Gan furtive hours of some of my toys for me to remember smuggled out, the bones in a white ivory light green ostrich feather fan fan, because the age for a long time, one will be hair loss, fly sky, people choking cough tears. Second thought to since the day my brother, there are also similar to the feeling.
I make the University of London exam preparation book. In the father's house used to loneliness, a man suddenly want to learn, but also to do in the dilemma of "lady" is very very difficult. Also see my mother sacrificed a lot for me, and has been in doubt me whether it is worth the sacrifice. I also doubt. Often I am a person in the apartment's roof terrace and turn on the Spanish cut in the blue sky, white walls of the bar and block out categorically. Turn his face to take the lead in the hot sun, I felt like I was standing naked under the sun, and was all bewildered like a referee with a minor who, because of the excessive pride and self-rustic. At this time, the mother's home was no longer a soft.
Admitted to university, but because of the war, not on the UK and went into Hong Kong three years later because of the war, did not finish the book back to Shanghai. Apartment house was all right there, although I believe it is absolutely not so, and also still be cherished. Now I'm lodging at an old dream, in the dreams inside doing a new dream.
Write to you, the wind blowing a little cold back, and walked off the glass door, the balcony to see furry Huang Yueliang.
The night had become rich in ancient, and now have to sell the clapper ravioli, thousands of years many people dream of green light: "child care, child care, child care, care" - Oh lovely but also sad the years
2010年12月24日星期五
Timothy. Zhang C..（十二）
Is planning a way out, I had heavy diarrhea, nearly dead. For me my father was not a doctor, no medicine. Disease for six months in bed watching the autumn and winter days TANSEI, stir lime gate on the opposite side of the antlers, the bottom two rows of numerous small stone Buddha - do not know what is now North Korea, which a generation born in ... ... dimly this house, but also dim to die here? Dead, buried in the garden.
However, in this intention, I also listen to all out the door every switch, and a patrol out of rust cushions HIV AIDS astringent coffee bars, and then choking Lang Lang loud noise, opened the iron gate. Sleep in the dream also heard this voice, and through the door of a cinder road, the sand squeaking footsteps. Even though I was sick in bed because they are anti-thinning, to quietly slip out it?
Help of a wall until I can touch the wall walk, I prepared to escape. Gan first inquire about the two sets of tone when the patrol shift, winter's night, and fell on the window with binoculars can see clearly no one black on the road, step by step and touch the iron gate next to the wall side, pull the latch, opened the door, the telescope on the milk cartons, and dodge out. - Really stand out on the sidewalk! No wind, but the lunar year Sakon's knowing about the cold, a street lamp just to see a cold gray, but the world Oh how amiable! I hastily walked in Jieyan, each foot on the ground is a resounding kiss. And I'm not far away from home and talk in the price of a rickshaw to the - I'm so glad I have not forgotten how to bargain. Really mad it! Get ready to re-arrest. Overtaken by events, had just think it's funny adventure. Later know as guilty and I Gan suspected accomplice, was greatly implicate. My stepmother put all my stuff and divide it among a people, only when I'm dead. This is my end of the house.
I fled to the mother's home, that summer my brother came along, wrapped in a newspaper with a pair of basketball shoes, said he did not go back. My mother explained to him the burden of her economic power can only charge a person's education and therefore can not take him. He cried, I cried at the next to it. He later returned in the end, with a pair of basketball shoes.
However, in this intention, I also listen to all out the door every switch, and a patrol out of rust cushions HIV AIDS astringent coffee bars, and then choking Lang Lang loud noise, opened the iron gate. Sleep in the dream also heard this voice, and through the door of a cinder road, the sand squeaking footsteps. Even though I was sick in bed because they are anti-thinning, to quietly slip out it?
Help of a wall until I can touch the wall walk, I prepared to escape. Gan first inquire about the two sets of tone when the patrol shift, winter's night, and fell on the window with binoculars can see clearly no one black on the road, step by step and touch the iron gate next to the wall side, pull the latch, opened the door, the telescope on the milk cartons, and dodge out. - Really stand out on the sidewalk! No wind, but the lunar year Sakon's knowing about the cold, a street lamp just to see a cold gray, but the world Oh how amiable! I hastily walked in Jieyan, each foot on the ground is a resounding kiss. And I'm not far away from home and talk in the price of a rickshaw to the - I'm so glad I have not forgotten how to bargain. Really mad it! Get ready to re-arrest. Overtaken by events, had just think it's funny adventure. Later know as guilty and I Gan suspected accomplice, was greatly implicate. My stepmother put all my stuff and divide it among a people, only when I'm dead. This is my end of the house.
I fled to the mother's home, that summer my brother came along, wrapped in a newspaper with a pair of basketball shoes, said he did not go back. My mother explained to him the burden of her economic power can only charge a person's education and therefore can not take him. He cried, I cried at the next to it. He later returned in the end, with a pair of basketball shoes.
Timothy. Zhang C..（十一）
The next day, my aunt is feeling, and I saw her stepmother would sneer: "What is the Laizhuo opium?" Before she begins with the opening of my father jumped up and smoke covered the very start to play, to bring the aunt also injured, into the hospital, there is no room to report catch, too lost our family's face.
My father threatened to use the pistol that killed me. I am temporarily imprisoned in an empty room, I was born inside the house suddenly becomes unfamiliar, like moonlight, the shadows emerged plainer the expanse, one-sided, mania.
Beverley Nichols has a poem on the half-mad ignorant: "asleep in your heart the moon light," I read it think of our home the blue moonlight on the floor, then quietly murderous.
I know my father can not kill me, but off a few years, so when I put out is not me. I have a few weeks old and for many years. I put my hand firmly holds the wooden railing on the balcony, as if to squeeze the water on the wood. Is the illustrious head of the blue sky, when the day is sound, because the sky plane. I want to have a bomb fell on our family to die together with them I am willing. Gan was afraid I would run away, repeatedly told: "Do not walk out the door it! Out to come back." But I still think a lot of escape plans, "Three Musketeers" "of Monte allies and enemies in mind" come together to mind. I remember most clearly is the "Turtle" in Chapter Qiugu friend has a lover, with the sheet formed a rope let down from the window out. I do not have windows facing the street, only head over the wall from the garden out. Goose down a wall shelf can be a springboard, but the deeper quiet time, alerted two geese, called to them, what to do?
Possessor of the garden pecking sorts of people who chase the big white goose, the only tall Magnolia trees, huge open flowers, like dirty white handkerchief, like a paper, left there, forgotten, and a large white flowers open year coming to an end. Never had that dirty frustrated flowers.
My father threatened to use the pistol that killed me. I am temporarily imprisoned in an empty room, I was born inside the house suddenly becomes unfamiliar, like moonlight, the shadows emerged plainer the expanse, one-sided, mania.
Beverley Nichols has a poem on the half-mad ignorant: "asleep in your heart the moon light," I read it think of our home the blue moonlight on the floor, then quietly murderous.
I know my father can not kill me, but off a few years, so when I put out is not me. I have a few weeks old and for many years. I put my hand firmly holds the wooden railing on the balcony, as if to squeeze the water on the wood. Is the illustrious head of the blue sky, when the day is sound, because the sky plane. I want to have a bomb fell on our family to die together with them I am willing. Gan was afraid I would run away, repeatedly told: "Do not walk out the door it! Out to come back." But I still think a lot of escape plans, "Three Musketeers" "of Monte allies and enemies in mind" come together to mind. I remember most clearly is the "Turtle" in Chapter Qiugu friend has a lover, with the sheet formed a rope let down from the window out. I do not have windows facing the street, only head over the wall from the garden out. Goose down a wall shelf can be a springboard, but the deeper quiet time, alerted two geese, called to them, what to do?
Possessor of the garden pecking sorts of people who chase the big white goose, the only tall Magnolia trees, huge open flowers, like dirty white handkerchief, like a paper, left there, forgotten, and a large white flowers open year coming to an end. Never had that dirty frustrated flowers.
Timothy. Zhang C..（十）
Graduated from high school that year, the mother came back to China, though I did not think my attitude has changed significantly, the father felt, and for him, this is intolerable, for many years with him, is nourished, being educated, but their hearts are in the side. I make things worse, by the way he made a speech to study requirements, and eat Ai Ai is a very bad speech. He lost his temper, that I suffered the instigation of others. Stepmother scolded me out the spot, said: "You have to interfere with the mother divorced the things your family. Since there does not fit, why not come back? Unfortunately, a step late, come back had to do concubine!"
