Notify me of the brigade near the commune of any substitute elementary school teacher, heard the news I was busy small town go to the maple, the teacher wanted to share my happiness together. Hours may be rushed to the village elders who keep the school the teacher told me to go together. I asked where to go? He did not know, anyway, he did not come. Heard this when I'm watching the vigorous growing on the guhuai, there is an infinite wistful heart.
Teachers focus on organizational learning commune summer, I ask a teacher about the small town neat and smart teachers go. Those who have heard his name Lian Lu blush color, and did not elaborate. Until one day before a teacher of older ones whispered to me: Chongqing, a neat and smart back home. Then he told me the teacher's identity and circumstances of Qi. Neat and smart teacher art teacher from the West graduate, Professor of Music Teachers in the county divided, labeled a rightist in 2057, after the outbreak of the Cultural Revolution, the decentralization of the rural small. At this point I can not help but hear a long sigh. No wonder I once asked him how he would come here to teach? He was in a joking tone, said to me: "Because I am a prisoner in exile, like the Russian revolutionaries of December, was sent to the remote receiving reeducation through labor in Siberia."
Hoarse voice floats in the winter sky, it can be neat and smart teachers Qing Qu, haughty figure has long been left in my heart; if still alive, then the teacher should be the seventy-year-olds. We remain, he may not have thought, forty years ago, inadvertently done some teachings of the Enlightenment mind of a person; four years later, the people are still far away quietly miss him, wish him well and hope he can health and longevity!
2011年2月12日星期六
The song reminds me of him （四）
Growing on the playground side parting I asked him the next guhuai the songs, and that wants music sheet. He told me the first song of the song is called "Qiushuiyiren" is a famous musician, Mr. He Luting the thirties film "Gu Taqi case" with a song; another song of the Soviet film "Happy life "in the episode, called" cranberry flowers open. " He agreed to my request and told me to get music sheet the next day.
Call it a day after the next afternoon I went to school, from a simple bedroom shelf, he took out a note of the lyrics and music sheet. His words are beautiful pen in one hand and write to flamboyant Script! When I removed from his bookshelf a "Strip," he said to me, reading is a good habit, but should read those enduring classics; because only these works is the human spirit and the wealth of cultural treasures . Then he put the door gently shut it, the drawers out from under the table cover some yellowing of several volumes of books. I saw a Lermontov's "Hero of" Tu Gref's "Routine," "Father and Son", Voynich's "The Gadfly", as well as translation of Ge Po Kuen, "Pushkin Poems" Hardy's novel "Tess," Ostrovsky's "How the Steel Was Tempered." I was shocked, I did not expect to be here to see this book. Myself looking at my face he laughed. Finally, he promised to borrow books to me, but on condition that a time by one, and must ensure that complete bi full property. I picked up a Lermontov's novel "A Hero," because the title alone, it took me fascinated. Quickly finished the book, I borrowed a "Routine", "Father and Son." I told him when the book also talked about the skin but forest, Routine and Bazaar Love. I told him, although when reading these novels can not suppress my heart kind of passion and impulse, but the understanding of some of these characters Sidongfeidong; particularly forests and Routine skin but the two men, I do not know the shape of the real purpose of these characters and intentions. He smiled and said, wait until you read the history of the nineteenth century Russia you will understand. He also said, in a sense we are all real world "superfluous man", also has a similar depressed their loss, passion and pursuit. He suggested that I try to write study notes, people and events to deepen understanding of the novel, but also record some of their own thinking and understanding.
Call it a day after the next afternoon I went to school, from a simple bedroom shelf, he took out a note of the lyrics and music sheet. His words are beautiful pen in one hand and write to flamboyant Script! When I removed from his bookshelf a "Strip," he said to me, reading is a good habit, but should read those enduring classics; because only these works is the human spirit and the wealth of cultural treasures . Then he put the door gently shut it, the drawers out from under the table cover some yellowing of several volumes of books. I saw a Lermontov's "Hero of" Tu Gref's "Routine," "Father and Son", Voynich's "The Gadfly", as well as translation of Ge Po Kuen, "Pushkin Poems" Hardy's novel "Tess," Ostrovsky's "How the Steel Was Tempered." I was shocked, I did not expect to be here to see this book. Myself looking at my face he laughed. Finally, he promised to borrow books to me, but on condition that a time by one, and must ensure that complete bi full property. I picked up a Lermontov's novel "A Hero," because the title alone, it took me fascinated. Quickly finished the book, I borrowed a "Routine", "Father and Son." I told him when the book also talked about the skin but forest, Routine and Bazaar Love. I told him, although when reading these novels can not suppress my heart kind of passion and impulse, but the understanding of some of these characters Sidongfeidong; particularly forests and Routine skin but the two men, I do not know the shape of the real purpose of these characters and intentions. He smiled and said, wait until you read the history of the nineteenth century Russia you will understand. He also said, in a sense we are all real world "superfluous man", also has a similar depressed their loss, passion and pursuit. He suggested that I try to write study notes, people and events to deepen understanding of the novel, but also record some of their own thinking and understanding.
The song reminds me of him （三）
Song continues, "monopoly Yunshan, but not mother's kindly face, Loujin more residues, the intolerable cold sheets at the old days, the joy, eyes reflected only
The former alone. ... ... "
Now has been moved earlier accumulated into a tragedy in the heart, particularly the kind of lyrics outline the bitter cold, lonely eyes of straight people want to cry. At this point I do not know where can sprang from a black dog barking at me a while, confusion, I picked up a stone is said to drop it in the past, I saw he soon ran out shouting: "Black Tiger back!" See that black dog Well Yeah he wagged his tail a few times a U-turn to go.
"You jumped the queue of the educated youth it? Come in and sit down." He glanced at me, I sent a friendly Bianxiang invitation. I am surprised and asked how he knew I was educated youth. He smiled and said, "From your point of view out manner." We talked for a few words later he played the organ sang an airy, bright songs.
"Cranberry flowers open in the field of small river, there was a boy is what I love. ... ...."
Singing in the disappearance of his previous grief, his face still showing a shallow smile. At the end he left to join me for dinner. That teachers have gone home Saturday, so will he go to the kitchen to cook two bowls of noodles. I wonder why he did not come home? He said a wry smile: "Why do not you go home?" At the moment I realized the moment he is unable to return home.
