it's most bloody people.
A meteor across the sky, brilliant light of a short, brilliant!
He does not blink in the blink of an eye looking at the meteor, if it were a distant dream.
Dreams do not belong to him!
Waiting for his only reality, only the cruelty!
------ Angle in the mountains, the scattered light, such as the sea, the heaving. When a wind blows, occasionally the government will cut down the mountain in front of justice cries, crying, into the hills.
It was his fellow townsfolk hundred miles radius, is prohibited with the meaning of confrontation between officers and men of the government, denouncing the culprit.
Crowd, there is all sorts of pet of his father and mother had a red stone child, there are anxious to follow his life Shun Feng lovely girl, with his stubborn with small to large, more public life, he loved as the daughter of ex sentenced to adult Choi ......
They are good little girl came along for the death to seek justice.
...... Just this morning, on the narrow streets, the son of the Qing state government Yong drink messenger riding a tall horse, speeding past wherever he went, chaos.
The little girl picking good homes along middle of the road is falling ------ pink hair band hair band is her brother gave her courage children. She has a dream and want to grow up, marry cute yong children brother.
Hear the chaos of the hoofs, she has not had time to stand up to heavy foot down horseshoe.
If a soft leaves, petite figure falls, silent.
Did not take seriously the people's rule of life Yong, Yang was the first smile, and galloped away, and his family continue to laugh, drink and friends to play mahjong!
Angry, not just good parents along, and saw the matter as well as Feng Shun grateful folks.

Half moon climb（二）

They carefully read some of dynasties, and death come and go, and then enter the hurried retreat, mountain temple, or the Huaihe River brothel, with the lute, with the wooden fish, a drop of sound, piling up the bitterness to the world and dreams, silently portrait, even if Jianxue Plum , the expense.
Against the wind when she was a glass of Qin, a Han tile, people in search of the Peoples of their own shadow, they found, all of them are their own, all of them and not their own ......
Gradually, the joy of the heart were more sad.
She closed her eyes, but not wanted, scattered in the corner of Othello child, have played, traveling all the old to start a war.
Shiny dagger and arrow on the bowstring who should spell out who exactly is?
She Qiaoli water, clothes and thin, his eyes dazed.
Lighting confusion, transformation. Face scattered in the wind constantly updated with, they accidentally left lying in the grass in tears, have become the past.
Who occasionally drink into the ages, countless rivers and mountains give the Six Dynasties, the earth substitution?
Wang Jin Millennium Yanbo, ugly on the raw end of the net once, she forgot herself.
Wind, cloud Chung, did not touch the setting sun into the snow-capped mountains, the darkness rushed over, no one saw her sorrow.
This would seem to have passed her life!
Desperate, she loudly, calling himself God.
God does not appear, there is the half moon.
Half moon climb, hiding all this winter, plum, call out the aroma, then regret it the waters off the cover she had to go.
Hidden in Jianjia through the moonlight, she saw a white horse came across the music, Deng Hua thin to do, ten thousand Rouchang for his blessing put on clothes, more than a fictional god!
Friction between the soul and the eyes sparkle, suppression could not stop the excitement, like the tide overflowing the night.
Moonlight on the run, the Buddha illuminates water's edge, she and her small universe of mind and let her sink into the shadow of the bottom rolling, the glittering waves of water.
Time, a quiet, moonlight and the United States, a number of well-being in the night inexplicably nervous.
At this point, if you go through, will see a plum the same woman, overflowing beautiful sadness, singing sweetest song, leisurely away: "End of career, Cape ... ..."

Half moon climb（一）

Light blue sky is very quiet with winds blowing, this is a beauty about a dynasty plum and her story ... ...
Fingers crossed the sun the earth, a plum tree blooming attracted to the flame of my heart, and a pretty plum branch south through the wind, leisurely down to the water, suddenly turned into a simple and elegant woman, a smile forward, sometimes on the water Fenfei, sometimes Lingboweibu, Shenqingruyan, clothing tactic fluttering.
Puddle of water, such as the gorgeous silk, glowing slightly in her foot wave, increasingly lively, charming.
Suddenly, she was admitted to the pace, not into the bottom, like a naughty child, despite the undercurrents in the stream, let go of all the white fish, watched them towards the sea.
Surface trace of the joy unspeakable in her mouth, as if their desire is her long-standing dream.
Entanglement around the plants, such as a fish, she leisurely surface.
...... Around the lake is surrounded by mountains, snow-capped mountains!
Hill angle, the snow covered pavilion is short Pavilion, is the snow bridge canoe is covered with white willow.
Land so, How can we help people nostalgic heart health?
She Minzui smile, jump jump from the water.
Shore, but not from the reality, there are string and wind sound, the Ruqirusu, those red-faced or painted face, those who Tsing Yi Ling Yu, appeared in every corner, and those sitting on the stone, drunk eyes, the faint flash .
In a flash, a film such as demon, bending, incense, hold in mouth from people's tears.
Unlimited curiosity, so she popped the body falls the water.
At this time, sit Duanqiang above, among the old temple, there are people standing on the edge of the pavilion, with the look to her, their funeral books than she can see the image more lively and real.
Do not say anything, she did not say anything, just quietly and watch four, hope all directions.
Tender wind that carried over, surrounded by Limbo Rush, followed, shaking the Lingyu chaos, there is the issue of loud roar.