Shanghai war happen, I put aside the things for the time being. Because the Soviet Union Island Creek near our house, heard the roar of guns can not sleep at night, so to stay at my mother for two weeks. Back that day, I stepmother asked me: "How do not you go in front of me to say?" I said I talked to my father. She said: "Oh, his father said! Your eyes Where there is me?" She hit me a brush in his mouth, I instinctively want to fight back, was rushed over to pull out of two old maidservant. I ran upstairs stepmother cried all the way to sharply: "She hit me! She hit me!" In that moment, everything becomes very clear, dark under the heavy dining room shutters, and serve with rice has been opened, no goldfish goldfish bowl, white Cigang delineate the thin orange-red of C. demersum. My father Tazhuotuoxie, shoot up shoot up rushed downstairs. Grabbed me, boxing foot Cross and roared: "Do you still beat! You hit me hit you! Not kill you today, can not be!" I think my head side to side, but also partial to that side, and numerous times, but also deafened the ears. I sat on the ground, lying on the ground, and he grabbed my hair while kicking. Has finally been opened. My heart has been very clear, remember the words of my mother: "What if he hit you, do not fight back, or else, saying that out is always your fault," so it does not want to resist. He went upstairs, and I stand up and walked in the bathroom mirror, watching my body hurt, his face red fingerprints, prepared immediately reported to the police station. Went to the gate, stopped by the porter policeman said: "The door yet, and key in the master there." I tried to Sapo, called downtown Timen, a bid to attract the attention of the police post outside the door of iron, but no, not Sapo easy. I came home, my father has blown up, to a large vase came to throw my head, a crooked little crooked, a room of various porcelain flying. He left, Gan cry to me and said: "how did you get that?" I just think this time filled with grievances, such as the mountain air Chung cried, holding her crying for a long time. But she thought I was strange, because I cherish her for me timid, afraid to offend my father, to suffer a lifetime of fear so that she becomes cold and hard. I was alone in an empty room downstairs spent the whole day in the evening to sleep in the bed, mahogany kang.
Shanghai war happen, I put aside the things for the time being. Because the Soviet Union Island Creek near our house, heard the roar of guns can not sleep at night, so to stay at my mother for two weeks. Back that day, I stepmother asked me: "How do not you go in front of me to say?" I said I talked to my father. She said: "Oh, his father said! Your eyes Where there is me?" She hit me a brush in his mouth, I instinctively want to fight back, was rushed over to pull out of two old maidservant. I ran upstairs stepmother cried all the way to sharply: "She hit me! She hit me!" In that moment, everything becomes very clear, dark under the heavy dining room shutters, and serve with rice has been opened, no goldfish goldfish bowl, white Cigang delineate the thin orange-red of C. demersum. My father Tazhuotuoxie, shoot up shoot up rushed downstairs. Grabbed me, boxing foot Cross and roared: "Do you still beat! You hit me hit you! Not kill you today, can not be!" I think my head side to side, but also partial to that side, and numerous times, but also deafened the ears. I sat on the ground, lying on the ground, and he grabbed my hair while kicking. Has finally been opened. My heart has been very clear, remember the words of my mother: "What if he hit you, do not fight back, or else, saying that out is always your fault," so it does not want to resist. He went upstairs, and I stand up and walked in the bathroom mirror, watching my body hurt, his face red fingerprints, prepared immediately reported to the police station. Went to the gate, stopped by the porter policeman said: "The door yet, and key in the master there." I tried to Sapo, called downtown Timen, a bid to attract the attention of the police post outside the door of iron, but no, not Sapo easy. I came home, my father has blown up, to a large vase came to throw my head, a crooked little crooked, a room of various porcelain flying. He left, Gan cry to me and said: "how did you get that?" I just think this time filled with grievances, such as the mountain air Chung cried, holding her crying for a long time. But she thought I was strange, because I cherish her for me timid, afraid to offend my father, to suffer a lifetime of fear so that she becomes cold and hard. I was alone in an empty room downstairs spent the whole day in the evening to sleep in the bed, mahogany kang.
Timothy. Zhang C..（九）
Along the one hand, I have Hai Kuotian poor planning, to the UK after graduating from high school to go to college, there was a time I would like to learn drawing cartoon, try to introduce the style of Chinese painting to the United States. Lin also pushy than I, I wear the most stylish clothes, travel around the world, in Shanghai, he has a house and live a life of crisp.
However, to something sturdy, really do. My father is getting married. My aunt told me the news first, is a small balcony in the summer. I cried, because read too many novels about the stepmother, never imagined would be on me. I only have a sense of urgency: in any case can not let it happen. If the woman in front, and fell on the bars dry, I will push her down from the balcony, end of that.
My stepmother also opium. Married, and soon we moved to a Republic of China to move the old style houses go, this is my industry, I was born in that house. Housing There are too many memories of our family, like many piles copy of the photo, the air a bit vague. Where the sun people sleepy, dark, cool place with tombs. Housing Qinghei heart is sober house has its own a strange world. The edge of the junction in the yin and yang, see the sun, hear the bells of trams and shop on sale of cloth blowing over and over again the banner of "Su Do not cry," There is only sleeping in the sunlight.
I live in school, rarely go home, at home, although my brother and the old saw, "Gan" by the torments, very cheap, but because it was really rare back, but also graciously perfunctory passed. My father is very proud for my writing, who encouraged me to learn poetry. Done a total of three Seven-, second song chant "Summer Rain", has two points by the President bead concentration, so I think very good: "sound as Jiegu forcing hair, rain Lotus opened its first branch." The third song Yong Hua Mulan, and too decent to go not in the mood to learn.
However, to something sturdy, really do. My father is getting married. My aunt told me the news first, is a small balcony in the summer. I cried, because read too many novels about the stepmother, never imagined would be on me. I only have a sense of urgency: in any case can not let it happen. If the woman in front, and fell on the bars dry, I will push her down from the balcony, end of that.
My stepmother also opium. Married, and soon we moved to a Republic of China to move the old style houses go, this is my industry, I was born in that house. Housing There are too many memories of our family, like many piles copy of the photo, the air a bit vague. Where the sun people sleepy, dark, cool place with tombs. Housing Qinghei heart is sober house has its own a strange world. The edge of the junction in the yin and yang, see the sun, hear the bells of trams and shop on sale of cloth blowing over and over again the banner of "Su Do not cry," There is only sleeping in the sunlight.
I live in school, rarely go home, at home, although my brother and the old saw, "Gan" by the torments, very cheap, but because it was really rare back, but also graciously perfunctory passed. My father is very proud for my writing, who encouraged me to learn poetry. Done a total of three Seven-, second song chant "Summer Rain", has two points by the President bead concentration, so I think very good: "sound as Jiegu forcing hair, rain Lotus opened its first branch." The third song Yong Hua Mulan, and too decent to go not in the mood to learn.
Timothy. Zhang C..（八）
Soon my mother left to go to France, I lived in the school reading, she came to see me, and I have no farewell, said she looked like a very happy, things can be so smooth without a trace through, that there is no trouble, but I know where she thought: "The next generation of people, the heart Zhenhen it!" has been waiting for her out of school, I was across the campus looked much tsugae tall red iron gate that closed or indifference, but gradually felt the need to tear this case, so the tears came, in the cold wind was loud sobs, crying myself to see.
Mother is gone, but the mother left her aunt's house the air, Xian Ling's jigsaw puzzle tables, soft color, I do not understand some of the beautiful people come and go. I know all the best, whether spiritual or material, are here. So for me, spiritual and material good, has always been a mix, not like the general youth body and soul, as opposed to, from time to time be in conflict with the pain of sacrifice needed.
On the other hand have my father's house, there was nothing I looked down, opium, to teach my brother to do, "Han emperor of" the old man, novels, lazy slight breeze to live. Like the Zoroastrian Persians, and I forced the world split into two halves, light and dark, good and evil, God and the devil. Belongs to my father's side must be bad, although sometimes I like. I like the opium of the clouds, fog, like the sun, chaos Tanzhao tabloid house, (now, a large stack of tabloids still gave me a sense of coming home) Looking at the tabloids, and my father talk about the joke between relatives - - I know he is lonely, lonely time he likes me. Father's room is always afternoon, sitting there for a long time will find it sink, sink.
Mother is gone, but the mother left her aunt's house the air, Xian Ling's jigsaw puzzle tables, soft color, I do not understand some of the beautiful people come and go. I know all the best, whether spiritual or material, are here. So for me, spiritual and material good, has always been a mix, not like the general youth body and soul, as opposed to, from time to time be in conflict with the pain of sacrifice needed.
On the other hand have my father's house, there was nothing I looked down, opium, to teach my brother to do, "Han emperor of" the old man, novels, lazy slight breeze to live. Like the Zoroastrian Persians, and I forced the world split into two halves, light and dark, good and evil, God and the devil. Belongs to my father's side must be bad, although sometimes I like. I like the opium of the clouds, fog, like the sun, chaos Tanzhao tabloid house, (now, a large stack of tabloids still gave me a sense of coming home) Looking at the tabloids, and my father talk about the joke between relatives - - I know he is lonely, lonely time he likes me. Father's room is always afternoon, sitting there for a long time will find it sink, sink.
Timothy. Zhang C..（七）
I also play the piano than drawing, learning English, about the only life for a period of grace is a Western-style lady's. In addition, full-off sad to see a flower clip book, listening to my mother talk about its history, actually sheds a tear. My mother met my brother said to me: "You see her sister not to cry for not eating sugar!" I was praised with a happy, tears are dry, very sorry. "Novel Monthly" is on the board with the Lao She's "two horses", a monthly magazine sent out, sitting on the toilet watching my mother, and laughed as she read it, I leaned against the doorway laughing. So now I still like the "two horses", although the Lao She later, "divorce," "train" all over "two horses" much better.