The former alone. ... ... "
Now has been moved earlier accumulated into a tragedy in the heart, particularly the kind of lyrics outline the bitter cold, lonely eyes of straight people want to cry. At this point I do not know where can sprang from a black dog barking at me a while, confusion, I picked up a stone is said to drop it in the past, I saw he soon ran out shouting: "Black Tiger back!" See that black dog Well Yeah he wagged his tail a few times a U-turn to go.
"You jumped the queue of the educated youth it? Come in and sit down." He glanced at me, I sent a friendly Bianxiang invitation. I am surprised and asked how he knew I was educated youth. He smiled and said, "From your point of view out manner." We talked for a few words later he played the organ sang an airy, bright songs.
"Cranberry flowers open in the field of small river, there was a boy is what I love. ... ...."
Singing in the disappearance of his previous grief, his face still showing a shallow smile. At the end he left to join me for dinner. That teachers have gone home Saturday, so will he go to the kitchen to cook two bowls of noodles. I wonder why he did not come home? He said a wry smile: "Why do not you go home?" At the moment I realized the moment he is unable to return home.
The song reminds me of him （二）
At first we, ignorant, ignorance of the XVI-year-old child, can not be called to the school but does not welcome us to accept the so-called re-education in rural areas. Is also the case, everyone from the rural environment in terms of personal feelings are in a completely alienated. Remember to give us both the educated youth team each multisection two bundles of mulberry trees for cooking section, to provoke members of the private whisper. There is standing in the sun bachelor dam loud racket, said that he join a company are paid a plow, Han did not return these people came to share our cheap. The hardships of life, the future unknown, so the mood is very low, many have taken the way back to the city to escape the farm, or to use force to pass a string of helpless time. But I have followed his father's teachings and believe in the "suffering of their mind, workers of their bones," the old saying, but why take root in the country in the busy season for heavy farm work to their own temper.
One afternoon I went to a neighboring village Sicko End plug the sales commission agencies to buy kerosene for lighting at night, passing a small playground Fenglin Township heard a classroom when there is organ accompaniment in the song came.
"For ages, but no Iraqis in the shadows, more residual Loujin, Lone Wild Goose a couple of sound, the warmth of past, present only in exchange for the desolate. ... ..."
Song attracted me, I came across the empty playground, classroom, and saw a man wearing a blue Zhongshan Fu organ sat in the black
Played and sang in front. His voice low, sound rich, emotional investment in particular, I even saw his eyes faintly gleaming in the bright tears. Hearing a lot of quotations from the Cultural Revolution's song and it fits some of the so-called carols, suddenly in the silence of dusk in the village heard this song to express personal feelings, and my heart suddenly moved to a different kind.
One afternoon I went to a neighboring village Sicko End plug the sales commission agencies to buy kerosene for lighting at night, passing a small playground Fenglin Township heard a classroom when there is organ accompaniment in the song came.
"For ages, but no Iraqis in the shadows, more residual Loujin, Lone Wild Goose a couple of sound, the warmth of past, present only in exchange for the desolate. ... ..."
Song attracted me, I came across the empty playground, classroom, and saw a man wearing a blue Zhongshan Fu organ sat in the black
Played and sang in front. His voice low, sound rich, emotional investment in particular, I even saw his eyes faintly gleaming in the bright tears. Hearing a lot of quotations from the Cultural Revolution's song and it fits some of the so-called carols, suddenly in the silence of dusk in the village heard this song to express personal feelings, and my heart suddenly moved to a different kind.
The song reminds me of him （一）
Winter afternoon, a walk along the Leisure Square side of the bush, subtle fragrance floating in the air, but see the branches crosswise turned pavilions, blossoming bloom bloom. Hu Wen Shan Shi Houqin is to hang around during sound wave, and then came a voice slightly husky man:
"For ages, but no Iraqis in the shadows, more residual Loujin, Lone Wild Goose a couple of sound, ... ..."
Suddenly my mind whom to hear this song, Yi Zheng, and those lost scenes and a shadow familiar face, but one by one in the song surfaced eyes. Almost forty years, the heart has been slowly in the ring years old, had the sour, bitter has already turned into a plume of smoke drifting in the life of the Journey. Only this song sounds of nature from time to time, such as ripples in the bottom of my heart, and often sneak into the old memory dream alive undone; in particular his clear Qu, haughty figure, constantly ringing the song become increasingly clear. He is my mentor was the journey of life - neat and smart teacher. Even though I know he can be said with a glimpse, but he is secretly a deep impact of school support my life.
Life is a need for enlightenment, especially for spiritual enlightenment; or if he will wander in the eternal darkness of night and chaos. Personal case, I think a country, a nation even more so. It was with the French eighteenth century Voltaire, Rousseau, Diderot, a large number of progressive thinkers in the ideological, cultural enlightenment, only contributed to the conduct of the French Revolution; eighteenth-century Germany with Lessing, HE Walter, Schiller and others have the impact of Enlightenment thought and culture of Germany hurricane movement.
"For ages, but no Iraqis in the shadows, more residual Loujin, Lone Wild Goose a couple of sound, ... ..."
Suddenly my mind whom to hear this song, Yi Zheng, and those lost scenes and a shadow familiar face, but one by one in the song surfaced eyes. Almost forty years, the heart has been slowly in the ring years old, had the sour, bitter has already turned into a plume of smoke drifting in the life of the Journey. Only this song sounds of nature from time to time, such as ripples in the bottom of my heart, and often sneak into the old memory dream alive undone; in particular his clear Qu, haughty figure, constantly ringing the song become increasingly clear. He is my mentor was the journey of life - neat and smart teacher. Even though I know he can be said with a glimpse, but he is secretly a deep impact of school support my life.
Life is a need for enlightenment, especially for spiritual enlightenment; or if he will wander in the eternal darkness of night and chaos. Personal case, I think a country, a nation even more so. It was with the French eighteenth century Voltaire, Rousseau, Diderot, a large number of progressive thinkers in the ideological, cultural enlightenment, only contributed to the conduct of the French Revolution; eighteenth-century Germany with Lessing, HE Walter, Schiller and others have the impact of Enlightenment thought and culture of Germany hurricane movement.
I went back home（九）
11.
A month later, we returned to Beijing. Back to Shandong, use the "back" and the words "back to Beijing", also used the "back" word.
