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Home to me, drift into the missing years of carving, the more far deeper, more longer cut. Day and night, rain and snow were the stars gnaw, clearance from the alternating black and white hair swept, and home, still looking the other end.

Sometimes, Yuan Wang hometown, where the brighter overall attempt to miss the moist warm heart, I know the river, the river flowing through my childhood.

And now I sit in the river to the river heart, parched look mighty sturdy been two rows of concrete piers ice tightly surrounded by the cool river water can not see not see the smoke cage Liulin, near and far from the heart of the river bed,wholesale electronics dense crops, ripe luxuriantly desire to show off the shackles of desire. The memory of the frogs of cicadas, the silent any mutilated those piers, piers on Rong Wu was between the size of the vehicle rolling speed by, whistling away.

"Shouguang County, Mi River Series," a wound for many years read like the saying many people had been circulated to the present, to carry water from the river my heart out into a long roll of film, carved with the vicissitudes of life and the wind and rain, carved into the mother of the hearts of everyone. People my age, wandering from home, home is the piece of meandering meandering dragonfly eyes from staring through the indemnity before the river, though, the river did not originate in Shouguang, can the sun, the ripples, the flashing our golden childhood.

Mi childhood flowing river, clear cool spring post-ming Liu, the summer catching fish, watching the autumn sun dancing white reed flowers, winter ice and stumble with unruly. Gentle wind, Juqi drops a handful of holding children, poured into the river in a small head green plants, either flying dragonflies, another point of a circle circle ripple effect, soft light, gentle blinked, teasing the shore in shallow water in the tadpole children, small fish. When the wind rolled up, wondering what was going low on river center, black face child lifted spray, drive a piece of Willow River, one after another. Endless Liulin,wholesale completely obscure all the pain, Chaner flying with happiness, frogs greeted with strands of smoke, that piece of green, filled with all my childhood memories.

At this point, the night has been the occasion quietly Luedao eyes, dark, from the pier surrounded by thick stuck eyes, still can not see the clearest water. Ravaging crops, a touch of the night Heiqu Qu pressure over the eyes, the memory of the plot of the vast arrived Liulin hysteric years of sight, leaving no trace Bansi. Deliberately not to hear the roar, but after the vehicle bridge, Cezhaoerduo, in the night looking for frogs and cicadas, but I only heard whispers of a Qiuchong, weak short.

Night, I can not see the black night, the river in the heart of Mi River, but I did feel that it is a river.

Short black sky, the moon, Yingyingchaochao, Galaxia, but in bright with their own happiness. Eyes, looked up at the Happy fixed set of Tianhe, the heart has wings, to see, there is also filled with my childhood.

Riverbed, a little light to me sitting where exposure, hazy, I know, that was my mother, in the river with the lights attract my way home, like his childhood reveling in the Liulin sunset over the years, As the plume of smoke and mother's call, in the hands of the wicker basket filled with water, roll up my hand, lead me home.

His feet, spanking ass without any indemnity on the river atmosphere of dust, around a statue of hard piers. I have a pair of dense crops, looking for home. Above the pier, looking up to see that I need to shuttle the traffic lights, night in, so brilliant, so bright. Those lights, come and go, like ripples in a river, but no dragonflies, no tadpoles, no weeds. I suddenly feel that the lights across the river Mi, run over my chest, my heart run over the river, run over my childhood, to a clear river, pull into a hard asphalt surface, I feet, can only move in that top, can not stay, moving further and further away, has been the childhood Mi River, lost in the eyes of their loved ones, lost in my sight.

The lights along the mother, I felt for the river. By this time, trailing behind me, not the fragrance of strands of grass and crops, I clearly feel, which Respect concrete piers, tightly close to my spine, as my mother and I, every step of coming to my village , closer and closer, near the village, I can see those magnificent figure, the village forced the helpless groan.

Mother said: do not let you come to your side, the river has long been dry.

I can only silent, staring at the galaxy and sky high on the lights Rong Wu River, I am really speechless.

Mother said: This year's drought, little rainfall, Mi River to dry.

I was speechless, I think: If a river water alone support his own life, that life is not too fragile? If, on the memory of home, but the long roll of film, that film is not too fragile it? If I really pull this film out from the precipitate, then, is not, he will break Hom, however, or, in those traffic lights in an instant exposure,wholesale book or by those who cut into the concrete construction debris, there were no traces of I could not find the river, my childhood, my Liulin, my village?