After my father to cure, then go back up, not out of cost of living, to subsidize my mother, trying to force her money away, then she can not afford to go out. They violently quarreling, scared panic servants pull their children out and told us nicely, Mind your own business. My brother and I rode quietly on the balcony of a small three-wheeled bicycle, both silent, late spring in the balcony, hanging bamboo curtains, Montreal dense section of the sun.
Parents finally agreed to a divorce. Aunt and his father is always disagreement, therefore, moved with my mother, my father moved house to house in a alley. (My father for "Yi Shizhu" is never known, single notes that "line", only willing to spend money in the car.) Their divorce, although not ask for my advice, I am in favor of, the heart naturally melancholy, because that red, blue and go home can not be sustained. Fortunately, the treaty states that I can always see the mother. In her apartment the first time I saw the tiles in the earth along the basin and gas stove, I am very pleased and feel comforted.
After my father to cure, then go back up, not out of cost of living, to subsidize my mother, trying to force her money away, then she can not afford to go out. They violently quarreling, scared panic servants pull their children out and told us nicely, Mind your own business. My brother and I rode quietly on the balcony of a small three-wheeled bicycle, both silent, late spring in the balcony, hanging bamboo curtains, Montreal dense section of the sun.
Parents finally agreed to a divorce. Aunt and his father is always disagreement, therefore, moved with my mother, my father moved house to house in a alley. (My father for "Yi Shizhu" is never known, single notes that "line", only willing to spend money in the car.) Their divorce, although not ask for my advice, I am in favor of, the heart naturally melancholy, because that red, blue and go home can not be sustained. Fortunately, the treaty states that I can always see the mother. In her apartment the first time I saw the tiles in the earth along the basin and gas stove, I am very pleased and feel comforted.
Timothy. Zhang C..（六）
I should be glad to tell the maid, the mother to come back. My mother came back the day I think the most clamoring to wear cute little red coat, but she saw me the first sentence says: "how to give her clothes to wear so small?" I soon made new clothes, everything are different. My father before the non-contrite, is to go to the hospital. We moved to a garden house, there is a dog, a flower, a fairy tale book, the family suddenly add a lot of friends and relatives beautiful and refined. My mother and aunt and sat on a piano stool fat imitation of a movie, love performance, I sat on the ground watching, laughing, in the skins to roll on the mat.
I wrote to Tianjin, a playmate, describing our new home, wrote a three letter, also drew a pattern. Did not get the letter - boast that kind of vulgar, who have to hate any strike? Home, all I think the peak of the United States. Blue Rose coverings with the old red carpet is not very concordant, but I like it, knock like the United Kingdom, because England's words remind me of the little red house under blue sky, while France is the micro- rain blue, like the bathroom tiles, stained hair oil of incense, the mother told me that the UK is often rainy, France is clear, but I can not correct my first impression.
My mother told me the most was evasive drawing a red background, the background seems there should be a considerable distance, the red background always felt close at hand, but me and my brother's bedroom wall is not from the orange-red that is my choice , and I like to paint paintings villain on the red walls, warm and close.
I wrote to Tianjin, a playmate, describing our new home, wrote a three letter, also drew a pattern. Did not get the letter - boast that kind of vulgar, who have to hate any strike? Home, all I think the peak of the United States. Blue Rose coverings with the old red carpet is not very concordant, but I like it, knock like the United Kingdom, because England's words remind me of the little red house under blue sky, while France is the micro- rain blue, like the bathroom tiles, stained hair oil of incense, the mother told me that the UK is often rainy, France is clear, but I can not correct my first impression.
My mother told me the most was evasive drawing a red background, the background seems there should be a considerable distance, the red background always felt close at hand, but me and my brother's bedroom wall is not from the orange-red that is my choice , and I like to paint paintings villain on the red walls, warm and close.
Timothy. Zhang C..（五）
Aunt grandmother lived downstairs in a big dark messy room, I rarely go in, stand before his father kang tobacco endorsement. Aunt Grandma also illiterate, a nephew to teach her own reading of "the pool of fish, swimming," wanton hit him, his face swollen Changchang keep my eyes open. She also played my father, smashed his head with a spittoon. Then someone came forward to speak family, forcing her to walk. I sat in the upstairs window and saw the door fall in slow motion out of two cars, are her students take silver at home. The servants said: "It erupted in it!"
I was eight years old to Shanghai by boat through the black ocean green water ocean, as if black is really black, green, green, although the book never saw the sea in the praise, but also a Kuaixin feeling. Sleep in the cabin reading already read many times, "Journey to the West", "Journey to the West", only the mountains and the red hot sand.
To Shanghai, sitting in the cart, I was very Kua gas and happy, pink shirt and trousers to sub-oceanic flying with Lan Hudie yarn. We lived in a small Shikumen house, marked siding. For me, it also has a tight red happiness.
But that time my father played over morphine needle, from the death of close. He sits alone on the balcony, take a wet towel head, two eyes look straight into the Yanqian rope hanging down the tendon thick and white like the rain. Splashed rain, did not catch what his mouth and murmured, I am afraid.
I was eight years old to Shanghai by boat through the black ocean green water ocean, as if black is really black, green, green, although the book never saw the sea in the praise, but also a Kuaixin feeling. Sleep in the cabin reading already read many times, "Journey to the West", "Journey to the West", only the mountains and the red hot sand.
To Shanghai, sitting in the cart, I was very Kua gas and happy, pink shirt and trousers to sub-oceanic flying with Lan Hudie yarn. We lived in a small Shikumen house, marked siding. For me, it also has a tight red happiness.
But that time my father played over morphine needle, from the death of close. He sits alone on the balcony, take a wet towel head, two eyes look straight into the Yanqian rope hanging down the tendon thick and white like the rain. Splashed rain, did not catch what his mouth and murmured, I am afraid.
Timothy. Zhang C..（四）
After his mother went to, aunt moved in her grandmother. Home is very busy and often have party, called a note. I hid behind the curtains peep, with particular attention to sitting on a couch with the sixteen-year-old sisters, the name of the sea before the slide, wearing the same jacket jade pants, white Weiyi, like a born with like.
Aunt Grandma does not like my brother, so Yili flattering, every night take me to see the dance Kissling. I sat at the table. In front of the white cream on the cake Qi eyebrows high, but I eat that piece of the whole, in that reddish twilight gradually nap was, as usual, to three or four o'clock, back in the servants back home.
Home to his brother, and I ask, sir, is a private school system, read a day later, the window in the evening swinging body. Read "too Wang Shi Xun in" turning it into "the king is too addicted to smoked fish," had just remembered. That a period of time, I often fail to back the book and worry about because the New Year's Day morning crying, so crying a year coming to an end. - New Year's Day I asked my mother pre-dawn call me up and see their New Year, Who would have thought they were afraid I stayed hard, and let me sleep a little, wake up and have been let off the fireworks. I think all the hustle and bustle of the past have become, I do not have copies, and cry and cry in bed, would not, finally pulled up. Sitting in a rattan chair, people wear new shoes for me when, or cry - even wearing new shoes also miss it.
Aunt Grandma does not like my brother, so Yili flattering, every night take me to see the dance Kissling. I sat at the table. In front of the white cream on the cake Qi eyebrows high, but I eat that piece of the whole, in that reddish twilight gradually nap was, as usual, to three or four o'clock, back in the servants back home.
Home to his brother, and I ask, sir, is a private school system, read a day later, the window in the evening swinging body. Read "too Wang Shi Xun in" turning it into "the king is too addicted to smoked fish," had just remembered. That a period of time, I often fail to back the book and worry about because the New Year's Day morning crying, so crying a year coming to an end. - New Year's Day I asked my mother pre-dawn call me up and see their New Year, Who would have thought they were afraid I stayed hard, and let me sleep a little, wake up and have been let off the fireworks. I think all the hustle and bustle of the past have become, I do not have copies, and cry and cry in bed, would not, finally pulled up. Sitting in a rattan chair, people wear new shoes for me when, or cry - even wearing new shoes also miss it.
Timothy. Zhang C..（三）
The original house is not the man my mother did not feel any defects, because she is not in there very early. There she was, I remember that I hold every morning to her maid to bed, brass bed, I climbed on the lattice Green Jinbei, with her incomprehensible to learn to recite poems. She always woke up not very happy, and I play for a long time had just happy. I began to literacy block, that is, V at the bedside, and every afternoon after word recognition, you can eat two pieces of green bean cakes.
My father married outside aunt, grandmother, he took me to a small residence to play, holding the door after I went, I must refuse to go, hard Banzhu the door, his legs kicking, he was so angry my cross Come play a few times, finally went to the hold. To the other side, I ate a lot and very easy-going sugar. There is a small residence mahogany furniture, mica Dan Xinzi carved round table stood tall on the silver plate, and half-hearted aunt was my great grandmother.
With my mother and my aunt to go abroad, on board the day she fell on the bamboo bed crying, convulsions nailed the top in green light Lvqun small film. Servant said to have been traversing this route several times to the time, she was like not to hear, they do not dare speak out, pushed me to go and told me: "Aunt, getting late." (I'm one to another adoptive a room, so called aunt and uncle.) She ignored me, just cry. She slept like a cabin on the glass reflect the sea, green flakes, but there are endless ocean waves grief Britain.