Back to Shandong, the People in Beijing, said: We want to return to Shandong, a. When departure from Shandong, but also to the villagers said: We want to go back to Beijing. The "back" word with a very natural, I think they each grew up in the hometown people settled in another city, will be a deep understanding of the two "return" the true meaning of the word.
One, is based in our heart and mind of a permanent home. The other, it is our survival and development of body areas. These two places (or even a few places) should be counted as our home.
I remembered the words of friends: peace of mind that is home.
Indeed the case.
A month later, we returned to Beijing. Back to Shandong, use the "back" and the words "back to Beijing", also used the "back" word.
Back to Shandong, the People in Beijing, said: We want to return to Shandong, a. When departure from Shandong, but also to the villagers said: We want to go back to Beijing. The "back" word with a very natural, I think they each grew up in the hometown people settled in another city, will be a deep understanding of the two "return" the true meaning of the word.
One, is based in our heart and mind of a permanent home. The other, it is our survival and development of body areas. These two places (or even a few places) should be counted as our home.
I remembered the words of friends: peace of mind that is home.
Indeed the case.
I went back home（八）
I was so close to the true nature of life for many years, those years of my life is the most precious moment of the first, the natural integration into the property forever and the mettle of my body, up to now, I realize why Sometimes I set the city some of the people and things, if desolate heard of some people's minds after another small small small curved Hong dislike it, put it plainly, in fact, I'm just a natural man, straight open-minded, nature itself, I even less like the struggle between people, not willing to spend in some human mind trifles. And they, the city nurtured, their eyes naturally rare, rare creatures, little green, they are time consuming than in other people spend much more time to your heart. And my young days, most of the time and nature in harmony, getting along with his own mind, I spent a lot of lonely girls to dialogue with his soul, so I got a strong and powerful but on large sight sentimental rich inner world. At any time, for life, I always have a lot of fun and helpless yearning. No money, no status, no friends, I never despair, because my mind, a natural, like an oasis in the world, a rich life in the active zone. This is a simple mind the simplicity of Taoyuan.
I'm worried about watching fluff. Clearly, she loves staying in nature, so that each new life has a natural flow of islands. Because the properties of new life coincide with the natural one. However, I know Mao Mao's eyes the river, this river is so ugly, in fact, the river had not called the.
I can not give her a clear view of the river, such as shame yesterday, I can not give her a clean as the beach yesterday and shame.
I have a deep sigh, a long time in the Dai Li.
Hope that next time I come back, this river can restore the original appearance.
I prayed silently in my heart.
I'm worried about watching fluff. Clearly, she loves staying in nature, so that each new life has a natural flow of islands. Because the properties of new life coincide with the natural one. However, I know Mao Mao's eyes the river, this river is so ugly, in fact, the river had not called the.
I can not give her a clear view of the river, such as shame yesterday, I can not give her a clean as the beach yesterday and shame.
I have a deep sigh, a long time in the Dai Li.
Hope that next time I come back, this river can restore the original appearance.
I prayed silently in my heart.
I went back home（七）
I can not see the old wood that river ---- Wenhe. It, multiply the radius of tens of miles of villages and land.
When I came back a few years ago, this river is a garbage dump, now go, will get better it?
I went to, when on the road, expecting to have clean sand and clear water make for a plush good fun to play. Her taste of what the ancient charm of the rivers.
However, very disappointed, still a garbage dump, and more garbage, and mountains. Not to the river to smell a certain smell children. Mao Mao said: "Haochou ah! Mother, there is a smell in the air!"
I certainly smell, but I did not speak. I think my face must be very heavy.
A nearby wine farm, chickens and ducks to the wool factory plant and some unknown, in order to effectiveness, to contaminated water dumped into the mother of this old.
People's pockets are bulging, better living conditions, and a decent dress up, but we are the Mother River, is like a heavy burden of terminally ill patients with a bad odor, slow swinging her thin body, suffering imposed on her grandchildren misfortune and sorrow, the flow of the ancient Wenhe distant, to the sea. I think the blue sea is so polluted it was a little bit. Our Earth is such a little change smell it a little bit of decay.
Daughter walking in the sand, she is still very excited. Because Beijing is so rare on the beach, except to go to the suburbs of the reservoir, or would go to more distant sea.
So think about it, I am pretty lucky, I grew up close to the river and the soft, quiet beach, close to countless fish underwater, and even running for the woods and never strange wolves and foxes.
When I came back a few years ago, this river is a garbage dump, now go, will get better it?
I went to, when on the road, expecting to have clean sand and clear water make for a plush good fun to play. Her taste of what the ancient charm of the rivers.
However, very disappointed, still a garbage dump, and more garbage, and mountains. Not to the river to smell a certain smell children. Mao Mao said: "Haochou ah! Mother, there is a smell in the air!"
I certainly smell, but I did not speak. I think my face must be very heavy.
A nearby wine farm, chickens and ducks to the wool factory plant and some unknown, in order to effectiveness, to contaminated water dumped into the mother of this old.
People's pockets are bulging, better living conditions, and a decent dress up, but we are the Mother River, is like a heavy burden of terminally ill patients with a bad odor, slow swinging her thin body, suffering imposed on her grandchildren misfortune and sorrow, the flow of the ancient Wenhe distant, to the sea. I think the blue sea is so polluted it was a little bit. Our Earth is such a little change smell it a little bit of decay.
Daughter walking in the sand, she is still very excited. Because Beijing is so rare on the beach, except to go to the suburbs of the reservoir, or would go to more distant sea.
So think about it, I am pretty lucky, I grew up close to the river and the soft, quiet beach, close to countless fish underwater, and even running for the woods and never strange wolves and foxes.
I went back home（六）
9.
End of the village on the road, finally lights.
This is the first light from the alley below, is expected to alley the other end of the street.
Eat dinner, I go with fur in the street below, all around the alley.
Plush new house on top of people's dogs howl housekeeping, novelty in the slaughter pig farms outside the strange looks great. She Zheng Yuan of the eyes.
I am always looking for something, the way I do not know how many times I've gone through.
The alley, that there are my relatives, my grandparents, they are now gone. I want them.
There are many who do not actually change the Housing, general appearance has not changed. Reveals a familiar feeling around.