Holding her hand, crossed the bumpy fields, the wind, no sound of water, no cicadas, not frogs.

Rong Wu Mi River across the high bridge, traffic endless! I am still in traffic with the years of wandering, drifting through my childhood, drift to the vicissitudes of life. The bridge is the piece can not see the river water....

The house is still there, breaking the two rows of broken tile.

Here is my former primary school.

In my memory, this house seems to have been dangerous and can not get away.

Listen generations ago that this school house has been a long time. At that time, the village houses are brick and gray tiles. May alone, or adobe school house. Mingled with the little stones, the wall formed everywhere traces of rainfall.

House, the ground is compacted soils, full of large and small pits. But very clean, was cleaned every day after school will be arranged.

Tables and chairs are brought home at the time, the rows of display well. Now, my sister and I had used the desk is still there. Desk drawer is not only an empty desk belly free shipping electronics. The table goes, crooked calligraphy were written "so and so's desk." Classrooms are not large, stocked with dozens of desks, looked very crowded. Sometimes, experience uneven place, hosts a small stone pad it.

Blackboard is very simple. A prominent point of the long walls, trim level, and brush on the black, it became the blackboard. Chalk few, are generally not placed in the classroom, for fear that we were stolen. Every class, we will go to the blackboard, pick up some pieces of chalk, carefully closing up. White chalk only. Red chalk are teachers to do their own, the white chalk dipped in red ink these duties, it became dry out. When the teacher used very little red chalk, the same look like precious treasure.

The classroom is no glass windows, only wooden frame looks a little corruption. Summer, the wind came in, it touches very cool. In winter, you can only find a little more thick plastic sheeting, hastily the cast.

The whole school on a school bell. It is with the temple's bell like most, but many smaller. Hanging from a tree, which pull the rope down. On the class, the teacher as long as pulling ropes, bells will be issued in the "clang clang clang" sound of crisp-iron.

One year, do not know why, down the town's Board of Education.

Then, just came out saying the school to be closed, said the school house is dangerous.

We were listening to are afraid that there is no place to study.

That schools are dangerous, indeed is not true.

Originally, these houses are adobe bricks made. A long time, long cracks and holes appeared. A hit when it rains, the classroom will be leaking. Sometimes the midst of a rainstorm, water flows down along the corner, have become mud.

That year, when winter approaching, final exams ended, under a heavy snow. The town's Board of Education again, brought a box of seals.

We only have to move out of the classroom desks and chairs so that they closed the classroom.

Rest at home for a few days, then to the lead when the final report card.

I can clearly remember, that led the school report card is next to the playground. The playground and some snow, the winter sun is particularly warm.

Short-lived fad new school is built is not up. Thus, only in our village to find some free house, as a temporary classroom.

Classroom has a very interesting time, a small room, crowded with students. The main room next to the people, visitors, and they speak to chat, we all hear clearly.

Busy when the adults have a lunch break the habit. We are always in the classroom can be noisy. Often came to the house owner to get angry,wholesale fashion let us finish the work. We can only quiet for a while. There is really no other way was to find the teacher said. Still later, we have lunch and arrange class cadre on duty, the tube was sleeping.

During that time, the plight of a student, a teacher of the more bitter. Because it is rented house, gotta be careful that we damaged someone else's wall.

Year, before the new school built, the standard two-story buildings in a row. With the reunification of tables and chairs, put bright blackboard, transparent glass windows.

Today, those houses are still.

Every time I see it, like seeing an experienced vicissitudes of age. But, in the old man's body, it seems that still remained of my childhood. Those memories, like a stone in my heart stirred ripples of a circle, sour, sweet.