I stood in front of watching her bamboo bed, somewhat at a loss, they did not teach me something else, but fortunately I pulled into a servant.
My father married outside aunt, grandmother, he took me to a small residence to play, holding the door after I went, I must refuse to go, hard Banzhu the door, his legs kicking, he was so angry my cross Come play a few times, finally went to the hold. To the other side, I ate a lot and very easy-going sugar. There is a small residence mahogany furniture, mica Dan Xinzi carved round table stood tall on the silver plate, and half-hearted aunt was my great grandmother.
With my mother and my aunt to go abroad, on board the day she fell on the bamboo bed crying, convulsions nailed the top in green light Lvqun small film. Servant said to have been traversing this route several times to the time, she was like not to hear, they do not dare speak out, pushed me to go and told me: "Aunt, getting late." (I'm one to another adoptive a room, so called aunt and uncle.) She ignored me, just cry. She slept like a cabin on the glass reflect the sea, green flakes, but there are endless ocean waves grief Britain.
I stood in front of watching her bamboo bed, somewhat at a loss, they did not teach me something else, but fortunately I pulled into a servant.
Timothy. Zhang C..（二）
My brother's maid Huanzuo collar, "Zhang Qian", wrapped feet, clever stronger, always take precedence. Leading my "Gan," because with the girl, consciously guilty, there are always things to her. I can not bear her patriarchal argument, often together with her contention, she said: "You have to live in the exclusive village of temper! Hope that you will marry their distance - and his brother do not you come back!" She can from the fingers grasping the status of chopsticks predict the fate of my future, said: "chopsticks almost grasp, marry far." I quickly put your finger to move the upper chopstick, said: "hold it far?" she said: " grasp of course, a husband far away. "I am speechless with anger. Zhang Qian made me long to think of gender equality, I want to forge and strengthen the country, be sure to be better than my brother.
My brother is really disappointing, because the sick, to be held hostage to eat, so it is the greedy and saw the people who called an open mouth and moving his mouth to mouth to see what can be. Sick in bed, clamor to eat pine nuts and sugar - Chung pine nuts into powder, mixed with rock sugar crumbs - people put sugar Riga Coptis juice, feed him, make him desist, and he cried, the only completely stuffed fist her mouth, still. So they struck a fist berberine in the juice. Sucking his fist, cried even doped.
Sugar pine flowers in a golden ear, magnetic tin. Red next to yellow peaches magnetic cylinder, which is the lip. Afternoon sunlight to that of the old mill white dresser. Zhang once bought a dry persimmon in a drawer, too raw, the first collection there. Every two days I went to open the drawer to see, and gradually forget suspicion whether the existence of Zhang Qian, but can not ask her that as a strange self-esteem. Over time, into a soaked rotten persimmons. I am very sorry, so still remember.
My brother is really disappointing, because the sick, to be held hostage to eat, so it is the greedy and saw the people who called an open mouth and moving his mouth to mouth to see what can be. Sick in bed, clamor to eat pine nuts and sugar - Chung pine nuts into powder, mixed with rock sugar crumbs - people put sugar Riga Coptis juice, feed him, make him desist, and he cried, the only completely stuffed fist her mouth, still. So they struck a fist berberine in the juice. Sucking his fist, cried even doped.
Sugar pine flowers in a golden ear, magnetic tin. Red next to yellow peaches magnetic cylinder, which is the lip. Afternoon sunlight to that of the old mill white dresser. Zhang once bought a dry persimmon in a drawer, too raw, the first collection there. Every two days I went to open the drawer to see, and gradually forget suspicion whether the existence of Zhang Qian, but can not ask her that as a strange self-esteem. Over time, into a soaked rotten persimmons. I am very sorry, so still remember.
Timothy. Zhang C..（一）
I have always felt strongly in the book, leaving a family name, indicate the years, the address is close to the wordy boring, but recently found the book a few lines on, like it very much, because there is a late spring air, like our home in Tianjin.
The yard has a swing frame, a tall girl, a scar on the amount, they have been I Huanzuo "scar Ya-Ya", and a second swing swing to the highest office, Hu to turn the past, back yard possessor chicken. I wore white, red at noon in summer yarn peach blouse, red hakama child, sitting on the bench, drinking a bowl full of light green, astringent and sweet six-a casual, reading a riddle book, sing out, "Little dog step, bite. "the answer is scissors. There is a choice songs, including a description of the ideal half-life of the village half-Guo seclusion, just remember that a "concubine peach for peach leaf branches" does not seem like the tone of a child.
Strapped to a bluestone patio in the corner of the anvil, there is a pass Wenmo, ambitious men and Di Xiaren often used a brush dipped in the water over them practice writing characters. This thin handsome man, speaking of the Three Kingdoms to me, I like him, for he took a strange name is "hair thing." The two brothers hair thing called "Ermao objects" "San Mao thing." Mao's wife objects called "hair thing brides", referred to as "hair mother." Mother raw wool oval of a flushed, water eyes, a stomach, "Meng Lijun champion in Disguise" is a very lovely woman, however deep scheming, scar San Mao Ya-Ya later married thing, popular hair Mother's bullying. Of course, I do not understand them then, just know they are a lovely family. They are Nanjing, Nanjing, so I always had a kind of small families with the facts of the bright and the feeling of abundance. Long after they leave our home, opened a grocery store child, the maid brought me and my brother to take care of their business, efforts to buy a few poor color flower thermos, ate upstairs in the stores, tea, and the glass jar inside candy, or there is a feeling of abundance. However, their last loss of the shop, a very embarrassing situation. Mao's mother, a strange thing the two daughters did not add to her grandson, Mao complained that secretly your mother who taught two couples sleep in the house, and although the bed hangings.
The yard has a swing frame, a tall girl, a scar on the amount, they have been I Huanzuo "scar Ya-Ya", and a second swing swing to the highest office, Hu to turn the past, back yard possessor chicken. I wore white, red at noon in summer yarn peach blouse, red hakama child, sitting on the bench, drinking a bowl full of light green, astringent and sweet six-a casual, reading a riddle book, sing out, "Little dog step, bite. "the answer is scissors. There is a choice songs, including a description of the ideal half-life of the village half-Guo seclusion, just remember that a "concubine peach for peach leaf branches" does not seem like the tone of a child.
Strapped to a bluestone patio in the corner of the anvil, there is a pass Wenmo, ambitious men and Di Xiaren often used a brush dipped in the water over them practice writing characters. This thin handsome man, speaking of the Three Kingdoms to me, I like him, for he took a strange name is "hair thing." The two brothers hair thing called "Ermao objects" "San Mao thing." Mao's wife objects called "hair thing brides", referred to as "hair mother." Mother raw wool oval of a flushed, water eyes, a stomach, "Meng Lijun champion in Disguise" is a very lovely woman, however deep scheming, scar San Mao Ya-Ya later married thing, popular hair Mother's bullying. Of course, I do not understand them then, just know they are a lovely family. They are Nanjing, Nanjing, so I always had a kind of small families with the facts of the bright and the feeling of abundance. Long after they leave our home, opened a grocery store child, the maid brought me and my brother to take care of their business, efforts to buy a few poor color flower thermos, ate upstairs in the stores, tea, and the glass jar inside candy, or there is a feeling of abundance. However, their last loss of the shop, a very embarrassing situation. Mao's mother, a strange thing the two daughters did not add to her grandson, Mao complained that secretly your mother who taught two couples sleep in the house, and although the bed hangings.
Eat
Clouds that often dreamed of a child to eat cake, eating eating, the cake into thin paper, in addition to Shibuya, it was a bitter wistful.
Has always been fond of milk foam, trying to drink milk when first Wanbian swallow the white beads.
"Dream of Red Mansions", the Lady Dowager He asked the chai like to hear play, eat any thing. Po Chai Xi watch old game know that the text, a sweet tooth, bad things, they are like pick of Jia said. I like old rotten sweet tooth. All Cuibao refreshing, such as pickles, radish sauce, frog cakes, do not like, seeds will not nibbling, detailed some of the foods such as fish and shrimp will not eat, is one of the most law-abiding "meat-eater."
Shanghai so-called "beef village" is a lovely place, clean, white, T-style tiles on the wall close to the "soup of meat × × yuan, Philip × × element" of the deep pink paper. Roof lights on the white spherical black cloth covered air defense units, set off by red lining, very clear. White coat guys are all rosy obesity, grinning, one foot forward to the bench, which stand to see tabloids. Particularly their eggplant, onions they are particularly tasty, and their pig's got to be special. Collapse parked car door, shipped two pigs came in and opt for whole, not stripping, sharp-tongued some blood, stomach line opened, exposing the red lining. Do not know why, look no slightest unpleasant feeling, then everything should not, then legal, there is no more appropriate. I'd love to find things on the beef village, sitting in front of the computer specifically to deal with money. There is fresh air and the spirit of the nursing home. Things like too much is not enough. The adults
Sitting on the tram, looked up and standing in front of people, do more Xiangmaotangtang, a form of non-vulgar, but very little nose is clean. So there is this sentence: "No one can charge him in front of heroes Dixia Ren."
Has always been fond of milk foam, trying to drink milk when first Wanbian swallow the white beads.
