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father has long since kang, and put his side while eating rip the pants, i had a dream.
i am lazy lying white picket fence, the body stiff damp toward the blanket shrink the shrink said, i had a dream.
i dreamed i was a ripe oat to put enough bolted. golden oat snow covered with dense beams arid eastern slopes, low on the straw, not wheat, but it is bonded with paper models of clusters of white flowers, clusters, clusters, loose on speckled . i filled in the end piece of white paper models the oat ground running with impunity, i am riding a straight straw is down, and stand up abruptly, elegant white flower clusters shake, issued bright dazzling light. straw duanzhe cui xiang, liang in the east over a long time to echoes.
father was awakened when i was saw a graves. grave hidden in the mi zaza cover the straw, the grave was filled paper models the surface of the rose, clumps, clumps to stack with. paper roses no thorns, glowing glaucoma, chairs were rouge-like creamy aroma. grave was covered with thick ground. i stopped, only to see his head hanging on a star-sized, according to the sun's rays come, cast the shadow of the stars in the open graves.
i stretched a hand, pick the roses that dark fan qing, stern rose to reveal a pair of floating water-dripping head, cheeks swollen, dripping water, the amount of adhesive on the number of black and yellow mud. my big mouth, was about to cry, father said something, i had a dream. i woke up.
davis department of the pants, carrying out urinal, the room will be left an odor of sour smell of urine children. since mother's death, this blending of humic straw rotten eggs smell will gradually open to breed, and then did not disperse, but growing strong. qing qing to my home, often outside the house took a deep breath, then rushed to the nose pinched, pulled me to speak on the scene in the open. she asked me, your house is not a shy fox raising children? i say keep the two, is the public's. qing qing will laugh, her smile, that mouthful of jagged yellow teeth have all appeared.
i get up, as usual for the mother's point of a stick of incense as before, the burning of a laminating ink printed yellow money, and then close the eyes, read a few prayers. mother black and white portrait, embedded in the wall of willow frame, the frame around the spider web encrusted old broken glass mirror covered with dust. covered in dust in the earth, your mother would laugh for seven years then han han, silent as this house for seven years, seven years later, housing, or this house, just short of her appears to be foul, and foul as the raised shy fox child.
opened the door, i used the sticky black hand,
ugg france, grasping a half bread, bread dry skin, trimmed with yellow skinned or black or green on the mildew. i broke off together, still puffing into my mouth, bad breath, bolted down, drink a half scoop of cold water to help swallow. then i open the windows, the house with the smell of urine casual play clothes smell children.
i open the window when the father into the house. he reached into his chapped hands last night, where swill xiguo rub rub length kuxiu as the stakes. his skinny back cross in front of me, that i had a dream.
i ride across the wood in the bottom box on the window, waving the hands of the clothes, look at him contemptuously, and i had a dream.
father went out, leaving the arm wicker basket. willow basket is woven a few days before father, also made wicker basket making wet, pumping leaves the place, hanging from a few lock is not completely dead wrinkled leaves, like the old man who refers to the stripes on the joints, the volume name of child , nianman black and yellow mud spots. the wicker basket making, is qing qing niang from their own pond of willow on the river to cut off the. father with these wicker, made up two baskets, one for qing qing niang away, a stay. code willow basket is the father of good living, father compiled willow baskets, strong, durable, and then decorated with patterns, it becomes increasingly attractive. davis compiled willow baskets, often in the basket or baskets to help engrave the bottom with some of the map object: or plug in a rabbit with a basket at the end, a ridge or a flower basket to help inlaid vine. pattern, though not very sophisticated, but also realistic in general outline. new willow baskets, father, respectively, with an insert in the basket at the end of his imaginary duck. qing qing niang to take the basket, ask dad, this is the night? davis said, is the duck. qing qing yang mother will be a laugh a, peng received a bulk of the hair a shake, mast ass yichanyichan, how to see how i gnaw off the nest just like chicken ah? father blushing, whispered to be said, this is a wild duck. qing qing mother's ass more joy of britain. she was carrying a
east beam is a stretch of the mountain peak, is deserted early years of the wild,
ugg bottes, slopes covered with weeds, only the tail of the grasshoppers hopping to, the village was later opened up, kind of a new breeding crops, the harvest season,
ugg bottes pas cher, but a heavy large particles grow wheat. slope water just east beam, always the same kinds of late-maturing oat 20 days. depression in the crops are harvested over, messy to code medina stood in neat bundles of naked oats. transported wheat carts creak ya ya, who is far ringing hearty cry transport wheat. tall stubble was ignited, light smoke floating leisurely, random wind straw in the dust raised. at this section, the east beam of naked oats are cooked is prosperous, low on the straw, pressing heavy ears, the distribution of this season's final crop of sweet big mac.