Mao Mao know in the big alley grind. This ancient tool, is now frequently used are still here with, so many years, that big old grind is still there, crouch forward quiet. Samples with more than a dozen years ago is no different. I am excited to push a couple of laps I really want to get something to grind about, such as peanuts, such as soybeans. Good grind a small but good to eat tofu smells it.
End of the village on the road, finally lights.
This is the first light from the alley below, is expected to alley the other end of the street.
Eat dinner, I go with fur in the street below, all around the alley.
Plush new house on top of people's dogs howl housekeeping, novelty in the slaughter pig farms outside the strange looks great. She Zheng Yuan of the eyes.
I am always looking for something, the way I do not know how many times I've gone through.
The alley, that there are my relatives, my grandparents, they are now gone. I want them.
There are many who do not actually change the Housing, general appearance has not changed. Reveals a familiar feeling around.
Mao Mao know in the big alley grind. This ancient tool, is now frequently used are still here with, so many years, that big old grind is still there, crouch forward quiet. Samples with more than a dozen years ago is no different. I am excited to push a couple of laps I really want to get something to grind about, such as peanuts, such as soybeans. Good grind a small but good to eat tofu smells it.
I went back home（五）
8.
Night, sleeping in a small Westinghouse.
Indus is a flickering shadows outside the house. The night is so quiet. Good night, except for slightly lonely heart, this really be the perfect night of it, who needs? I often think of life not many such a night, actually I would not have to sleep. But this quiet pity it does not fall to sleep.
Often in meditation and to hear the calls of geese. Geese to fly back to the south, where they must pass through the land.
Girl, I often Muqiu season, sunset hours, sat opposition chrysanthemums blooming fields, falling in the reeds swirling in the sky hovering gazing down from the geese. They are so holy and beautiful, like heaven to bring the elves. They stay in the land of the yellow, in order to replenish their energy in order to continue flying south. They land on the Xixi slapstick, sometimes run around in, when the side wings circled quiet.
I often saw that afternoon. His mouth full of hope and sorrow girls, watching their figure. At that time, I look forward to fly like them the same.
Later, I did the same as they flew away. Fly to a strange city.
They cry in the night is so clear and loud, I guess they would like the dead of night flying low, so do not tolerate the cold at high altitude. I can even hear the sound of their fluttering wings.
Perhaps, they flew from my window.
Goose call, then the desolation, the smell of people thoughts fly, then heart is sad. This is the voice of migrants, has kept his mouth all the vicissitudes of life, the sound is his mouth tired.
Dayan ah, where is your home?
A friend to Information: peace of mind that is home.
But this heart where it can be safe?
Heart gave the answer: there is love.
Where there is love? I looked at the sleeping fur, kissed her face.
Night, sleeping in a small Westinghouse.
Indus is a flickering shadows outside the house. The night is so quiet. Good night, except for slightly lonely heart, this really be the perfect night of it, who needs? I often think of life not many such a night, actually I would not have to sleep. But this quiet pity it does not fall to sleep.
Often in meditation and to hear the calls of geese. Geese to fly back to the south, where they must pass through the land.
Girl, I often Muqiu season, sunset hours, sat opposition chrysanthemums blooming fields, falling in the reeds swirling in the sky hovering gazing down from the geese. They are so holy and beautiful, like heaven to bring the elves. They stay in the land of the yellow, in order to replenish their energy in order to continue flying south. They land on the Xixi slapstick, sometimes run around in, when the side wings circled quiet.
I often saw that afternoon. His mouth full of hope and sorrow girls, watching their figure. At that time, I look forward to fly like them the same.
Later, I did the same as they flew away. Fly to a strange city.
They cry in the night is so clear and loud, I guess they would like the dead of night flying low, so do not tolerate the cold at high altitude. I can even hear the sound of their fluttering wings.
Perhaps, they flew from my window.
Goose call, then the desolation, the smell of people thoughts fly, then heart is sad. This is the voice of migrants, has kept his mouth all the vicissitudes of life, the sound is his mouth tired.
Dayan ah, where is your home?
A friend to Information: peace of mind that is home.
But this heart where it can be safe?
Heart gave the answer: there is love.
Where there is love? I looked at the sleeping fur, kissed her face.
I went back home（四）
6.
Lake. Albatron lake. Albatron lake as green jade.
For a long time, it is synonymous with home, go home, not the lake, not like the back as before.
With her daughter, went to the lake several times to see people wearing fishing hats, sit in silent meditation below the sun. Or go to catch people's goldfish pond, small toys, plush playful catch four fish, people even made a loach to her, her great sense of accomplishment.
I was very sorry, because the island from the lake shore to the boat were all gone, inquiring, one told you, because of the risk, so cancel the project.
I wanted to go for a lie lake island, but it can not make the trip out. I miss the soft sand.
Now people can ring in the lake water from a small piece of paddling a small canoe, paddle or two did not plan to hit together with others, then lay motionless, basking in the sun, in any kayak dangling in the water, really want to sleep, go with an old friend with us, actually really slept on, she woke up, we are on shore several games played more than three years old ---- fur Qiken let me sleep a little quiet? She wanted me to see so much with things not seen.
Later in the day, and after quite some time back to Beijing, Mao Mao said: I'm going to play Albatron Lake. Obviously, she fell in love there.
I want to do more, but sat by the lake to see Qingyunshan reflection in the water, listening to the voice of the lake shore row hit in my phone, preserved the sound, brush brush ---- - --- Wow, friends -----, ----- ring dream.
7.
Night hang. The stars in the night have emerged above the sky as if wearing a gorgeous Jin Pao. In the head, a short distance, wind sway.
The number of stars. To count the stars.
Many of the stars from heaven. Mao Mao exclaimed that she had never seen so many stars.
They are big and small, the trees, clusters, back and forth, crowded, sigh, cry with, and to life with ... ... to open the eyes and hearts flutter will be over.
I believe, plush shocked by these stars, she looked for nothing.
Stars on the roof, the better. I just want to write poems, sent a message to a friend that I feel.
Lake. Albatron lake. Albatron lake as green jade.
For a long time, it is synonymous with home, go home, not the lake, not like the back as before.
With her daughter, went to the lake several times to see people wearing fishing hats, sit in silent meditation below the sun. Or go to catch people's goldfish pond, small toys, plush playful catch four fish, people even made a loach to her, her great sense of accomplishment.
I was very sorry, because the island from the lake shore to the boat were all gone, inquiring, one told you, because of the risk, so cancel the project.