Dusk, such as cotton, flowers a dream（二）

After two days of weather that will be a substantial cooling in the winter has been in close proximity.
The face of cold, warm hands warm heart How do I?
Plain rich, folks seem to all clothed, sit back and relax, no one discovered that I am still empty-handed, look bleak.
Sad, is not destitute, just because you lost.
Call stringed, drawing the left eye, I find along the way a virtual you.
Lin flowers will wilt, can not take away my thoughts of clusters, even years, they can only let my love keep warm, like a fish ------- endless swimming in the water go, always enthusiastic, and even plants can make it around a half a day.
Hazy sky of fog, is a sparkling river, and I was one of a swimming fish.
Look, the two sides on the gravel plain, filled my door waterfront dream, a gentle wash to wash the words, lyric, confession.
've Had enough mud and water, and the vicissitudes of life, cried moonlight, Xiao Sheng and bamboo flute, I'm still alive, swimming, swim to a have your direction.
Gradually, the light faded.
Road and shoes, summer and autumn, King and the Concubine, heaven and earth ...... for Love with each other, and I live in the world, for you, toward the end of time, nap.
Fog, like the cat gently, a little bit of spread, stained white houses, the streets, but also cemented the tiny drops of water, such as mustard wet clothing with lawn and human cheek, so I can drift with the clouds between the ribs, the pace more and more light , more elegant, like the twilight, alone over the plain.
This time, my mind is quiet, light is my obsession.
But, in the fog, in the nine ileum rough, I did not in the Piedmont, stop the water. Because, knowing you are on the other side, a bridge to cross burning in my eyes, I can not see the shadow of been stuck in some of the shore, knowing that you are the gold jade, I just can not put your heart melt in your hands into the blood, and only a few meters away the shore, down to despair. This is my pain, my sorrow my pain I do nothing, this is the edge that is life this is what I can not escape the love!
Throughout the ages, generation after generation in the story, you and me one after numerous, hilarious tangled hair with the pillow in the end scenes, the drama about their lives, played many games sentimental thing. Now, why do you why do I do not have a way to each other?
Hazy fog, tanka when crying.
Years too, I am unable to dream of drifting you, only turned away, wandering alone in the fog.
Because of you, I'm wandering alone, like a pool of youthful, seemingly quiet, in fact gorgeous. Even if the mist soft hands, wet heart, I finally could not bear to say it, afraid of waking, life and broken dreams of a quiet pool ... ...

Dusk, such as cotton, flowers a dream（一）

Mist from the east, the plain seems like paradise.
Hazy, I step lightly, riding white green water, the two sides, Castle Peak snowflake.
City to fog face wash, what to do to turn on lights, the vehicle is no longer in the high and mighty fuss past, carts, cars, regardless of grades, have become a creep, so slow down the rhythm of the city.
Unexpectedly, and a wonderful work out of the fog color, a warm open, hazy with, moist with, dense with, that time of the gas field, as if one hand, combative, denied all of my life, superficial encounters, ultimately willing to bow to you, Mo worship.
I smoke and mirrors, head Yang scared, delighted the soul of a joy, the potential a small cup, You Youran pour out of a natural landscape a gorgeous bright color.
Claustrophobia, fog, non-fog ......
Fresh, ever green under the branches of the orange; elegant, like the hands of the slide of silk; vast prairie like Tiyin Hulunbeier distant. I think this is you.
I long to touch your charm, you are my ups and downs of the landscape.
Heart I love, like your mood is a little girl outside the window looking at the fire burning palatial luxury room, in the snowy days, eager to go in, keep warm. Crackling fire burning in the room were a man warming himself, reading, having a few, vast term of life and death.
Quietly, brilliant flower of my life.
Fog, the wind the more weak, the temptation will be.
I do not casually say love, just cautiously grabbed the soft grass, dust the light, the fog will be a lot a lot a unique smile and your intimate collection.
Unconsciously, your smile faded fog. I was removed in the mist, shouting your name. My sadness, my thoughts, along with melt into the fog, blurred Xu Xu continued.
The white fog, a chilling ......