qing qing armed with a thin-edged sickle, robust arms skillfully waving. golden crisp wheat was cut down, quietly lying on the ground, waiting for a rope, tied them up. qing qing called hair bun, covered with black mesh, round face was flushed mountain breeze blew again in a piece of white lin debris, a few bangs before the amount of about uncertain. she turned round, thick black eyes hushanhushan, getting married, you and your dieshui it?
i stared at her, wiped his forehead with the cuff oily sweat, lit a cigarette, smoking silently.
and qing qing married, and i and father talked about the two. once at dinner time, davis is the folder into a mass of fragments of the you-face push lightly to the mouth, i said, i want to get married. dad slightly paused, glanced at me and continue to push lightly the second port, push lightly mouth the second time, he glanced at me, that a freeze on my face a longer period. i did not dongkuaizi, hand knee, looked at him blankly. father took a side scoop of copper fetched a drink of cold water port, with big adam's apple was sensational, i rise to ask, and who?
i stared at him, and qing qing.
i watched him gradually sudden storm of blue veins, looking calmly said, i want to get married and qing qing.
father suddenly kang one click toward the bowl, like thunder roared at me, not! you-face bowl fragments bounce very high, and fall back to the bowl, there are some scattered on the ground fell kangxi.
father startled a little, white evil face slowly turning red, gradually bending a straight back down, but obviously the final round-shouldered with. he buried his head deeper. silent for a long time, he duanqi wan, push lightly mechanically spit back his bowl of you-face pieces.
second and father talk about getting married, in a night. off the light, dim light into the moon hut. i dieshui, and qing qing marriage thing, you think zeyang. darkness, father do not speak, only to sigh over and over again, after a child, he was hoarse whisper, what you have to get married and qing qing? i snappily back to her, you want me to stay single ah? father sighed, not, not. then, from under the pillow to work out a cigarette, elbows supporting the kang edge, to kindle a match, he quietly sucking, tiny martian hu ming suddenly off in the dark.
qing qing bent, squat in the middle of wheat stubble, cut down the use of oat straw tied tightly together, getting married, it touches you and you dieshui it?
i let go of the hands of the sickle, looked at her dignified, your mother do?
qing qing the tied good in groups of two bundles of wheat stacked into then, went to another pile of chairs were shoulong the oat.
i look at her, did not speak, and picked up a sickle, a drilling mi zaza wheat, the see-saw-like cutting of hard brittle straw.
see me silent, qing qing stop the hands of the family, you zala it?
i did not at her.
qing qing head longer, some exploration, you zala it?
i looked up, aiming at her, and bowed our heads, waved the sickle, jian zhuang rows of straw lying.
qing qing stamped, hard straight wheat stubble was stepped on she tied the laying down of good wheat, beating went to my side, struggling to pinch my arm, like a frightened boisterous, howling, my mother said i should not say ah you should worry you a feces davis is not what you do not agree with you touches fart ah!
i stared at her, waving their arms gently, from her rough hands to disentangle, and hanging, that i, like my mother had.
mother is sleeping with me in the morning a encoffined, and so i woke up, it was originally put in the corner covered with a concealed paper kang mother was gone, she was placed in a borrowed thin coffin, parked in the yard a makeshift spirit shed, waiting to count on fingers in a good days have been buried.
father suddenly a lot of old, skinned skinny, cheekbones like to jump out to break the skin, looking haggard day father mother lingpeng knees in front, one to take a smoke, he kept sobbing a, light green discharge from the nose freely put on trousers. that year, the father began to bend the back, the hair gray overnight, and suffering from a disease of intermittent cough.
mother was buried in the east beam length low mound,
ugg pas cher, surrounded by large fertile wheat fields, beside the tomb, scattered speckled with several strains of weeds, summer, and occasionally open several flower yellow flowers. but years later, that the tomb of the high heap quarter protruding rain erosion of soil into flat package, flanagan attract the grave of the soul streamers do not know whom to root the tree cut off the go. today the grave, only the shape of a flat oval, solitary beam in the east to appressed hard land.
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