I wanted to go for a lie lake island, but it can not make the trip out. I miss the soft sand.
Now people can ring in the lake water from a small piece of paddling a small canoe, paddle or two did not plan to hit together with others, then lay motionless, basking in the sun, in any kayak dangling in the water, really want to sleep, go with an old friend with us, actually really slept on, she woke up, we are on shore several games played more than three years old ---- fur Qiken let me sleep a little quiet? She wanted me to see so much with things not seen.
Later in the day, and after quite some time back to Beijing, Mao Mao said: I'm going to play Albatron Lake. Obviously, she fell in love there.
I want to do more, but sat by the lake to see Qingyunshan reflection in the water, listening to the voice of the lake shore row hit in my phone, preserved the sound, brush brush ---- - --- Wow, friends -----, ----- ring dream.
7.
Night hang. The stars in the night have emerged above the sky as if wearing a gorgeous Jin Pao. In the head, a short distance, wind sway.
The number of stars. To count the stars.
Many of the stars from heaven. Mao Mao exclaimed that she had never seen so many stars.
They are big and small, the trees, clusters, back and forth, crowded, sigh, cry with, and to life with ... ... to open the eyes and hearts flutter will be over.
I believe, plush shocked by these stars, she looked for nothing.
Stars on the roof, the better. I just want to write poems, sent a message to a friend that I feel.
I went back home（三）
4
Mao Mao freely run in the garden.
Shortly after she came to know the real mantis, grasshopper, cricket, Grasshopper, beetle, bugs ... ... was also sent her a sparrow, she put it down, the results soon and the small cousin by her "love" and laid to the dead! She would also like people to catch sparrows, but I just stopped, but the State protects the birds, the sparrow is now too! I like them, when in the morning, jump in the branches of the sound of Jicha, such as vocal.
With me leaving for plush basket, pulling vegetables in the fields. Then she met shepherd's purse, Mazar vegetable, bitter herbs, not to mention those who ... ... more homely turnip greens, and she knew all.
I wash vegetables, boiled over, mixed with garlic, sesame oil, so as to wrap the pancake Shandong, Mao Mao's favorite is, to that of the wolf. I am also.
5.
We also went to Medina, a new species of the wheat in the sunset glowing in the soft autumn green light, so cute.
We turned the land in the new sitting, people scared blue sky, white clouds idle people indulge.
Plush rolling on the ground.
I'm in tears.
I like the new turn of the earth atmosphere, which makes me calm atmosphere, but sentimental.
I feel wronged, endless, slowly open the flow of water as being a little bit of pouring out. This is wronged, I think gives me the crowded city, is noisy life brings me, can not bring my dream to do so ... ...
I know that we were born and land, ultimately, we will be attributable to land. Land is our ultimate home.
So, let me enjoy the tears it. Now, I finally stay in a quiet, generous and fearless arms. I need this comfort.
Sunset expanse of land, like the ocean, rich yellow soil, like the rolling waves, the white feathered wing reeds flashing silver in the sunset glow, light, wonderful.
Who led the sheep came home, left all the way to the call of the lamb. "Baa ... ..." They are in the sunset is a beautiful painting.
Mao Mao wrote: lamb called her mother in it.
So we must follow them, I said, your mother here.
She laughed, and put into my arms to.
Mao Mao freely run in the garden.
Shortly after she came to know the real mantis, grasshopper, cricket, Grasshopper, beetle, bugs ... ... was also sent her a sparrow, she put it down, the results soon and the small cousin by her "love" and laid to the dead! She would also like people to catch sparrows, but I just stopped, but the State protects the birds, the sparrow is now too! I like them, when in the morning, jump in the branches of the sound of Jicha, such as vocal.
With me leaving for plush basket, pulling vegetables in the fields. Then she met shepherd's purse, Mazar vegetable, bitter herbs, not to mention those who ... ... more homely turnip greens, and she knew all.
I wash vegetables, boiled over, mixed with garlic, sesame oil, so as to wrap the pancake Shandong, Mao Mao's favorite is, to that of the wolf. I am also.
5.
We also went to Medina, a new species of the wheat in the sunset glowing in the soft autumn green light, so cute.
We turned the land in the new sitting, people scared blue sky, white clouds idle people indulge.
Plush rolling on the ground.
I'm in tears.
I like the new turn of the earth atmosphere, which makes me calm atmosphere, but sentimental.
I feel wronged, endless, slowly open the flow of water as being a little bit of pouring out. This is wronged, I think gives me the crowded city, is noisy life brings me, can not bring my dream to do so ... ...
I know that we were born and land, ultimately, we will be attributable to land. Land is our ultimate home.
So, let me enjoy the tears it. Now, I finally stay in a quiet, generous and fearless arms. I need this comfort.
Sunset expanse of land, like the ocean, rich yellow soil, like the rolling waves, the white feathered wing reeds flashing silver in the sunset glow, light, wonderful.
Who led the sheep came home, left all the way to the call of the lamb. "Baa ... ..." They are in the sunset is a beautiful painting.
Mao Mao wrote: lamb called her mother in it.
So we must follow them, I said, your mother here.
She laughed, and put into my arms to.
I went back home（二）
His father is all kinds of vegetables green vegetables without pesticides. Only a few ridges, their own food. His early years are not farming, teaching more than ten years, and later forced to do business for a living, thought his old age fell in love with vegetables.
There are some green spinach Xiaodong Dong, small worms bite.
Cabbage grown on chemical fertilizers is not someone's home than a small, radish is also smaller. But the smell and taste authentic.
A wife in the care of her celery, celery is the specialty here, looks fine high, higher than some of Beijing's small parsley fat some more than celery and thin, some tall, shows a child proudly of the gas. Eat juicy no residue, and here Mici cucumber, with the early years of the finest tribute to the royal palace dishes.
Celery vegetables cultivation is the most troublesome of all, the price is not high. I grew to know the truth, but a kind of local people every year still, and often a is a large, like a small oasis. Unearthed from small to begin a little bit of celery cut seedlings, minus strong bad strong bad left, so close to 7-8 times less seedlings, wait until the last can of celery grown, and naturally it is good quality, attitude erect a fine celery. Celery grow up, generally it is winter, before the winter season, local people wearing a big jacket, started in the ground sub Road, is built like a wide promenade celery housing, so that the inside of celery in their sleep. Now, most of the breeding shed. So in the winter, is full of shining white plastic garden shed, evil is spectacular.