Late autumn, as you rush for your stay

See also the full moon.
River, the water's edge, I Dimei Rush.
Empty bags, thin clothing.
Moonlight embrace me in your arms, fingers crossed quiet gentle plains, leaving behind a pale blue.
That night in Chengdu, dark flow, endless fields, the scattered light wind gently, so that ink on paper usually drain the plains suddenly vast and full hide all of their gradually dim, and gradually deserted, and gradually subsided.
Even if the stock market noise, the property market boiling, this years, this life, still depressed.
When the moon fell dead branches, in my eyes changes with light and shadow is a foreign land, walls, people sitting on mahjong table, cold eyes ......
This time, it was silk clothing nocturnal, some tossing and turning, and those Lost Souls of the prodigal son who staggered in the cups, sorrowful eyes, what for whom in whom absence hurt?
All the stars blinking, and no one answered.
Anxiety, panic, Tolerance thoughts ......
Membership by the train whistle, the birds in my heart towards you.
Where you have the hometown of the sun, and sorghum wine flavor, there is still a Shaanxi Opera, a confused, babbling sound of his mother's bright lights, every dream is a honey dipped.
And I've tried Sanshiliuji, can not come to you, only floating on the plains, from dawn to dusk, to drift into an empty shell themselves, useless.
Gust of wind, swing plain, shelter deep in the alley.
I looked up to see your smiling faces of friendly and co cunning Ji moonlight slowly reached down from the sky, let me nowhere to hide.
And you send me those dreams, those dreams do not wake up, there are those who are repeatedly opened and closed plot, in this late autumn wind, and repeatedly tapping the verse me speechless, I had to look forward to a meditation immortal.
Day and night, all to carry on.
Could not resist not only the time horizon there you apart.
In the breath between the look of love you can always wake up my memory.
Neem trees in memory is green, day and night growth, full of, is the night we were talking about art and life, and pain, persist, and no desire to describe, and write those words, only you and me poetry.
Under the moonlight, falling so light, past so heavy ......
Passing from the eyes of the past air-dried into a drop of tears hanging on his cheeks, hot.
Walking alone in the plain, I think you again and again, like some secular terms, such as: fate, World, Concert, this life, even at a loss until the loss of the eye.
Cause the world, and sometimes truly sudden, surprise.
Your previous life, I have missed; afterlife, too slim, also do not know who to wait for you in the ginkgo tree. Therefore, I do not expect, just want to live in this late autumn in a place full of roses, where you have a fence, moonlight, a faint sound could be heard in the spring. Every day, you can smell the aroma of my stir-fried vegetables, and I can see every time you looked amiable smile.
------- Dream too, have become a burden.
Want to go, and want to rest assured that the days of rolling-oriented, but unfortunately, those were the heart have a beautiful gesture to plot the total cross in the heart, so that everything is eclipsed.
Human customs million, why a little sympathetic, actually make me so drunk? Among these, whether there had been penniless? Asked the ending, but also with drunk apricot days after it?
Youzi month alone, as I wandered, saying nothing.
I do not think that those non-stop sadness came from the darkness, decorate my Love's waterfront, knew it, actually has become pieces, such as the vast expanse of the white reed flowers, tear up a little bit of the wind, scatter.
Highlights dashing, as thoughts of the loss.
His back, the moonlight pouring in my eyes, so that tears the guests.
Duras said: "We cry, to say do not say. We regret it can not love each other. We simply do not know anything."
But I know you came for love, never a bit away from.
Not the glass together, to do with roses.
Moonlight Through the silent, Italy honestly, I hurried away, end of the road, without you.
The wind go back to see hundreds of Jiuqi volume term fall into the eyebrows, a small woman from makeup is not flourishing.

Seven said my brother（十）

The second thing. Eighty-year-old mother after the result of long-term blind eye, eyes dark, most of life can not take care of themselves. Remove Erniu Huanyi for her bath, the seventh of the usual action by the arm, or move a place, or to the outdoor sun. After the mind becomes nagging old people constantly, or curse or complain, like a lonely irritable old frog. Laoqi are calm, or a joke or sing sentence Tone sound funny mother happy. Called the mother to eat every meal at the table, the table meals let the mother fish to catch the prey with the fingers, never hold anything against sub-let his mother alone a meal. Seven said do not mind, Erniu do not mind, do not despise their children. Outsiders saw that this is a rare earth filial respect for the elderly real life.
Seven said the famous, so that once the fear of the elderly had a happy old age. Seven said the actual action and sincere filial piety, washed once spilled a lot of dirty water in his body. Now two old graves covered with grass. When the seventh of an annual festival with their children to Shangfen grave, graves of white streamers flowing with the mourning, the two old people are some kind of know, the seventh of silkworm V is still an old house in that, still his incense Tang successor.
Seven said the disease will have my family to save it? Although we Huangran disturbed, the answer is yes. As long as he followed the doctor's advice active treatment, as long as him relax state of mind, brave face, as long as we work together with the learning support and help him, he can out of "diabetes," the swamp. Jiao Jian, a quick reduction of the limbs, outgoing cynical, yet humorous, often in life clatter jump to a comic Laoqi.
About human existence, there are two spiritual strength, that is, memory and vision, can be said that our two wheels, it can be said of our pair of wings, from coast to coast, the moment is not lost, it took us to fly, the degree long years had boundless. Let me get the seventh of my family is something that is mediocre publicity has been less important.