Villagers, living in harmony together. One to help every family build a house, a marriage every household Hershey, hold all things sewn white sorrow, there is difficulty for all help. Han just someone with a missing neighbor, and someone's baby shortage of milk, a milk aunt aunt scrambling to feed. I help, do not take their wares and tell the children about teenagers point, "Go, call your Lier Ye, Zhang Dabo ... ...", the children went in Britain Britain, and soon people came cheerfully. Something really can not get away, and sent a clear explanation. Summer "grab market" best embodies the kind people in the village, simple, innocent character. Summer Shots from the village people are used to "bake V", prevents mold and pests. Summer days like doll's face,electronics and said they please, clear skies, black clouds suddenly rolled from a sudden drop down a few drops of rain, then pour like floating like. Michael's family sun panic if they are irrigated wheat becomes moldy, sweat in vain year, but only by a person would like to catch a few before rain will spread extremely heavy wheat closed end is impossible. At this time, the village people who did not drying wheat, men and women each holding a dustpan from their homes, wooden shovel, broom came from all directions at top speed, rope the rope, sweep the brush, installed equipment, vigorous, in time before rain will Michael rush in the harvest finished. Chinese New Year, someone butcher sheep, to the villagers requested over and over, pig, pigs and other miscellaneous send some to give the neighborhood, killing a pig is running low. The family had guests to accompany each other to sit. A few wooden square table, in a long time overshadowed by cracks, while greeting passengers who were to accompany a bowl of chicken and duck with a big fish will come up, Jizhong sinks, the number of the spirit of shaking each other Finger Guessing Game Doujiu, drink from the early black all of them happily drunk, ruddy. Normal days, the east will inevitably have a knock homes west knock mix mix, or made worse by the wrong language, or to figure out the smallest of things one o'clock, grabbing each other to make a black and blue, after the pro-left think right o , the ordinary day has helped quite a bit, and my heart to feel sorry, gas will eliminate a few minutes, and then when they meet uncle uncle and say hi or two points cigarettes, chatting a pass, for He Hao ever. Does become significant, over a month and half children, a few elders go to the two-headed house, prepare a few dishes, Jizhong sinks, the hearts of grievances also scattered. Is a village for generations together, but not see the rise of bow, and said the younger generation will be allowed to spread in a pot spoon, what untied the knots.

People in the village, Ping talk frankly. Mind used in the agricultural, life trivia. Rhythm of spring rain, the fertilizer was spilled. West Slope depression after a heavy rainstorm, the drainage to go out. Sows in heat, going to catch cake. Cattle foam does not fall, go to your veterinarian. Wheat yellow slightly, sharpened sickle, get ready Chazi, frame drums, wooden shovels and other equipment ... ... gossip, Tanabe squatted along the edge of a farm or village, no theme Luankan: Tim Whose baby, someone's wife scolded in-laws, who met at night is not a ghost ... ... career brains, aggrieved conscience, suppress themselves, smiling and crying, crying and laughing, a little cautious, saying bombs to blow up like a career, or falling into a bottomless trap. Ran Ran Tan eat, work, sleep without fortification, to the heart around the dam. Said by villagers who pulled a cocky know what feces. If someone made a quiet conscience, spittle Star also submerged him to death. Chat with each other, do not have to literally step-by-word filtering in the heart again, like the city people do not have to speak gentle, was about conservation practice. Thought which says where to go, especially with the wife, Guye met, and the "insult" was in full swing. Such as who "insult art" superior will "infamy far and wide." If you do not "insult", the subject of "bully", but that the humble.

The village people gave me a wonderful warm memories, good and simple, honest and upright conduct is expected of me has been affected. Students in the city did not have impetuous, hypocrisy, indifference inferiority. Though by some people think that "migration", but "migration" have a clear conscience, no remorse of conscience. How many years has experienced many things, how many people experience,wholesale clothing but many, many long forgotten, while reminding us of scenes in the village who smiles eyes, often remember, warm sweet.

"Ear-frequency hear it die, young eyes but see more." Time of relentless, hard years to stay, to hug me tease me over my old people hurt, gradually scarce. Enemy to every smell, feel tears wet lapel. Living life, to those who go. Life and death is the great laws of nature, such as blossom-like, can not resist. The thoughts of folks, Cecil strands around my heart forever....

Villagers, rough skin, black-faced, thick waist, strong arm. Men often Guangzhuobangzi piles of muscles in the sunshine shining shiny, plastic-like as copper. Most of the women and children dressed in the clothes left behind, sweeping around him, and the age of disproportionate forehead covered with wrinkles like a spider web. Becoming a mother to forget Zhuangshu dress, had no time to Zhuangshu dress,consumer electronics only that worked hard for the children busy for a living.