"Dream of Red Mansions", the Lady Dowager He asked the chai like to hear play, eat any thing. Po Chai Xi watch old game know that the text, a sweet tooth, bad things, they are like pick of Jia said. I like old rotten sweet tooth. All Cuibao refreshing, such as pickles, radish sauce, frog cakes, do not like, seeds will not nibbling, detailed some of the foods such as fish and shrimp will not eat, is one of the most law-abiding "meat-eater."
Shanghai so-called "beef village" is a lovely place, clean, white, T-style tiles on the wall close to the "soup of meat × × yuan, Philip × × element" of the deep pink paper. Roof lights on the white spherical black cloth covered air defense units, set off by red lining, very clear. White coat guys are all rosy obesity, grinning, one foot forward to the bench, which stand to see tabloids. Particularly their eggplant, onions they are particularly tasty, and their pig's got to be special. Collapse parked car door, shipped two pigs came in and opt for whole, not stripping, sharp-tongued some blood, stomach line opened, exposing the red lining. Do not know why, look no slightest unpleasant feeling, then everything should not, then legal, there is no more appropriate. I'd love to find things on the beef village, sitting in front of the computer specifically to deal with money. There is fresh air and the spirit of the nursing home. Things like too much is not enough. The adults
Sitting on the tram, looked up and standing in front of people, do more Xiangmaotangtang, a form of non-vulgar, but very little nose is clean. So there is this sentence: "No one can charge him in front of heroes Dixia Ren."
Wear（四）
For those who can not speak, clothing is a language, carry a pocket-sized theater. So live theater in the atmosphere made it not become a "Trapper" What? (Chekhov's "Trapper", always wearing a raincoat, an umbrella, to cover himself ruthlessly, even his watch fob is also what has a cap.)
Drama of life is unhealthy. Like us grew up in urban culture of the people, the sea is always the first to see the pictures, after seeing the sea; first reading romance novels, then know that love; our life experience is often the second round, by means of artificial drama , so the drama of life and life is difficult demarcation between.
One night, under the moon, me and a classmate walking the corridors of the dormitory, I was twelve years old, she older than I, she said: "I am very good with you, but do not know how." Because of the moon, because I was born a man to write novels. I whispered solemnly said: "I am ... ... In addition to my mother, only you." She was very moved, even I was moved by their own.
One more thing makes me uneasy, and that earlier, and I was five, my mother is not in China at that time. My father's concubine was a prostitute older than he, Minghuan, pale oval face, long hanging before leaving the sea, and she made me the top of lilac velvet Duanao fashionable dress, to me said: "Look how good I treat you! your mother to make clothes for you, always take the old East to fight the West to change, willing to use the whole site where the velvet? you like me or like your mother?" I said: "like you . "because this does not lie, I remember it even more troubled at heart.
Drama of life is unhealthy. Like us grew up in urban culture of the people, the sea is always the first to see the pictures, after seeing the sea; first reading romance novels, then know that love; our life experience is often the second round, by means of artificial drama , so the drama of life and life is difficult demarcation between.
One night, under the moon, me and a classmate walking the corridors of the dormitory, I was twelve years old, she older than I, she said: "I am very good with you, but do not know how." Because of the moon, because I was born a man to write novels. I whispered solemnly said: "I am ... ... In addition to my mother, only you." She was very moved, even I was moved by their own.
One more thing makes me uneasy, and that earlier, and I was five, my mother is not in China at that time. My father's concubine was a prostitute older than he, Minghuan, pale oval face, long hanging before leaving the sea, and she made me the top of lilac velvet Duanao fashionable dress, to me said: "Look how good I treat you! your mother to make clothes for you, always take the old East to fight the West to change, willing to use the whole site where the velvet? you like me or like your mother?" I said: "like you . "because this does not lie, I remember it even more troubled at heart.
Wear（三）
Kimono tailoring is extremely complicated, more lavish patterns on the cloth is often buried, but added the lines to do simple Chinese cheongsam. The impression is more clear.
Japanese fabric, one is a picture. Buy a home, I often did before to tailor out repeatedly in Shangjian: Palm tree leaves ajar temple in Myanmar, a few have, in the red-brown tropical; early summer the pond, the water a layer of green film , floating duckweed and broken stems of purple and white lilacs, as if should be filled with "sorrow Jiangnan" Xiao Ling Lane; another thing, the subject matter is the "rain flower", white base, the shade of large purple flowers Qi , water and pieces of.
Saw and did not buy into the I remember. There is a dark olive green silk, passing above the shadows of large, full sporting a long wind and thunder. There is also a Japanese silk material, light Huse, shining wood, waterlines; every section of the road, water bowl large floating two plum draw hooks of silver, iron, like the medieval chapel of the colorful glass art red glass was covered with heavy iron border.
The most common variety of the market is no name to the colors, green is not green, gray not gray, yellow is not yellow, can only do background, they are all neutral colors, also known as protective coloration, also known as civilization, color, and called the mixed color. There are also secret blend color Yan lovely, like another universe, according to the body in the sun. But I always feel that not enough is not enough, as VanGogh drawing and painting under the hot sun to the sunflower in southern France, the total coloring too was not strong enough to color a lot to pile up, high convex up, oil changed relief.
Japanese fabric, one is a picture. Buy a home, I often did before to tailor out repeatedly in Shangjian: Palm tree leaves ajar temple in Myanmar, a few have, in the red-brown tropical; early summer the pond, the water a layer of green film , floating duckweed and broken stems of purple and white lilacs, as if should be filled with "sorrow Jiangnan" Xiao Ling Lane; another thing, the subject matter is the "rain flower", white base, the shade of large purple flowers Qi , water and pieces of.
Saw and did not buy into the I remember. There is a dark olive green silk, passing above the shadows of large, full sporting a long wind and thunder. There is also a Japanese silk material, light Huse, shining wood, waterlines; every section of the road, water bowl large floating two plum draw hooks of silver, iron, like the medieval chapel of the colorful glass art red glass was covered with heavy iron border.
The most common variety of the market is no name to the colors, green is not green, gray not gray, yellow is not yellow, can only do background, they are all neutral colors, also known as protective coloration, also known as civilization, color, and called the mixed color. There are also secret blend color Yan lovely, like another universe, according to the body in the sun. But I always feel that not enough is not enough, as VanGogh drawing and painting under the hot sun to the sunflower in southern France, the total coloring too was not strong enough to color a lot to pile up, high convex up, oil changed relief.
Wear（二）
After graduating from high school with his mother before. My mother made a very fair way: If you want to get married early, then it do not read books, to dress themselves with the school fees; to continue your studies, there is no money left to take into account clothes on. I went to Hong Kong to go to college, and later won two awards, for my mother to save a little money, I feel I can look at the wanton, arbitrary and made some clothes on, has also still addicted.
Color harmony, the Chinese learned from the Western new "control" and "Harmony" two rules - with the superficial view of the control is the red and green, harmony is green and green. Little do they know of two different green, the conflict is significant strife; two green manipulative only a little bit more, looked the more unsettling. Red and green contrast, there is a welcome stimulus. But too straightforward controls. Red and green, like the Christmas tree-like, the lack of aftertaste. Also pay attention to the Chinese people used to clear the controls. Has two songs: "Red with green and see less; red with purple, a bubble feces." "Golden Lotus", the family-law Ning Huilian dressed in red coat and purple dress worn by the bar; Ximen not look pleasing to the eye, open the box and found a Lanchou her skirt.
Chinese people often say that modern people do not know how the former with color. The ancients were not absolute, but vary the control, for example: sapphire blue with apple green, pine color with red, light green with pink. We have forgotten the past know.
Wan wonderful past that the complex harmonic, only clothing can be found in Japan. So I like to Hongkou buy things, unfortunately they are like paintings like cloth rolled into a cylinder, can not just visit, be forced to make Dianhuo open roll to roll slowly. Shop upsets the whole mess and the results lean not buy anything, is a very embarrassing thing.
Color harmony, the Chinese learned from the Western new "control" and "Harmony" two rules - with the superficial view of the control is the red and green, harmony is green and green. Little do they know of two different green, the conflict is significant strife; two green manipulative only a little bit more, looked the more unsettling. Red and green contrast, there is a welcome stimulus. But too straightforward controls. Red and green, like the Christmas tree-like, the lack of aftertaste. Also pay attention to the Chinese people used to clear the controls. Has two songs: "Red with green and see less; red with purple, a bubble feces." "Golden Lotus", the family-law Ning Huilian dressed in red coat and purple dress worn by the bar; Ximen not look pleasing to the eye, open the box and found a Lanchou her skirt.
Chinese people often say that modern people do not know how the former with color. The ancients were not absolute, but vary the control, for example: sapphire blue with apple green, pine color with red, light green with pink. We have forgotten the past know.
Wan wonderful past that the complex harmonic, only clothing can be found in Japan. So I like to Hongkou buy things, unfortunately they are like paintings like cloth rolled into a cylinder, can not just visit, be forced to make Dianhuo open roll to roll slowly. Shop upsets the whole mess and the results lean not buy anything, is a very embarrassing thing.
Wear（一）
Shui can represent the ideal of most people's ideal. He likes a woman wear a refreshing cool blue cloth gown, slightly exposed in the red silk blouse under the dress, being a little naive temptation honest, I am not qualified in his novel, also do not volunteer.