Seven said my brother（九）

Mother was a kind good people, more aware of the difficult upbringing, the seventh of the number in both sides of the village had been wronged, but to learn to face, Seven said under the care of the adoptive parents, wearing a "Gongzaigeer" mask over the mid- Year by year, the mother is not a do not know, can not bias the father as a kind of hatred on the outline to heart magnanimous Gratitude. Seven said it is the first time to go home, in the confused emotions have, in the biological mother get a profound teachings.
Since then, Seven said to frequently see each other, is no longer a wandering boat, blood and upbringing, west of the village in the ancient city and the barriers are no barrier. In the words of the ancient city Danzhou blend of words, I saw the great beauty and humanity's precious blood.
Seven said the village farmers to stay in the west., Due to congenital deficiency, coupled with emotional instability has not become "big" written by farmers. Later, the seventh of dreams abandoned by farmers in business after the failure of opening restaurants, I wrote, "the seventh of my family," a text, on the seventh of investment to pay attention and uneasy mood. In this paper, such words: looking at the road on both sides of the lush green Tianchou, I think of Seven said in rural areas who still refused to leave the wife and I suddenly felt the business classic that not everyone can afford to carry. Seven said the land should be returned to his familiar message of hope to the green demand. The country billions of farmers to do business, our rice and bread come from! 'I do not know this view is right or wrong, Seven said to me, I do not know whether this persuasion as the yoke of a heartless, I just use my interaction with others, down to earth, abandon unrealistic cranky The basic principles to affect him, actually wanted to say to him, to keep their jobs, live light, healthy and safe is happiness.
Seven said the most impressive so far the most flash place, than the King of the adoptive parents of filial piety. Although foster parents are biased and doubts, fear of Seven said bedding leave. While they were to old and sick, lonely wait to dry his later years, they unexpectedly gave the seventh of a happy old age. Marriage is not only a male grandchild for the Tangjia Sheng Sun, and intact the footprints in the west village. There are two things to both sides of the village with admiration, a word of praise for his brother's wife.
First thing. Seventy years old father is seriously ill, is the emphysema plus turns attacks of kidney stones. After a series of combat drug injection, patients paralyzed in bed for three months, Life as gossamer, but has been reluctant to die. Seven said four chemists and health, stay in bed has been served, money cleared, farming do not move, to a foot long in the tall weeds, deserted a good winter time. Until the father kicked the bucket, Panax after the play before opening plow ox, start over.

Seven said my brother（八）

Sunny day at noon, the sun is a good time to incense. Hong mother by rubbing this city unique traditional arts and crafts, Zhengdian living expenses. Seven said the appearance and I resemble, not introduced, and instantly the mother came to know is that she fell off a piece of meat from the body. Time to scrub, the mother with hands covered with ash to embrace the seventh of the head, the kind of speechless surprise, concerns and thoughts, so that mothers old man in tears, when his father deceased, mother of tears blending double layer snapping sad and worried.
"Mother, are you?" Seven to open the mouth first time fifteen years of his mouth shouting loudly biological mother. Although the word is used instead of the ancient city of Danzhou words, but my mother does not sound familiar, sounds sweet. Mother breaks through his tears, the sound of belated "biological mother", mother of his old head to flower, as if the younger years.
Mother cooked a bowl of lean pork flavor of the ancient city of snacks "Dragon side" as Laoqi Jie Feng. "Dragon" near homonym "back door." Seven said to eat only cooked noodles for his biological mother, and both from the meaning of home. Seven said eat while telling his adoptive parents to conceal the long-term life experience, seeking to block his own father and mother share many bitter memories, he knew the way to and from fear, into the arms of the biological mother, do city people, do not do both sides of the village.
Mother, wiping his wet eyes: "You mother had taken away when you, did not give us a pound of sugar, a piece of cloth to you took away for nothing. That she owes me, not owe you, you are my heart's a piece of meat is your mother's heart a piece of meat, adoptive parents raise you ten years, credit for bigger than me, and he pro-block you think is a bias, in fact, I am not missing son, wanted to come back after you have identified pro- care of. "
She added: "Currently my family is poor, the three brothers to run around on the outside, my brother still in school, can not help you, I hope you listen to the words of adoptive parents, good reading, will amount to anything, for the glory adoptive parents, but also for me glory. "