Sell also wash away the mud before, previously washed in a small river, the twelfth lunar month days, I came home from school, we often see folks broke down the ice in the river with stones, dress shoes, little by little brush with the brush above the celery soil, celery have been cleaning whitening cute, but washing their hands often swollen. After washing it home, with a small rope tied baled, tied too neat to look good Caixing.
A little bit of celery to sell, the next day off, some people go to the fair, the conditions are good, ride a motorcycle, wheelbarrow poor conditions, to a distant place to sell celery.
Kami beautiful bundles of celery, hard work is training local people from the.
There are some green spinach Xiaodong Dong, small worms bite.
Cabbage grown on chemical fertilizers is not someone's home than a small, radish is also smaller. But the smell and taste authentic.
A wife in the care of her celery, celery is the specialty here, looks fine high, higher than some of Beijing's small parsley fat some more than celery and thin, some tall, shows a child proudly of the gas. Eat juicy no residue, and here Mici cucumber, with the early years of the finest tribute to the royal palace dishes.
Celery vegetables cultivation is the most troublesome of all, the price is not high. I grew to know the truth, but a kind of local people every year still, and often a is a large, like a small oasis. Unearthed from small to begin a little bit of celery cut seedlings, minus strong bad strong bad left, so close to 7-8 times less seedlings, wait until the last can of celery grown, and naturally it is good quality, attitude erect a fine celery. Celery grow up, generally it is winter, before the winter season, local people wearing a big jacket, started in the ground sub Road, is built like a wide promenade celery housing, so that the inside of celery in their sleep. Now, most of the breeding shed. So in the winter, is full of shining white plastic garden shed, evil is spectacular.
Sell also wash away the mud before, previously washed in a small river, the twelfth lunar month days, I came home from school, we often see folks broke down the ice in the river with stones, dress shoes, little by little brush with the brush above the celery soil, celery have been cleaning whitening cute, but washing their hands often swollen. After washing it home, with a small rope tied baled, tied too neat to look good Caixing.
A little bit of celery to sell, the next day off, some people go to the fair, the conditions are good, ride a motorcycle, wheelbarrow poor conditions, to a distant place to sell celery.
Kami beautiful bundles of celery, hard work is training local people from the.
I went back home（一）
1.
In mid-October, I went home. With more than three years old daughter.
D31 times moving vehicles, such as speeding horse, took only three hours, took us to the foot of Mount Tai. Thank the motherland of the railway sector, too fast, too cool.
Back, I'm back home. Standing under the towering Mount Tai, looking up at blue sky, I said.
To hear that familiar accent, warm feeling wells up. Immediately start with the native dialect, do not take that tone.
Haha, I was a simple man, Shandong Tai'an, Shandong, who is always flowing human blood.
2.
Stay for a month to go home soon.
Saw friends and family, but brother in Shanghai, where his mother to see big nephew, not seen, unfortunately.
Do some people, this should not see, may not be quite met, so it has not seen.
Sister sister do well, even comfort. Sister home to help his father in the business, but is trouble cholecystitis, go back to the time of infusion, and later cervical pain, cause for concern. Fortunately, a few days just fine.
Sister home some days, or back home.
Back to the old courtyard, it felt to return home.
This is my twenty years of family life, ah!
Here is my dream home.
Although it Kewutongshu long since disappeared. While the main courtyard have been replaced by concrete. Drink has been full of water. The water pumped from the ground has been seriously polluted, not drinking, and can only be used to water the flowers out.
But the house or old house, the house structure or the like, the old wooden bells were still heavy timekeeping, that the dishes used for decades cabinet, does not actually replace the mother ... ...
In mid-October, I went home. With more than three years old daughter.
D31 times moving vehicles, such as speeding horse, took only three hours, took us to the foot of Mount Tai. Thank the motherland of the railway sector, too fast, too cool.
Back, I'm back home. Standing under the towering Mount Tai, looking up at blue sky, I said.
To hear that familiar accent, warm feeling wells up. Immediately start with the native dialect, do not take that tone.
Haha, I was a simple man, Shandong Tai'an, Shandong, who is always flowing human blood.
2.
Stay for a month to go home soon.
Saw friends and family, but brother in Shanghai, where his mother to see big nephew, not seen, unfortunately.
Do some people, this should not see, may not be quite met, so it has not seen.
Sister sister do well, even comfort. Sister home to help his father in the business, but is trouble cholecystitis, go back to the time of infusion, and later cervical pain, cause for concern. Fortunately, a few days just fine.
Sister home some days, or back home.
Back to the old courtyard, it felt to return home.
This is my twenty years of family life, ah!
Here is my dream home.
Although it Kewutongshu long since disappeared. While the main courtyard have been replaced by concrete. Drink has been full of water. The water pumped from the ground has been seriously polluted, not drinking, and can only be used to water the flowers out.
But the house or old house, the house structure or the like, the old wooden bells were still heavy timekeeping, that the dishes used for decades cabinet, does not actually replace the mother ... ...
Precarious home （五）
Water, eating duck food, ducks have to run rice paddies, due to climate warming, drought frequent, less mountain paddy fields year after year, less for ducks in the paddy fields, with some farmers are not allowed to put in the contracting field duck or accommodation and other reasons, led to duck off to move more frequently, at least move more than twice a day, sometimes day to move five or six times. A strong wind can lift one around the house upside down, a sudden heavy rain can be both man and house rolled into the flood. Once, seven hops in Hubei and Chongqing Border ducks on the foothills of the Tin Par, when the field settled down without water, dump heavy rain at night, wake up all their belongings soaked in water, Yesun two have become "drowned rat" ... ...
Looked at the space is small, but was arranged, relatively clean, neat duck shed, watching the wok in the delay because of bad burning firewood is not open water, think of the elderly has also taken up yesterday evening, settling the land of the shed looking for scenario, I feel an upsurge of emotion, Gankaiwanduan. I think: We migrant workers home, while also simple, though also precarious, but compared to beekeepers, who's home to ducks, I do not know to be warm and stable number of times ah!
Since then, when I was home at the simple and frequent relocation complaining, when I was working in the complex, the modest income and irritable mood, I would naturally think of no fixed abode throughout the year beekeepers , put duck, think of them that really precarious house.