People in the village, three meals a day bread and water, steamed string in the chopsticks like candied fruit, and accompanied by half a bowl of pickles from the bubble, Langhu like, wink "candied fruit" for gargling stomach. Or head buried in a bowl of noodles to eat sea sweating, Hula Hula village half a sound energy vibrations. Looked up and saw the end of Haiwan. From the children so they howl puppy, kittens, puppies, kittens Haiwan will return to the house hurriedly reach for a short while and brought in a sea bowl. Do not pay attention to color the village people eat, taste, nutrition, food is collected the ground, is home-grown vegetables, cooked meals on the trip did not forget to salt, what sea cucumbers squid, delicacies of game, but old people have not seen many generations not tasted before, but the villagers ate with relish, muscle dashing. Said the village to the city fear a guest. Like a handless winecup small bowl, a bowl can not even swallow, the whole family to do half a person to eat less rice.

People in the village, facing LOESS back into the air all year round, sunrise and sunset. Busy season of planting wheat received, there is no day and night. The sun like a fireball, Chi-baked, roll with the heat in the air. Ke La dry soil seems a little to the village people in this desperately steamer like the air rush in the harvest. Grab a room is the food, or a few torrential rains, closing achievement wasted year. This rapid accumulation weather evaporation of the water body, the villagers will gather supplementary emergency, won the big bucket, goo goo tom tom like cattle to drink, the more cool and more cool water. Night to play games that will run over the wheat hay during the day, it will be piles of wheat rope, Young went to dust impurities. If the weather does not look, but also the wheat onto the nylon or hemp bags shipped home, touching down three times the chicken has been called. Autumn and spring before a slack period, dry farming in the village used to people, do not work, as did my heart feel like fishing, the total find something to do, Long entropy ditch, manure, plowing, or help the west of the East Scotia renovation of housing, leisure is restless.

The village people, and makes a calculation to beat around the bush are relatives. I used to call a child to worry about, for example, the mother was married to Tang Shu Tong Regardless, I called the Regardless Laoniang mother, my father called me aunt. Sometimes too close to simply not call do not sing, but will be charged that the child has no sense. Some villagers rest of your life and you still confuse an old address. Neighbors, someone's chickens, some pigs, cattle, sheep, the first cake next few cubs, several home-pin. Effect on the family tree, aunts eight tables, two uncle's uncle, is scheduled to be crystal clear,wholesale and sometimes their own baby's birth can not remember, will remember this neighbor aunt aunt baby black egg with the difference between her home two days, the sun hanging just trees students. People in the village or bare buttocks grew up watching someone else, or grew up or grew up watching people who know that Han mettle, no matter what outside the government, back to the village on the generation of row were obtained, whether young and old, shouted the Lord God of the name shouting tert-called Uncle, who changed the taste will keep up appearances by accused: "Mother, good childhood bed-wetting, runny nose, but also greedy, and now is the people look like."

Village in September, in the dew gently wake up the sound of ticking. September night, the twilight like a pair of invisible hands, the water vapor in the autumn should wring. Thus, the dew on the leaves children, Motif, and Cao Jian on gather, and then slowly slide down. September, heavy dew, like the high density of mercury, landing sound, sound of a crash course sounds Suiyu splash. September in the light gray of the morning village was awakened.

A rustling sound of the door from the small farm house in the out come. Sound of a man's dress, women wash the sound, the dog see the owner, "bark" and beg for food sound, Cao Cao the magazine, one after another. Then, another set of animals stubborn tap sound car, when the roar of the motor launch, when the rattle when the door opening sound, from home to that house, Ran into a film. Then, the sound of human voice sound horse all together side street, and uniform of the ring out of the village. Wilderness Village in September, has a great temptation.

Way back in March in the morning, a woman cooking electrical supplies in the house, a man standing in the courtyard, through the budding branches have not yet made payable to watch the dry sky, the hearts of the study think that is down to the ground when it can rain in the spring? June morning, the men got up early, taking advantage of cool limited to the ground around and see several flower blossoms, peanuts and corn and overstating the sections? Sometimes, women also go to pull the weeds in the cropland, or hoe a hoe, to the crops loose bones.

Country road as the octopus angular east Yi Che, West stretched it out, meandering meandering lead in all directions at the antenna far as the urgent need to capture all the "prey." That is what they have planted seedlings, after rain moisture, sun bathing, tends the hands, this time, villages in September, the desire to harvest is brewing.