Seven said my brother（七）

Seven said other end of the age of seven, and his cattle his entire life in the old walk. Seven said over a piece of land plow, harrow complete a field, and let the cows eat grass for a while, cattle and pull up the carts, Seven said they followed a walking cow. Seven said sometimes carry a hoe, weed out those extra between peanut seedling weeds, cut off the edge of the field to take a few coughs sickle the weeds, pick up some of dung on the field, this is the seventh of every day wanted to do farm work. Nursery, planting, harvesting, pick Wo, containing peanuts, sugar cane and other farm work fine by Erniu to complete. Erniu hard-working, tenacious capability, has been extraordinary imagination. She gave birth to male and female fertility, the family home away from touching the large half days. I'm worried about her small thin line can be tied to a fly's body, in menopause, in the long tortured stomach can accompany finish seventh of the way of life. I had to sing the praises of the Danzhou women in rural areas, for her piece of secular blackout break for her seventh of the faithful, devoted my gratitude.
Focus on marriage, love, indifference is the cultural heart of a people, marriage is a love which is especially important to the. Although the Seven said marriage ruling by the foster parents, but not a clever mouth by the matchmaker come involved. Seven said the hand with the Erniu hugged along the way there Danzhou tune sound bedding and rendering thousands of years, the sound is transferred Danzhou Danzhou young men and women of the "Serenade" and "Waltz." To adjust the sound to pass voice is so pretty dance and the free and easy. When they kiss in the thorn bamboo border secretly, when they were both quiet secret of the fields to lie down and wantonly without dread Xiongxiong Jing lit the fire of love, really love each other choose the crystallization. Seven said it was frequently issued the "son of temper," guilty of gambling from time to time, to provoke the woman, when the thin Erniu persuade them, verbal abuse spill, he could hear in, Jiao Wang convergence wayward and lazy, repented, have let us the crystallization of love in this interpretation have been.
Seven said often said: "There is no Erniu I do not know how when a farmer, not Erniu I would never be the home."
Seven said I said: "If there is afterlife, you have to select the cream of the crop Erniu this woman."
Father quietly distributed to the three thousand, three daughters, the seventh of what they look cold to go the way of his life, his seventh of sustenance is cleared, let Laoqi withstand suffering, so he knew epiphany. In my opinion, very cruel father, he should not have to make a baby son, tender and vague to support this empty house. He should, kick kick a realistic history of life took to the road traction Seven said.
There are more hard-hearted father is doing everything possible to obstruct the seventh of finding the source of his accession to the WTO. Seven said many of their loved ones in the flames of desire do not burn, he was doused cold water take the lead.
Seven said very small partner in the ancient city where people are not heard that he is on both sides of the villagers. Mother and brothers and sisters live in the state St, commune big old house for himself the right front door of his home. Every father can take him into the city, always straight piece of shit around the commune's road, Po town from the south gate of a big bend. Seventh of the holding in the market as holding a dog, let him leave my side, but not to the seventh of human contact of any city. Pass on this one fed up with pagodas, the seventh of that for small partners sensitive to the rumor is true. Is the father deliberately avoid, concealment, deception and blocking.
Of course, Seven said the credibility of pro road, San Mao did not write songs like "olive" in "My hometown is in the distance" as the Piaomiao and distant. He does have thousands of miles away from their loved ones thousands of miles away the feeling of desolation and vague and remote. But flesh and blood is hard to break away, without telling his father was finally at the age of fifteen, took the door into the city.

Seven said my brother（四）

Danzhou that Su was banished in the third set of ancient birth, when children suffering from the pain of poverty, I have a pair of blue eye, loss flawless looking at the distance. I do not know what life is like a more distant. Consolation there, the point is that I unashamedly have to buy food for residents of the State account. This is the Chinese people and the farmers of two distinct human beings. Anyway we were free, the farmers must respect and kissed the black patch of land. Stick to the matter of that piece of farming, mulberry fields of the for. "Kiss the land," the word is commonly used in praise of the poets words, it is to describe the relationship between farmers and the land to the extreme, is an idealized knowledge divorced from reality.
In the ancient city. I have two teenager's best friend is the farmers, I have witnessed their suffering and living farming the pain. I have been so naive as to want a return to farmers, and Howard's two cubs to his vegetable garden planted beans subdivision. Land next to a river, and poor high and two meters twice a day, pouring water, lug buckets Teng, Singapore, began to Shihai hold up, is in serious difficulties later on, the trip down and back pain, backache, difficult to Further, I can not stand, beans gradually turn yellow from the green leaves off the vine, set aside this second subdivision, had to pick vegetables to eat there as high as cubs. Because of this little experience. Think of the peasants traveled throughout the year, spring and autumn species, summer Ken Dongxiu are based on dialogue and heavy physical and land, unlike the poets say that to be emotional, so sweet, so calm.
Not hard to imagine, Seven said this once Gongzigeer, the farmers of this rocky go the way how difficult. Standing less than five feet six and weighing fifty kilograms, except for a quick mind, silver tongue, and two strokes of good fist of martial arts dance, the matter of farming is almost a blank. Qingming Guyu, the beginning of summer solstice, who first who, after the cart before the horse will probably, not to mention plowing harrow, seedling plug Wo the. Fortunately, he married a wife Erniu long village, Erniu is a village in her family to marry experts, Danzhou region is a hard-working woman born, to endure hardship, ability, heart liberal stuff. It is because of Erniu, with the help of Erniu, Seven said the only things in the farming gradually from the shallow depth, outside to the inside, finally in sight learned to plow harrow, plant nursery and learn that when a real farmers.
Real farmers what is it? Land farmers must understand the real, familiar with farming, the physical exhaustion and the outpouring of blood and sweat to get three meals a day. Real farmers do not have government statutory holidays, no paychecks to the bank card, not to go beyond reality fly freely.
Seven said the biggest headache, and then made him angry, there are seed suppliers sell the fake rice farmers. He has - Chapters strokes, the start of the rice plant flowering is not filling, deflated deflated crop failure, Chun Wo white dry season. He told me on the phone, I said: "sue him!" He said: "I do not have culture, and if cheated once again, I put the stick to the seed companies to Havoc in Heaven." Fortunately, the second time to buy the real thing. Seven said either going to be a - back to the 'Monkey King' of..
Seven said the sense of helplessness, what is most difficult for him to exercise restraint is inadequate water supply reservoirs. For the irrigation into the field, often have to stay together all night long, long overdue for that point of drainage water, often with the adjacent field folks or uncles altercation, calling to kill each other. Once he left forefoot, rear foot to a follow-up to his surname Tang Shu outlet blocked. Daohe were there shouting thirsty too! Seven said tempted him Momen up points. Seven said to do that? He is the city life, village people know his veins the blood is not the surname Tang, moving from the military to Laoqi to please the cheap? Seven said quite helpless, he watched others taking away the water seedlings. I answer the phone, my heart is not quiet a long time, a shortage of water supply for the reservoir, farmers have to rely on weather curse the cruel reality of mourning. Second is the seventh of the Millennium secular bias in China's living environment caught between worrying. This seventy-year-old get married in the old, the adoptive mother warned him not to call own wedding drink, otherwise you know you are a city person, marriage to end does not become. This is a top priority in life to make a small episode in the seventh of a dilemma, had planted the seeds of prejudice and every hack in the fence. Seven said, "lonely overseas" miserly, and the hardships of a farmer, I could not help but sigh endless pain, and again in my systolic flow in the winding up....