Looked at the space is small, but was arranged, relatively clean, neat duck shed, watching the wok in the delay because of bad burning firewood is not open water, think of the elderly has also taken up yesterday evening, settling the land of the shed looking for scenario, I feel an upsurge of emotion, Gankaiwanduan. I think: We migrant workers home, while also simple, though also precarious, but compared to beekeepers, who's home to ducks, I do not know to be warm and stable number of times ah!
Since then, when I was home at the simple and frequent relocation complaining, when I was working in the complex, the modest income and irritable mood, I would naturally think of no fixed abode throughout the year beekeepers , put duck, think of them that really precarious house.
Precarious home （四）
So I walked up, stopped the elderly. "Uncle, you to duck in front of the piece to go into the shed Well, that place is my home contracting!"
"Quest quest! Labor comfort you!" Old astonishment and joy. "Brother, Where do you come?"
"Just across the river on stilts, where."
Lo Wei, the Wuling Mountains of rural dialect, which means thank you, but thank you even more than sincere. Shed just to duck off the contract on the ground put in my home one night, it is worth "labor comfort" it?
The next morning, the old man even came to the door carrying a package duck "labor comfort" me. I do not accept the old man put down the duck left. I put the duck catch ducks shed, that I brought to his mind, but the gift of your money back. Elderly people can not, only to recover duck, and left me sit for a while. So we sat in the shed before the conversation. Is crouched next to the old man's grandson, played with three stones supporting a small pan cook noodles, firewood flame choking black smoke straight kids sneeze.
Old man told me that the Three Gorges Reservoir Area Duck is one of the traditional industries, commonly known as duck duck put off. He is fighting in Chongqing Shizhu side off the foot of a native duck, duck living generations. Son and daughter all year round with no fixed abode hate the ducks life, both work outside the home, only to bother daughter eloped with another man, and his son give up on themselves, addicted to the Internet, maintain their wage income only enough to eat and drink and the Internet, nobody child Guanchiguanzhu discipline, the elderly had to keep the boy close, do a little duck off. Duck shed off all the belongings of a loaded, shoulder, carry the left, where ducks settle in where.
"Quest quest! Labor comfort you!" Old astonishment and joy. "Brother, Where do you come?"
"Just across the river on stilts, where."
Lo Wei, the Wuling Mountains of rural dialect, which means thank you, but thank you even more than sincere. Shed just to duck off the contract on the ground put in my home one night, it is worth "labor comfort" it?
The next morning, the old man even came to the door carrying a package duck "labor comfort" me. I do not accept the old man put down the duck left. I put the duck catch ducks shed, that I brought to his mind, but the gift of your money back. Elderly people can not, only to recover duck, and left me sit for a while. So we sat in the shed before the conversation. Is crouched next to the old man's grandson, played with three stones supporting a small pan cook noodles, firewood flame choking black smoke straight kids sneeze.
Old man told me that the Three Gorges Reservoir Area Duck is one of the traditional industries, commonly known as duck duck put off. He is fighting in Chongqing Shizhu side off the foot of a native duck, duck living generations. Son and daughter all year round with no fixed abode hate the ducks life, both work outside the home, only to bother daughter eloped with another man, and his son give up on themselves, addicted to the Internet, maintain their wage income only enough to eat and drink and the Internet, nobody child Guanchiguanzhu discipline, the elderly had to keep the boy close, do a little duck off. Duck shed off all the belongings of a loaded, shoulder, carry the left, where ducks settle in where.
Precarious home （三）
Many years later, I inadvertently found that: the world come there are still more primitive than the beekeeper's home, more precarious home, that is, the Wuling mountainous area of Three Gorges duck home.
The year before last summer, I returned home from Ningbo Wuling Mountain, a nearby business in the county workers. One autumn evening, I go home to visit elderly parents company. Into the village and saw seven or eight ducks in paddy fields after the harvest food; a second, year-old boy, is the duck with a long bamboo pole to dry a slightly higher-lying fields in time . Dry fields, bamboo curtain around into a huge circle, circle leaving a gap for a duck to enter. Ducks to spent the night, but their owners still worry about where to settle down. Duck around the open space beside the child, placed a bamboo duck shed, the shed in front of a young peasant woman are on the ducks off the old man increased aid to wrist: "No where in my package origin and settled down, move!"
"Sister, let me spend the night here it!" The old man pleaded, "We have lived in the two children back home!"
"No, I'm about to dig up the land, than rape, a practical step you take to be digging!" Peasant woman no room for negotiation.
Helpless old man, had got into duck shed, picking up his home, walked and looked around for their "home" to find a temporary stand "foot" of the land. With the move shed master duck, looked the rock, in the open fields become isolated, see "the same world people" My nose is sour.
It was getting dark, they had to move the third time or more times at home! As night began to fall, unaccompanied passenger yo duck, where is your place to raise a family? My tears almost welling. I tried to persuade peasant woman: to allow the ducks off one night stay here for now, they is not easy to it! But I work out more than a decade, and the village many people are unfamiliar with each other, this peasant woman must have been displaced after I married into the village, and I do not know, people certainly do not know me, may not buy my "neighbors" accounts. I suddenly remembered that he has contracted the fields at home and in front, although the parents and brothers in the farming, harvesting, but to put in the ground and duck shed one night, or doing the Lord has always been benevolent parents, brothers, and will not opposition.
The year before last summer, I returned home from Ningbo Wuling Mountain, a nearby business in the county workers. One autumn evening, I go home to visit elderly parents company. Into the village and saw seven or eight ducks in paddy fields after the harvest food; a second, year-old boy, is the duck with a long bamboo pole to dry a slightly higher-lying fields in time . Dry fields, bamboo curtain around into a huge circle, circle leaving a gap for a duck to enter. Ducks to spent the night, but their owners still worry about where to settle down. Duck around the open space beside the child, placed a bamboo duck shed, the shed in front of a young peasant woman are on the ducks off the old man increased aid to wrist: "No where in my package origin and settled down, move!"
"Sister, let me spend the night here it!" The old man pleaded, "We have lived in the two children back home!"
"No, I'm about to dig up the land, than rape, a practical step you take to be digging!" Peasant woman no room for negotiation.