September is the season to give birth, plump mature plants on the wilderness, shy shy. Fruit trees, fruit capsules, with the Fengbai bouncing, bending the branches decorated; maize full full, drum bulging bulging, opened a package of "coat", exposing the golden grain; white peanuts hidden in the soil , just around the corner, as if the earth should crack the skin arch; And that soybean land, rolling leaves, a green, golden, color pigments, as has been painting in general, the autumn sun, a real "half-half-Jiang Jiang howling red" charm.

Men look up to the distance, standing in the boundless autumn air, the station became an autumn landscape. Man is the tree, the mountain man, a man's back pressure does not bend. However, men who are gentle enough to the north, especially the love home. They can not do without it a few acres of land, can not do without heat kang, can not do without his wife and children; even drifting away, restless heart restless, waiting for the call, come home soon embark on the road. The women are not afraid of the North Pazang tired, flexible waist can be straight curved, creeping forth in the crops the ground, pick up the harvest of happiness.

As the saying goes, "the child's own good, a good crop of others." Woman at her work, while to himself: "how do I look, the crops we always feel inferior to others home." "You see you again. To me to plant, and cream of the crop, do not believe you to see them. "man rebuke Road, heroic tone of the sky. Women are not words, and continued in the hands of the living. However, a moment to secretly sneak the adjacent ground, pulling a handful of peanuts, Douyi Dou, count, I feel like really great does not own full time, this exposed contented smile.

Day of September, giving the feeling of always short-lived, as if the front foot went out, the rear has been wholesale clothing dropped the night. West Ramp sunset sky, glowing red, not bright, like a round mirror. Men launch vehicle, a woman stopped the hands of the living, a look hazy in the dusk, not yet harvested crops, so a bit reluctantly.

September's night sky, deep and cool, this time the moon rose up yet. Courtyard of the trees, stands quietly to the weight of increasingly dark night; lights lit, and especially the next yard. Women hastily tidy bowl and chopsticks, move the stool, wrap pieces of thick clothes, sitting beside the bag of maize corn pile. Very quiet night in September, Qiuchong has stealth, Naruto has become extinct in autumn, and only when the woman opened bag of corn in the hands of the "thorn la" sound, and the golden corn bump threw out the sound. Men also came, her work, on one side and a woman to speak, to sum up this year's harvest, to plan tomorrow's manual labor. Unconsciously, your time goes by, the night was dark, cold night shift. Man stopped his hand and said: "break it, then get up early morrow also." Lights go out, Eqing, snoring sounds. The moon has quietly climbed up the hollow, Silverlit Zade, Yuet Wah, such as washing.

Silent night village, only children continue to dew on the leaves, Motif, and Cao Jian gently slide on, then they roar sounds, when to wait until tomorrow morning, then wake up the village in September.

A bright moon hanging in the sky. This cloud is very low, the moon close.
Tomorrow is the fifth. From a small town in Wenzhou city Qinba, I left home now for a month.

Sitting on the soft grass, the cool sea breeze blowing electrical supplies never far away, faint voice from far away.

Looked at the moon, sad thoughts like that, like the full moon of children Seiki blew Montreal, Montreal, silver, sorrow Montreal, Montreal, homesickness.

Long time no home, and did not think homesick homesickness is so strong.

Reading in the village primary school, morning to evening, been away from home. Junior high school work in his father, with his father to school, room and board with his father, listening to stories his father back home, there is no feeling of separation. The secondary school, the home to the county, went to junior high school classmates, and her father often used to meet the gap into the city to the school to see me,wholesale fashion very little homesick. Occasionally want to walk to the playground or sit, or to the reading room to read. I like reading, is the time in the habit Teachers. Later, in college, back to the NORMAL work, a bit farther from home, but more free time soaking in the reading room, only occasionally homesick.

Feelings of homesickness, and today especially strong, perhaps too far this time out, perhaps no longer young, perhaps less concerned about a young man.

Youth do not know real depression, love the upper floor, upper floor, love, write poetry that worry. Now know to make real depression, Unspoken, Unspoken, but Road Good word, like in real good! Perhaps the word has always been home for my career in middle-aged person, etc. written.
With the sea wind blowing away the song, I looked at the month, listen:

"Moonlight suspected Luoshuang water, hope that the moon and think of home. The dream home of relatives Light asked, How are you doing to well-being? The fragrance of flowers is the home, home on a bright, walking thousands of miles away thousands of miles, get out of loving you eyes. home ah home, looking forward to an early return to your side. "

I quietly miss, miss home.

Hometown cloud high. Home of a long month....