Seven said my brother（三）

Seven said the same home with the uncle's son, separated by a wall only uncle, also home to the New Year with his wife and son, the black car that stops bright entrance to the village of "Treasures" car light shining homecoming. Uncle only one year earlier than the seventh of school, almost one out of the house, read the same school. Conditions on the seventh of the economy and should be stronger than before Uncle. Uncle academic success can be only way people will move onward and upward, is now the level cadres, and the seventh of it on the land, harsh saliva among themselves, waiting poverty. I asked on the seventh of this thing, Seven said the answer is, only tert-studious, hard reading, honest obedient. And he wanted to have fun, like a baby, do not give a dime a day is not father to school. Adoptive parents had no choice but according to his temper, he wants the moon, the moon god father should come off. If the only tertiary school-age period in order to work hard, honest listen, in exchange for fame and fortune today, the seventh of the spoiled, headstrong loose and had planted the seeds of bitterness. Seven said the honest, let me laugh and cry, resentment can not.
Speaking of his mother more than once, the seventh of birth in the delivery room two days was taken away not worried when it pulled the lung scenarios.
Forty years ago, the rain started falling in the first month XIII. Seven said the mother breast suck dry the last mouthful of milk, his mother clutching his head in his arms warm, the seventh of his adoptive father three bags of cigarettes smoked effort. During this period the mother's tears like endless rain pattering outside the house has been in the stream. Tears like a river full of reefs and rapids, a wave of a Bay to put six children pale and thin face pushed to the front of her. Boss, the second, third son need to go to school, ranks the fourth, Five, youngest need food and clothing, the mother worked like a spring depression is Tao, the father is a stripped down the dead trees, no seventh of water and nutrients nourish the tree seedlings. And not send anyone to have not negotiable. Not to mention the delivery room are sitting seventh of the future can not wait to foster parents, they want to go back on children's immediate fear of the mother's anxiety, the performance was clearly off in the foster father of the three bags off the fire in the hookah. Their son's desire and devotion, and in the mother when the mother breast-feeding has been the seventh of the pair of feet touching and gauze wrapped around the umbilical cord under the small penis. Father has repeatedly said to his mother: "Be sure to come to support him as a son for him to study, to meet all his, let him be the happiest person in the village on both sides." Mother said: "You promised to any of the seventh of good times, I do not see, as long as I keep his life only to send you a raise, and later he grew up, let him come to recognize his brothers and sisters have. " Mother finished with her wrapped around a seventh of the best clothes and let her continue to surround the atmosphere and the warmth of the seventh of unknown life into a strange world.
Now, I actually blame the foster parents and Zechi Seven said it, or blame, and Zechi Seven said. Our ancestors have repeatedly warned us, "female child, no good man." Seven said the heir, as heir adoptive Temple, he became very prosperous Tang did not Gongzaigeer. Under the shadow of the adoptive parents, two sisters and a younger sister in the mask to and love, the seventh of getting into the "tea to hand out rice to mouth," the rich kids of the cycle. Spoiled, headstrong, fun lazy, can not help adoptive parents discipline, not only missed the first step in the great journey of life time, and good wishes to the adoptive parents cast a faint shadow. Father to his uncle, said: "Seven said it could not learn Uncle, I could not Qindie his biological mother. I'm afraid I can not afford the old pension after he, I'm afraid he could not stay in rural areas, to the city to find his fellow flesh and blood of the. "Later, the old seventy-year-old married, father to stay skeptical two dollars, two ten pounds of peanuts, fifteen brown sugar, Seven said to be headed to their dollar savings Sanqian quietly secretly distributed to the three biological daughters.
Seven said this father to take over the iron plows, cattle, Wo rake, hoe, water dish barrels, from kissing the earth, face the sun, the wind experience rain, became a member of the National Farmers billion. Since then I have not up a proud peasant brothers.