Helpless old man, had got into duck shed, picking up his home, walked and looked around for their "home" to find a temporary stand "foot" of the land. With the move shed master duck, looked the rock, in the open fields become isolated, see "the same world people" My nose is sour.
It was getting dark, they had to move the third time or more times at home! As night began to fall, unaccompanied passenger yo duck, where is your place to raise a family? My tears almost welling. I tried to persuade peasant woman: to allow the ducks off one night stay here for now, they is not easy to it! But I work out more than a decade, and the village many people are unfamiliar with each other, this peasant woman must have been displaced after I married into the village, and I do not know, people certainly do not know me, may not buy my "neighbors" accounts. I suddenly remembered that he has contracted the fields at home and in front, although the parents and brothers in the farming, harvesting, but to put in the ground and duck shed one night, or doing the Lord has always been benevolent parents, brothers, and will not opposition.
Precarious home （二）
It was a summer noon, hot,. I ride my bike home from work. On the way the wind blew, the sky clouds rolling, it is clear to rain heavily. This area is no housing to shelter, how to do it? I was anxious, suddenly shines: the roadside not have a tent beekeepers Why, why not escape into the rain to go on? So, I walked his bicycle toward the tent. Suddenly, a hurricane hit, the tent opened, the beekeeper's home suddenly exposed: the couple is reading, writing little girl, simple beds, stove, utensils. Then, like a rain storm, buttressed shaft, relentlessly down the home of the no cover. I think that home owners will scream, cry, let the storm will be exploited to flawless hands and feet, but they did not. Although the couple did not panic-stricken but: men immediately put on a raincoat for children, women quickly recruited to the men put on a raincoat, men raincoat up again disclosed to the woman, probably only a raincoat, right, women now Phi raincoat men who turn to such Declining to each other several times, the final coat to cover the pile of bedside books. I ran over to help them pull up the tarp, cover the shelf to the tent, and tied with a rope fixed up. Rain quickly stopped, the sun and come back with fresh air. The whole family busy Fanshai wet clothing, quilts, do not see a trace of frustration, blame can not hear a word, they like the experience of just do not care. I thumb through a few books under the bed is some sort of technology related to beekeeping books and school textbooks, exercise books.
Among conversation, I learned this from the Ningxia Hui Autonomous Region beekeepers. Due to the rush to spend, they have been without a stable home. Every year, when the north and the cold and windy winter, the couple did give time for the Sichuan Basin of rape, the rush Qinchuan rape had been rushed to the Gansu Loess Plateau, Yang SJ. SJ Xie, and they began to chase purple clover flowers, buckwheat flowers in time ... ... every time for a flower, it is necessary to move a home. Therefore, their home security very simple, highly mobile, moving frequently. Because his family instability, and their daughter, no fixed school, was left with them, as both his parents and a teacher. Now, the little girl is 9 years old, finished school in the third grade curriculum. Speaking today, a storm hit the thing, the woman smiled and said; "This is a common thing, we are likely to encounter rain Wherever he went in!" The man said: "There is wind and rain, the climate was normal, normal flowers will bloom, honey bees we go it! "So, the beekeepers catch the bees in the flowers at the same time lead must also be accompanied by storm! Beekeeper's home, because the owner of perennial flowers and often driven flow, is so simple, so precarious, their home is the most humble home, their home is the most unstable home!
Among conversation, I learned this from the Ningxia Hui Autonomous Region beekeepers. Due to the rush to spend, they have been without a stable home. Every year, when the north and the cold and windy winter, the couple did give time for the Sichuan Basin of rape, the rush Qinchuan rape had been rushed to the Gansu Loess Plateau, Yang SJ. SJ Xie, and they began to chase purple clover flowers, buckwheat flowers in time ... ... every time for a flower, it is necessary to move a home. Therefore, their home security very simple, highly mobile, moving frequently. Because his family instability, and their daughter, no fixed school, was left with them, as both his parents and a teacher. Now, the little girl is 9 years old, finished school in the third grade curriculum. Speaking today, a storm hit the thing, the woman smiled and said; "This is a common thing, we are likely to encounter rain Wherever he went in!" The man said: "There is wind and rain, the climate was normal, normal flowers will bloom, honey bees we go it! "So, the beekeepers catch the bees in the flowers at the same time lead must also be accompanied by storm! Beekeeper's home, because the owner of perennial flowers and often driven flow, is so simple, so precarious, their home is the most humble home, their home is the most unstable home!
Precarious home （一）
We are wandering migrant workers, cosmopolitan. Put it precisely, is where the work to where to rent a house or near, simply a home. Some people do not even rent a house to the shed on site to eat, sleep. With the army of migrant workers has grown in strength, more stability and income can still work more and more difficult to find, together with rent, utilities and many other factors too high a price, moving to become migrant workers often want to do, but have to do thing. Crude settled down migrant workers, home workers who are too unstable. I used to think working at home is the world's most simple, the most unstable home, and follow the great poet Du Fu warble, had lamented: "How competitive safety, shelter workers are delighted the world."
But then I found: the world come there are still more than the humble homes of migrant workers, more stable home, that is, beekeepers in the home.
The mid-nineties of last century, I have a business in Gansu workers hit a few years. To save money, I make my home far away from the countryside of rural enterprises, and thus have the opportunity to get acquainted with beekeepers and into their home.
During that period, SJ bloom every season, some beekeepers to take the kids outside, far away, chasing flowers from. Thus, wheat fields next to the road side, the grass will be placed neatly and orderly rows of beehives, beekeepers in the hives near pick any place, support from a small bed, put on a special favor, to cover windshield rain, eat and sleep, even the house with her. To facilitate the bee honey, this home is often more than three to five days, at least once a day or two have to move.
But then I found: the world come there are still more than the humble homes of migrant workers, more stable home, that is, beekeepers in the home.
The mid-nineties of last century, I have a business in Gansu workers hit a few years. To save money, I make my home far away from the countryside of rural enterprises, and thus have the opportunity to get acquainted with beekeepers and into their home.
During that period, SJ bloom every season, some beekeepers to take the kids outside, far away, chasing flowers from. Thus, wheat fields next to the road side, the grass will be placed neatly and orderly rows of beehives, beekeepers in the hives near pick any place, support from a small bed, put on a special favor, to cover windshield rain, eat and sleep, even the house with her. To facilitate the bee honey, this home is often more than three to five days, at least once a day or two have to move.
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