Because my mother loved to make clothes, my father had once grunt: "a person and not a clothes rack!" One of my first memories is my mother standing in front of the mirror, not on the green jade brooch Duanao on, I next turn his face looked, extremely envious that he can not wait to grow up. I said: "Secretary-year-old head I love to comb the age of ten I wear high heels, sixteen years old I can eat dumplings dumplings, eating all the hard to digest things." The more impatient, the more that day too long. Childhood day by day, warm and slow of foot, just as the old cotton-padded shoes inside, pink velvet lining in the sun on the sun.
Sometimes they complain that time flies, and suddenly a big slice of taller children, the new foreign made clothes, light green brocade, and one did not itself, can no longer wear. After the dress will be a sad thought, that is life-long regret.
At one time lived under the rule of the stepmother, picking her leftover clothes to wear, never forget a dark red, thin Gua, the color of ground beef, wearing finish to wear, like get it all had frostbite; winter have passed, and still keeping the frostbite scars - is the kind of hate and shame. Because more than half ashamed of, secondary life is unpleasant, and rarely make friends.
Because my mother loved to make clothes, my father had once grunt: "a person and not a clothes rack!" One of my first memories is my mother standing in front of the mirror, not on the green jade brooch Duanao on, I next turn his face looked, extremely envious that he can not wait to grow up. I said: "Secretary-year-old head I love to comb the age of ten I wear high heels, sixteen years old I can eat dumplings dumplings, eating all the hard to digest things." The more impatient, the more that day too long. Childhood day by day, warm and slow of foot, just as the old cotton-padded shoes inside, pink velvet lining in the sun on the sun.
Sometimes they complain that time flies, and suddenly a big slice of taller children, the new foreign made clothes, light green brocade, and one did not itself, can no longer wear. After the dress will be a sad thought, that is life-long regret.
At one time lived under the rule of the stepmother, picking her leftover clothes to wear, never forget a dark red, thin Gua, the color of ground beef, wearing finish to wear, like get it all had frostbite; winter have passed, and still keeping the frostbite scars - is the kind of hate and shame. Because more than half ashamed of, secondary life is unpleasant, and rarely make friends.
MONEY（三）
To love for a person to the extent of asking him to get pocket money, it is a strict test.
CLAIRE, I like my job. "Learning martial arts written, sold and imperial family"; the former ruling class, scholars are relying on food, and now the situation is slightly different, I am glad that my god is not "imperial family", but people buy the magazine. Not take the words of the mass of the ass - it is the most lovely public employers, less capricious, "awfully unpredictable"; not put on airs, and really treat people, in order that you will remember your good ten years to five years years. And the public is abstract. If you have to be a master, of course, would rather be an abstraction.
Though not enough money, I also have a point goods store, heard a friend predicted that last year: In recent years there is no market for Georgy always velvet, and soon must be fashionable, because today's Shanghai, a woman of fashion does not turn out what else is on, the memories of five years ago is bound to go to find inspiration. So I saved several hundred dollars to buy a piece of Georgy fleece material. Store to the present, the market saw Georgy flock there, send it to consignment shops to go, but hope not sell, you can keep it yourself.
This is full of contradictions, took to the streets to buy food to go around with a distressed son of the romantic attitude, right? Recently, however, an old man selling vegetables in a food put into the scales of my bag when the bag's Tie the title in his mouth for a while. I carried it Shiru's Tie, and nothing strange feeling. Found themselves with a different place, I was very happy - like a little practical progress could not tell why.
CLAIRE, I like my job. "Learning martial arts written, sold and imperial family"; the former ruling class, scholars are relying on food, and now the situation is slightly different, I am glad that my god is not "imperial family", but people buy the magazine. Not take the words of the mass of the ass - it is the most lovely public employers, less capricious, "awfully unpredictable"; not put on airs, and really treat people, in order that you will remember your good ten years to five years years. And the public is abstract. If you have to be a master, of course, would rather be an abstraction.
Though not enough money, I also have a point goods store, heard a friend predicted that last year: In recent years there is no market for Georgy always velvet, and soon must be fashionable, because today's Shanghai, a woman of fashion does not turn out what else is on, the memories of five years ago is bound to go to find inspiration. So I saved several hundred dollars to buy a piece of Georgy fleece material. Store to the present, the market saw Georgy flock there, send it to consignment shops to go, but hope not sell, you can keep it yourself.
This is full of contradictions, took to the streets to buy food to go around with a distressed son of the romantic attitude, right? Recently, however, an old man selling vegetables in a food put into the scales of my bag when the bag's Tie the title in his mouth for a while. I carried it Shiru's Tie, and nothing strange feeling. Found themselves with a different place, I was very happy - like a little practical progress could not tell why.
MONEY（二）
For the first time to make money is in high school, drew a cartoon put into the English "great beauty Evening News" on the newspaper gave me five dollars in, I immediately bought a trumpet Danqi lipstick. I do not blame my mother keep the money goes to be a memorial, but I like her so full of emotion. For me, money is money, you can buy all kinds of things I want.
I think it is something I should be all because I enjoy it more than others, because it gives me tremendous joy. Thinking to plan a dream of sleep a dress, have repeatedly come to buy time to consider, then, that the process of consideration, there is also joy in pain. Too much money to not need consideration; have no money, no need to consider. My joy this arrest are bound bundles of the petty bourgeoisie. Every time I see the "people" the words I think of their cramped, as if that chest wear a red silk notes.
This year I am a self-reliant citizen. On professional women, Su Qing said so: "I see everything inside the room, even a nail, but also my own to buy. But to speak of it and what is happiness?" This is the wisdom, many memorable times, had just that one of the desolation. Heard a woman promoter bulging chest, said: "I have seventeen years of age to feed myself, this year thirty-one years old, never used a man's money." As if it is worthy of pride, yet is also close to the bloom right?
Until now, I still fully enjoy the pleasures of self-sufficiency, perhaps because it was nothing new to me, I can not forget the child to the father for the money to pay what the piano teacher's salary. I stand in front of tobacco shop, a long, long time, not to answer. Then I left the father, his mother lived. Asked his mother for money, at first cordial flavored, because I have been in a romantic love to love my mother. She is beautiful and sensitive woman, and I seldom touch with her, I was four when she went to go abroad several times and went back. In the eyes of the child she is distant and mysterious. She led me out there twice, when crossing the street, and occasionally take my hand, they feel that a rusty irritation. But then, the dilemma in her hand asked her to take three days and two days of the money for her ordeal with the temper, for his ordeal with the ungrateful, embarrassment to those frivolous, a little bit of ruined my love.
I think it is something I should be all because I enjoy it more than others, because it gives me tremendous joy. Thinking to plan a dream of sleep a dress, have repeatedly come to buy time to consider, then, that the process of consideration, there is also joy in pain. Too much money to not need consideration; have no money, no need to consider. My joy this arrest are bound bundles of the petty bourgeoisie. Every time I see the "people" the words I think of their cramped, as if that chest wear a red silk notes.
This year I am a self-reliant citizen. On professional women, Su Qing said so: "I see everything inside the room, even a nail, but also my own to buy. But to speak of it and what is happiness?" This is the wisdom, many memorable times, had just that one of the desolation. Heard a woman promoter bulging chest, said: "I have seventeen years of age to feed myself, this year thirty-one years old, never used a man's money." As if it is worthy of pride, yet is also close to the bloom right?
Until now, I still fully enjoy the pleasures of self-sufficiency, perhaps because it was nothing new to me, I can not forget the child to the father for the money to pay what the piano teacher's salary. I stand in front of tobacco shop, a long, long time, not to answer. Then I left the father, his mother lived. Asked his mother for money, at first cordial flavored, because I have been in a romantic love to love my mother. She is beautiful and sensitive woman, and I seldom touch with her, I was four when she went to go abroad several times and went back. In the eyes of the child she is distant and mysterious. She led me out there twice, when crossing the street, and occasionally take my hand, they feel that a rusty irritation. But then, the dilemma in her hand asked her to take three days and two days of the money for her ordeal with the temper, for his ordeal with the ungrateful, embarrassment to those frivolous, a little bit of ruined my love.
MONEY（一）
Do not know "grasping Week" This custom is popular throughout the country. My years of age in a matter of course when he chose something Lacquer Tray to the future aspirations of the trend divination. I get the money - it seems a little sovereigns. I remember my aunt is so, there is a maid insisted that I take the pen, I do not know what that is reliable. But in any case, it seems I will be like small money. My mother is very surprised to find that this layer, the one to shake his head and said: "This generation of people ... ..." My mother is a lofty one, of course, when money did not mention money, that is until the money was for the very force powerful money, they also also very light. This attitude is very spotless caught my resentment, shock I went across the hall, therefore, one learned to "worship of money," the term, I insisted I was...
I like money, because I did not eat hard money - although the small experience some pain, and people really had it tough for it is nothing compared to - do not know the money's bad, but only know that the money benefits.
When living at home, enough to live comfortably, tuition, medical expenses, entertainment expenses, all do not need to worry about, but never had the money in his hand. Fear of a child to buy snacks to eat, we always put some money under the pillow over the years will pay back his father, and we never thought of resistance. I did not separate until the age of sixteen to the store bought stuff, not used, there is no desire.