Seven said my brother（二）

In the emergency room bed. Seven said gilded their foaming mouth, eyes Zhi Lengleng De Dengzhe, despite his wife Erni crying call, still no response, it cast an enchantment, as if his life had to find something lost. In transmission over after half a bottle of glucose solution, the seventh of the breathing becomes very soft, very warm palms, is a very auspicious sign of life restored. Doctors from the beginning of the rush to become relaxed. Seven said that attack is the sheep disease in Britain, is generally not life lost, the fear is fear of fainting in the water. Everyone from doctors to say the sorrow of death, another sorrow and unexpected rise in my heart. Britain sheep medical terminology this terrible disease, so that everyone thrilling, looked at each other. Such diseases are mostly genetic factors, my ancestors who won that generation of such disease? Looked through the genealogy is not recorded inside the mother nor the other end of the ancestors of these patients. Seven said that Siemens is guilty of evil, to provoke this kind of disease? While we are skeptical, worried about when big sister carefully so Laoqi to a higher level hospital for examination, the results found the true murderer, turned out to be diabetes for worship, blood sugar up to 15 mmoI / J. This made us worry a rare, yet nowadays people enjoy the minimal needs of the farmers, this money had to recuperate the rich man's disease, is what kind of disaster ah! I do not know who said this sentence: "A person needs to relax, he needs to involvement." This may be a common sense of life, a life cycle, the seventh of my family after a busy rest of my life is this cycle inadvertently stuck with.
I can not imagine what has become the seventh of disease, cheek meat, depression, and his face yellow wax, his eyes dim, faintly, and walked three step shaking like a movie in slow motion. Those familiar with the land, close to the old ox, shiny rake are temporarily away from him, and he wants an empty pocketbook, "rich patients," the. If the mother was still alive, and her tears wet all night Fed. Seven said the most loving mother, not only was his mother's belly just drilled, give hold to raise a village west, but the mother, kindness, life, children worry worry girl, she's also worried about then is she worried that in the countryside when farmers son. At this moment a long time came back to me, and occupation of my mind, not only is the seventh of the sickly condition, but two months ago, I first visited the village to the west, the seventh of the time, those who have seen the shocking scene.
The west is a long history of the villages northwest Danzhou. More than ten miles away from the home of the ancient city, not the sea, visible at high northern Gulf slope waters ebb and flow. Department of the village divided into two surnames, are farming the farmer. Danzhou say so, and talk about the military, then the city, regardless of living environment and living habits are different. Seven said the family lived for forty years took the fall on the edge of the village, the house is the curved front of the village lane, behind the crawl across the thorn bamboo is the seventh of the arable land.
This day is bumper to flood the temple. Air was also filled with New Year firecrackers in the smoke released into the atmosphere attractive village alley meaty, the flow of "the old and welcome," the sweet smell of years. However, in the seventh of home, we do not see "the old and welcoming" atmosphere, looked as if seen for three decades years back, is so shocking, beyond imagination.
Between the old-fashioned father leave the old house that has stood in the rain for decades. Tile surface collapse, beam distortion, four corner covered with cobwebs, belongings piled up in a mess objects, people unsightly. Sugar cane leaves no messy threads and weeds account for the large courtyard where the old house, gathering across the Niuquan detritus mixed with cow dung and fertilizer. In addition to the old cattle but also have one or two chicken coop, the chicken seems to be the same places cattle, which mosquitoes, fly, foul smelling, dirty, could not bear to see. The kitchen is very small, perennial wood, sugar cane leaves. Smoke blackened the kitchen with buffet also Xunde beyond recognition. This is the seventh of the home environment, but also in "the old and welcome," the New Year. I do not believe that the twentieth century, the seventh of farmers in my home was actually like this.
When we arrived, his wife is guilty of stomach, so that nephews were not a New Year's good mood. Spring sunshine left to a shadow, but also to our New Year visit the heavy cast a strange, silent bustling, laughing proudly's relatives atmosphere. We asked the warm winter noise for a while, even less so Laoqi get together for dinner. The seventh of a thousand, I gave my wife a doctor told him, closed to all the wonderful imagination when, with a wisp of sadness, too much sorrow and grief, nostalgia and disappointment left the seventh of the home.
I suddenly felt that I rode in the clinic every day language critical of resentment when, in fact, every day at home to enjoy some trivial happiness. Seven said to hold for people previously raised, there are adoptive parents as little darlings, there are two sisters, a sister Arch care as "yu" in Gongzigeer "a sheltered," the envy and blessing, I should time is too fragmented reality hit.

