2005: Country Notes
I call your mother at noon
Yang Xianping
long time no country in the early summer midday mm call your mother. It was a sensitive time, a cry which may be carried in the traditional sense some of the horror of the (summer noon and midnight, local people will be the same, with a mystery). is precisely at this time mm2005 on at 14:43 on June 11, long-distance bus arrived outside the village mm across from my home, stop. I'm confused, will bow on the side of the road covered with wormwood, mm toward the direction of home Mother, Mother, Mother mm few times after noon quiet, birds flying, there are no water sounds monotonous. < br> I will call Mother mm mm mm Mother and tortuous direct voice in the popular village of sleep at noon, between the street and my little children rock walls and trees on the shuttle. for a long time, the home is still quiet mm3 mm row old houses, in the toon, poplar and apple trees were leaves and twigs of various shapes covered more than half.
mother gone it? Tanchunaodai behind the village, a red motorcycle and over chug .
bow of the moment, all of a sudden my name was called out the slogan mm mother appeared,Discount UGG boots, the house music on the station side of the mountain look, along a cornfield, passing under the mountains west of the graves, around the rivers, on the opposite street pick up our son mm, kiss, called his name, one carrying young in my arms and raised a suitcase.
stopped me, Kangshang, but also raised a red book containing the camera and soft bag, go home, then returned, carrying a bag filled with 50 pounds of rice in Northeast, put parents in a niece filled with clothes and boxes of snacks. back home, the village is still quiet, only the bolt on the roadside yellow dog called a few times a loss.
to sit down, sweat Qinqin. courtyard with a strange calm. The following fields of corn had grown high, blue bow-like curved leaves, fruit Manzhi the apple leaves slightly curled. the house east of the three old toon covered with yellow spring green lotus. hillsides behind the sesame seeds, there is still also tender chestnut trees. I asked my mother, where is father , and his brother where to go, and Tian Tian (niece) to open the bow where the mm wife, took his mother to buy clothes, brought from Beijing cherry and lychee. I call water, wash, water poured into several No strains of maize seedlings heading, and then, sitting on the threshold revive a feeling of home was Zaomu mm worn a little shiny white, slightly shaking his head huge tree leaves, a noon time, is in the past.
old road
to the aunt at home, there are two routes. the road: not many vehicles. winding road from the low and high, winding up, after 15 km, is Wu'an of bounds. walk from our house, over a brook, climb side hill to the road, the first village is Au Village mm apricot village where my aunt. Huajiao Shu side of the road a few trees, walnut trees and the locusts into the film. The second village is in the Village, one of the best of my mm, but the students here, 26 years old suffering from esophageal cancer died. from where the south fork in the road before the village, then a village, the village is the aunt.
Article: path. from the conglomerate after the village. the road,UGG shoes, walking paths, passing a few mm around the chicken farm simple stink to high heaven, it rains, the smell, though small, black chicken diluted, an share, down along the roadside ditch overflowing, like a stream, muddy muddy muddy muddy.
turned ridge, slope,UGGs, several strains of persimmon trees, leaves many, but few fruit.
to aunt is only one way home, road, asphalt, although bending, but that is much smoother than the mountain. Road left a brook, both sides of the field. this time, the wheat has been harvested, growing corn and soybeans began to flourish. passing two stone bridges, on both sides that read navigation by the pilot. Long live the Communist Party of China persons. forward, road slopes and cove in the left housing spirituality, a one, like a huge white or red stone home in the front mm aunt.
mm despite Geshi to uncle, the uncle is still uncle. but Uncle basically no one home, the adopted son died of cancer last year, and the remaining Biaosao nephew and niece, a result of blood beside the related psychological septum. basically do not like to go home only to two Jinzi mm second uncle's wife, but also a cousin, uncle of two genetically related mm. From this point, the concept is still deep blood.
uncle in the Mid-slope, bow visible flood, lounging in which pebbles of different sizes, each autumn after heavy rain, gravel and mud rearrange and replace the sand every time. cousin, uncle's home in the above is a flat mountain. It is said aunt, cousin now living in the house, is a former cemetery, winter day in 2004, cousin aunt and mother living in home, night,UGG boots, aunt, mother and cousin three everyone coma, cousin I do not know valley or under the bed.
to the aunt's house recently, always passing through rivers, climbing the next ridge to the roads, the heels went to. Once upon a confluence of roads and lanes, with a walnut tree mm teenagers do not see now, even the stumps and roots of it are not. At that time, the book pale walnut stems, leafy. When a teenager, he and the same village of Xiao Min (26 years old ride home, halfway explosives, bones do not exist), sitting Shucha Shang, while knife rotating with a pencil to eat walnuts, while pretended to talk about feelings.
relatives
first go to see the Da Yima .70 years old, from 17 to 40 years old, gave birth to a total of 6 children, is the son of the first four, the fifth is a girl, the last one, or son. 30 years since then big cousin and second cousin mm, the former died of insanity, the latter hoping committing suicide; four months my cousin and little cousin of five, one in Xingtai and settled down, one had one of his uncle's mm great uncle brother son is also doing the summer of 2001 a night, asleep after, never up.
mm and the second is the aunt of a ridge separated from my family, my grandmother was still alive, at least one day to go to 2 times. from the aunt came back home, just passing through. No door, encountered the dog. uncle of a man at home, his cousin told my aunt went to the city home to help care for children. sat out for a while, to his cousin, brothers and sisters in a few children occasionally come back once, eat something, or whistling sound, jumped out the door, had disappeared.
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