Watched the movie came out, like Xunbu Fang Yi Ban children move collar, stand in Jieyan, waiting for the car at home husband took me back (I can not do anything to find him, because no homes Lao Shi Ji Qi Che's number), this is my memories The only luxurious feel.
I like money, because I did not eat hard money - although the small experience some pain, and people really had it tough for it is nothing compared to - do not know the money's bad, but only know that the money benefits.
When living at home, enough to live comfortably, tuition, medical expenses, entertainment expenses, all do not need to worry about, but never had the money in his hand. Fear of a child to buy snacks to eat, we always put some money under the pillow over the years will pay back his father, and we never thought of resistance. I did not separate until the age of sixteen to the store bought stuff, not used, there is no desire.
Watched the movie came out, like Xunbu Fang Yi Ban children move collar, stand in Jieyan, waiting for the car at home husband took me back (I can not do anything to find him, because no homes Lao Shi Ji Qi Che's number), this is my memories The only luxurious feel.
Genius Dreams（三）
My mother gave me two years to learn to adapt to the environment. She taught me to cook; with laundry soap powder; practice road position; Man glances; lighting and be sure to draw the curtains; in the mirror of the facial expression; If there is no sense of humor genius, do not say a joke.
In the attitude of common sense, I reveal amazing stupid. My two-year plan is a failed experiment. In addition to loss of balance to my thinking, my mother did not give me any painful warning of.
Art of Living, A part of me just can not appreciate. I know how to read "July Qiaoyun", listening to Scottish soldiers blowing bagpibe, enjoy the breeze in the chair, eating peanuts, salt water, enjoy a rainy night in neon lights, double-decker bus from the hand pick the leaves of the tree top. In the absence of human transfer of the occasion, I am full of joy in life. But I can not overcome such a day of little gnawing worry, life is wearing a beautiful gown, covered with lice.
In the attitude of common sense, I reveal amazing stupid. My two-year plan is a failed experiment. In addition to loss of balance to my thinking, my mother did not give me any painful warning of.
Art of Living, A part of me just can not appreciate. I know how to read "July Qiaoyun", listening to Scottish soldiers blowing bagpibe, enjoy the breeze in the chair, eating peanuts, salt water, enjoy a rainy night in neon lights, double-decker bus from the hand pick the leaves of the tree top. In the absence of human transfer of the occasion, I am full of joy in life. But I can not overcome such a day of little gnawing worry, life is wearing a beautiful gown, covered with lice.
Genius Dreams（二）
I have come half a dozen exercise books will be sewn together, it is expected a lengthy masterpiece, but I soon lose this great interest in the subject. Now I still keep my painted illustrations multiple frames, describes this ideal society services, construction, interior decoration, including the library, "Yanwu Hall", chocolate shops, roof garden. Public dining pavilion is a lotus pond. I do not remember if there is a cinema and a socialist - though the lack of these two products of civilization, they seem just fine.
The age of nine, I hesitated not know music or art should be chosen to be my lifelong career. Watched a video describing the poor painter, I cried and decided to be a pianist, in a magnificent concert hall performances. For color, notes, words, I am extremely sensitive. When I play the piano, I imagine that the eight notes of a different character, wearing a colorful hat dance together. I learned to write articles, like to use strong color, the sound sonorous words such as "Pearl Ash", "Evening", "wan wonderful", "splendour", "melancholy", so often made a pile of problems. Until now, I still love to watch "Strange" and the report of the Paris fashion tacky is attractive to such words.
At school I get free development. My confidence growing stronger, until I was sixteen years old, my mother came back from France, the daughter of her many years of study after nearly a bit.
"I regret your past typhoid nursing care," she told me, "I'd rather see you dead, do not want to see you live by your own pain everywhere." I found that I do not Xiaoping Guo, through hard work I learn to make socks. I'm afraid of the barber shop, afraid of meeting customer, afraid to try clothes tailor. Many people tried to teach me to weave wool, but not a success. Lived two years in a room and asked me where I was at a loss bell. I take the rickshaw to the hospital every day, injections, after another three months, still do not know that road. All in all, in the real society, I mean a waste.
The age of nine, I hesitated not know music or art should be chosen to be my lifelong career. Watched a video describing the poor painter, I cried and decided to be a pianist, in a magnificent concert hall performances. For color, notes, words, I am extremely sensitive. When I play the piano, I imagine that the eight notes of a different character, wearing a colorful hat dance together. I learned to write articles, like to use strong color, the sound sonorous words such as "Pearl Ash", "Evening", "wan wonderful", "splendour", "melancholy", so often made a pile of problems. Until now, I still love to watch "Strange" and the report of the Paris fashion tacky is attractive to such words.
At school I get free development. My confidence growing stronger, until I was sixteen years old, my mother came back from France, the daughter of her many years of study after nearly a bit.
"I regret your past typhoid nursing care," she told me, "I'd rather see you dead, do not want to see you live by your own pain everywhere." I found that I do not Xiaoping Guo, through hard work I learn to make socks. I'm afraid of the barber shop, afraid of meeting customer, afraid to try clothes tailor. Many people tried to teach me to weave wool, but not a success. Lived two years in a room and asked me where I was at a loss bell. I take the rickshaw to the hospital every day, injections, after another three months, still do not know that road. All in all, in the real society, I mean a waste.
Genius Dreams（一）
I'm a weird girl, was present as a genius from childhood, in addition to the development of my genius no existence outside the target. However, when a childhood fantasy gradually faded, I found my dream except genius than nothing - but all of the perverse genius of the disadvantages. Forgive Wa Genie's sparse mad world, but they will not forgive me.
Coupled with some American-style propaganda, maybe I'll hailed as a child prodigy. Recite Tang poetry when I was three. I remember standing in a swaying manner venerable old wicker chair before the Langyin Manchu "commercial subjugated women do not know hate, still singing river Courtyard Flowers", seeing his tears roll down. The age of seven I wrote a first novel, a family tragedy. Experienced stroke complicated words, I often Paoqu Wen cook how to write. The second novel is about a lovelorn girl committed suicide. My mother criticized: if she wanted to commit suicide, she would not take the train from Shanghai to West Lake to the self-drowning. But I was the West Lake poetic background. Finally stubbornly kept it.
I am only reading materials is the "Journey to the West" and a small amount of fairy tales, but my thoughts are not bound by them. That year, I tried a similar utopian novels, title Happy Village. Happy highland village is a militant ethnic Hmong for overcoming active, Mongolian Chinese emperor license, exempt from taxes, and to autonomy. So Happy Village is a family of isolated, self-cultivation self-organization, Save the tribal village and lively culture.
Coupled with some American-style propaganda, maybe I'll hailed as a child prodigy. Recite Tang poetry when I was three. I remember standing in a swaying manner venerable old wicker chair before the Langyin Manchu "commercial subjugated women do not know hate, still singing river Courtyard Flowers", seeing his tears roll down. The age of seven I wrote a first novel, a family tragedy. Experienced stroke complicated words, I often Paoqu Wen cook how to write. The second novel is about a lovelorn girl committed suicide. My mother criticized: if she wanted to commit suicide, she would not take the train from Shanghai to West Lake to the self-drowning. But I was the West Lake poetic background. Finally stubbornly kept it.
I am only reading materials is the "Journey to the West" and a small amount of fairy tales, but my thoughts are not bound by them. That year, I tried a similar utopian novels, title Happy Village. Happy highland village is a militant ethnic Hmong for overcoming active, Mongolian Chinese emperor license, exempt from taxes, and to autonomy. So Happy Village is a family of isolated, self-cultivation self-organization, Save the tribal village and lively culture.
Aunt Quotations（三）
She is over the years, luck has been not very good. All things are not liking the more, and have actually fat up, she wrote to a friend, "the recent food is boring boring boring long sleep. ... ... With great difficulty decided to do a pair of pants, one leg the day before yesterday laid off, laid off yesterday a leg, sew a crack this morning, and now want to sew the second seam. These trousers have a successful general strike day? "
Last year, she been ill, illness, long time no recovery. She took a little laugh and said: "Yan Yan is the weather like, and so weak that a person like a word the whole way out!"
She had a lot of hand selling jewelry, and only a pink Phi Xia, remained to the present, because the less a good reason. Take it pre-war valuation, the store her ten dollars, she did not sell. Some intervals, she always put it out to see, where Bibi, Bibi, where the total point of trying to use it to send the results and still be close up, wearing a green silk gem, frostbite had swollen to an extent that lavender translucent red. Stop hanging to be a lapel ornament, set off by what foundation are not look good. On the same color, all very well, but can not see, is equal to none. On white, and that relatively good, but white also appears to phase out dirty. Black satin top or on top of inexpensive - but for the sake of their own black clothes, and hold, and even better.
Dang it was suspended unless, to be a fan falling or something. However, it is only one side is smooth. Negative is not seen; on top of a hole, position not right, in the middle of gems.
Aunt sighed and said: "Look at this piece of Phi Xia, giving the impression that life is meaningless."
Last year, she been ill, illness, long time no recovery. She took a little laugh and said: "Yan Yan is the weather like, and so weak that a person like a word the whole way out!"