Seven said my brother（一）

Big sister called from home. Seven said that sick, get the diabetes. When I answer, the voice side of the phone numbers and ellipsis pause from time to time. Intermittent, creak like a rustle of the old records on hold for many years. I got the impression that Big Sister throat stagnation dumb, very reluctant to tell me the bad news, but had to tell me the first time. Sister is clearly crying, cry, when people articulate on the weaker. There was a sad because of the waterfall split lung wash her in the chest, chest inside the emotional and physical pain in the endless spasm.
Receive bad news at the moment, I answer the phone when the inherent smiling suddenly thrust disappearing from is stared, stupidly, thinking quietly into a chaotic mess, unable to extricate himself in grief. Advancing seemed to hear the voice of death, felt the impermanence of life, the fragility of life.
Seven said ill get the diabetes. Inhibiting pathological confusion is a joke with us, sick without any reason. Seven said a farmer, short shelf body strong, supple limbs, agile, and good humor cynical, humorous, life tap often jump out of funny comedy.
He early in the morning to catch a cattle come down to earth, no less a breath of fresh air. Noon side of the canal pumping pour seedlings, no less close to the sun. Waiting for places in the Guapeng night, no less shower moonlight. He ate a big year with pickled radish, rice, dry food is sweet potatoes and corn, rare poultry meat and serve. Their own land to plant sugar cane, and occasionally eat cane segment, or a cup of coffee than the city people, the amount of sugar a cup of tea, not to mention his teeth caries can not eat. In short, the conditions from natural conditions to the diet, lack of city people in general, he has, some of his little town, many people. These kind of far from the modern disease of health, he was not a lack. This fatal diabetes, since a drain illegal channels penetrated the body of his health it?
Seven said in February of this year's early spring. Xi Xi Yang an early morning, in their own land to grow peanuts, suddenly froth at the mouth, his face pale, weakness in the ridge side collapsed. He passed out of the sideways-year-old piece of his house, just next to the old cattle. Confusion is the cow with suppressing seven people close similarities to each other breath, cattle owners in the ground that has never been so soft and refuse grumble to lick his face with his tongue to see if there is no movement to raise head " moo "to directly call out. Cattle and the Times News people found collapsed in the seventh of the land, people hurriedly came to hold the seventh of walking tractor, against the clock to send to the hospital.

The story of old photographs（二）

Shortage of coal, coke seventies, to address the foundry face without rice drink, I go out with Huang Changchang learn, building a generation of coke to coal pulverized coal iron cupola. Ignition furnace that day, the county's number one news radio station, as reported specifically to the live recording. Was no live television and other video technology, or by CD-ROM can also see the kind of hot metal Pentium spectacular, look at everyone to drinking water when the wine to celebrate the success of cupola operation scenarios.
Huang Changchang dare to employment, more sense of responsibility. When playing machine burning passion in me. He not only let me free to touch, or stormy for me, a forest block. Launched an attack on top was critical, said: "name the clock, not to run, Jiangmen, Guangzhou is to spend so much public money, did not make any excuse." Meaning he was sternly refuted, said: "those who know not my little bell also, know that the success or failure who only I can go out to visit the Arts is to learn the right way, if you are still talking nonsense, put my director dismissed. "Huang Changchang the director was not removed, also joined the party with honor. Success or failure will be judged both eye, Jin really splendid, but also a moral to the truth.
You know? Today, the thought of Huangchang Chang River in the north gate of my home lost valuable piece of high-end Swiss watches and a pair of shoes, I want to cry. Swiss watches a bird cry and that of shoes. These two offers for higher quality of his money to his wife on the provincial scene, the value of the thousand, thousand, that time how much money, we can see heavy losses repeat itself. Second, still crying Huangchang Chang Barry was sick to my home to run around looking for the truth. Difficult to cry knowing whom three are still braving the political risks the probability of finding one ten thousandth. Huang Changchang do this, all to make me realize the dream of college.
It was July 1976. July is a yin and yang, the rolling clouds of early autumn error Yin Yu. Peasants and soldiers, I attended the University of the examination, by the revolutionary masses council, the commune party committee decided directional walks I read the Chinese Department of South China Normal University. Director of the school district brought a document that has built all of the seal, cover up your plants to get the official seal. Unexpectedly, documents sent to the factory, but stuck in the secretary's hands pass. The reason, I was five for black children, he wants strict control, the party responsible.
Autumn is the harvest season should not only whole grains harvest, harvest food and clothing, harvest happiness, harvest all the things that should be harvested. I can enter the university gate one step, but rejected a thousand miles away.
My father was a broken black five, I suppression days shouts and cry is not downtown. I like when all five of their children as black, learned to bear, accustomed to the loss, leaving the fate of the master. I stay in the room, not to go out for two days. When I brought shame and Huangran third day out of the room, before we know in two days, Huang Changchang with the secretary of the things because of my college rivalry Taikang three pound the table, to which almost tore the paper seal face red marks . At that time Huang Changchang love can do nothing, when talking about the class line, there is no human word, it is a one of a hat can be crushed or a group of people age.
Another Moon pattering autumn rain. I am due to health reasons, abandoned machinery from the dentist, left the Huangchang Zhang, left the farm that piece of mechanical plant sad place.
A few years later Huangchang Chang is gone. Began a long pursuit of life, during which the pain and the hurt beneath child suffering wife. But after all he is a man of strong will, to his wisdom, through hardships, finally reached the pinnacle of his career to become a vital private company CEOs.
From him but I saw a splendid live the true meaning of life, such as sobering a thorough general physical and mental. I later read strenuously, catching pen writing, to find a spiritual anchor. This is the root lever grip dentists, and learn to make a down to earth person.
There are many things the world mourning tempting, there are many things that were happy to laugh. This world of impermanence, cloud water revel. Huang Changchang hurried pace and I are vivid smile who died, there is not much the affection go hand. Flu, an idea, conceived of, in whom the open heart lamp catch pen in your eyes, until four in the morning.