She had a lot of hand selling jewelry, and only a pink Phi Xia, remained to the present, because the less a good reason. Take it pre-war valuation, the store her ten dollars, she did not sell. Some intervals, she always put it out to see, where Bibi, Bibi, where the total point of trying to use it to send the results and still be close up, wearing a green silk gem, frostbite had swollen to an extent that lavender translucent red. Stop hanging to be a lapel ornament, set off by what foundation are not look good. On the same color, all very well, but can not see, is equal to none. On white, and that relatively good, but white also appears to phase out dirty. Black satin top or on top of inexpensive - but for the sake of their own black clothes, and hold, and even better.
Dang it was suspended unless, to be a fan falling or something. However, it is only one side is smooth. Negative is not seen; on top of a hole, position not right, in the middle of gems.
Aunt sighed and said: "Look at this piece of Phi Xia, giving the impression that life is meaningless."
Aunt Quotations（二）
Her find a rebellion, the discerning very powerful, because: "If a man should be the breadwinner, sometimes there is no choice, how hard it is too dry, said it was his duty, there is a nominal. Like I do without families, and doing not a desirable thing, frown the money too, anxious to live, but why? "
Once upon a time she was in the radio stations report news, read the editorial, the daily work half an hour. She says: "I said half an hour every day boring, you can Nahao tens of thousands of salary, if I spend all day saying interesting, but can not get a money."
She criticized a timid person eat Ai Ai's speech: "People sleep cough jade beads, he is stuck in the throat of the bead."
"Edward VII Road" (Love and more sub-Road) I made a mistake as the "Edward VIII Road", she said: "King Edward VIII, as the road has not had time yet."
She who we do not have much favor Chang - be better for me, but also because I automatically adhesion up, take me no alternative but to reason. So she often complained: "and you live together, people become very nagging (because of the need muttering) and arrogant (because other low energy)." One time she said sorry for my brother to stand In her eyes: "a pair of big eyes looking at me right up to it." "it up it up" was really good with words, the performance of a non-reporting of the boys head heavy and wet to focus on the folder.
She said she: "I am civil and military, the text to write to Naxie Di Wu." Studying in Hong Kong when I like to hear from her top, ladies of the blue words written on very thin pink thin copy paper, (her office is saved, used, parts cut away, so a page size range, reading hot for Cui Xiang pattering evil.) There is a silly letter of interest, such as spring total sunny summer. Tone is very dull, but spend a lot of exclamation points, almost all to do with the exclamation punctuation, ten years ago, there is a school of fashion articles that strike? Also, she always says "hard is good," "ruthless happy," I argue with her, and she did not recognize her here to be with the word "very". Later I asked her: "Well, 'fierce' in the 'hard' words, my aunt how to write it?" She is also writing "ruthless." I said: "So that a 'very' word to it to do? Aunt can not deny that there is such a word." She think about it, too rational. I said: "There are no people to write 'hard good' by. A write, once a week to their classified Shoujuan of their generation." She really changed since.
Once upon a time she was in the radio stations report news, read the editorial, the daily work half an hour. She says: "I said half an hour every day boring, you can Nahao tens of thousands of salary, if I spend all day saying interesting, but can not get a money."
She criticized a timid person eat Ai Ai's speech: "People sleep cough jade beads, he is stuck in the throat of the bead."
"Edward VII Road" (Love and more sub-Road) I made a mistake as the "Edward VIII Road", she said: "King Edward VIII, as the road has not had time yet."
She who we do not have much favor Chang - be better for me, but also because I automatically adhesion up, take me no alternative but to reason. So she often complained: "and you live together, people become very nagging (because of the need muttering) and arrogant (because other low energy)." One time she said sorry for my brother to stand In her eyes: "a pair of big eyes looking at me right up to it." "it up it up" was really good with words, the performance of a non-reporting of the boys head heavy and wet to focus on the folder.
She said she: "I am civil and military, the text to write to Naxie Di Wu." Studying in Hong Kong when I like to hear from her top, ladies of the blue words written on very thin pink thin copy paper, (her office is saved, used, parts cut away, so a page size range, reading hot for Cui Xiang pattering evil.) There is a silly letter of interest, such as spring total sunny summer. Tone is very dull, but spend a lot of exclamation points, almost all to do with the exclamation punctuation, ten years ago, there is a school of fashion articles that strike? Also, she always says "hard is good," "ruthless happy," I argue with her, and she did not recognize her here to be with the word "very". Later I asked her: "Well, 'fierce' in the 'hard' words, my aunt how to write it?" She is also writing "ruthless." I said: "So that a 'very' word to it to do? Aunt can not deny that there is such a word." She think about it, too rational. I said: "There are no people to write 'hard good' by. A write, once a week to their classified Shoujuan of their generation." She really changed since.
Aunt Quotations（一）
My aunt had a talk wit Qingping insight, I told her a bit like Zhou them. As usual, she said she did not understand this, nor am interested in - because she does not like writers, so the need to distance themselves from everywhere. But once she said: "I spend all day just to dilute the gas to the issue!"
One night, very cold. Hastily drilled to go to bed, she said: "such as sleep, go." Written down can be a poem: "Neverwinter Nights, such as sleep, go."
Her hair, then I do not know how a dirty dirty hair, and black ink. She said: "It seems like the hair fade."
She had a nagging old friend, now is not between the. She said: "Life is too short, time, and such fees are always such people together is a pity - but, with her, and people feel that life is too long."
At first I did as she said: the reason because of boredom, as if time passes excruciatingly slow. She later found another meaning: a person old, can become so Longzhong confused, looked at that way, could not help feeling that life is too long. Su Qing, and she read about my record, (all the books and magazines, should I escorted her to see. She came to claim that "can not look." My novel, because the relatives were, she does not get faithfully Pianpian a look, although it is quite happy too. She absolutely refused to see the original, will also be clear about.) on the career women, she also has many ideas. She felt that working women generally regarded as a special type of separation, does not have to. Occupational success, it all depends on a person's human attitudes, and family life is no different. Ordinary career woman, is not that the nature of expertise, but in life nothing more in the Scriptorium. At home with their abilities, as Wang Xifeng, from a certain manager is a great talent. She may write a book about the future office of the secret of a woman, for instance, the beginning of what should be in "a punch", for their own how to "Yineyangshan" ... ... But then she added: "Do not urge me to write a I do not do literary. In the room specifically to deal with official telegram, to develop a telegram style, it will only province of the word, so do not pick up on royalties to forget! "
One night, very cold. Hastily drilled to go to bed, she said: "such as sleep, go." Written down can be a poem: "Neverwinter Nights, such as sleep, go."
Her hair, then I do not know how a dirty dirty hair, and black ink. She said: "It seems like the hair fade."
She had a nagging old friend, now is not between the. She said: "Life is too short, time, and such fees are always such people together is a pity - but, with her, and people feel that life is too long."
At first I did as she said: the reason because of boredom, as if time passes excruciatingly slow. She later found another meaning: a person old, can become so Longzhong confused, looked at that way, could not help feeling that life is too long. Su Qing, and she read about my record, (all the books and magazines, should I escorted her to see. She came to claim that "can not look." My novel, because the relatives were, she does not get faithfully Pianpian a look, although it is quite happy too. She absolutely refused to see the original, will also be clear about.) on the career women, she also has many ideas. She felt that working women generally regarded as a special type of separation, does not have to. Occupational success, it all depends on a person's human attitudes, and family life is no different. Ordinary career woman, is not that the nature of expertise, but in life nothing more in the Scriptorium. At home with their abilities, as Wang Xifeng, from a certain manager is a great talent. She may write a book about the future office of the secret of a woman, for instance, the beginning of what should be in "a punch", for their own how to "Yineyangshan" ... ... But then she added: "Do not urge me to write a I do not do literary. In the room specifically to deal with official telegram, to develop a telegram style, it will only province of the word, so do not pick up on royalties to forget! "
Apartment Life Jiqu（六）
Apartment is the most reasonable place to the escape the world. Tired of the city's heart and mind are often the quiet village of peace, care deeply looking forward to one day grow old and turn to the life, bee-keeping vegetables, enjoy the points Qing Fu, knowing in the country will have to buy meat caused a lot of catty gossip, but In the apartment you're standing on top of the window is not Fangshi change clothes!
However, annual, daily life, the secret somehow released it. Summer every house door wide open, moving air in a wicker chair sitting. Side of the people on the phone, on the side of a family of Puou ironing clothes, put one side of the dialogue into German on the phone said that listening to his little master. Downstairs, where there is a loud Russians to teach Japanese. The female wife and the second floor has a mortal hatred of Beethoven, a hammer hit eighteen, teeth gave him a morning; a bicycle leaning against the piano. Does not know which simmered beef in the soup, which have a bubble coke Sansen.
Human nature is meddlesome. Why do we not each other's private life to secretly look at it, since there is not much to see who was watching the loss of people apparently have a moment's pleasure? Everything involves giving and receiving pleasure, and to care about the not worthwhile. Contest to? - Is suffering a long, life is short.
Roof garden where the children often skating, interest is high, from morning to night AIDS goo goo over our heads back and file past Zi file, like porcelain friction, like a man asleep in there teeth, hear us capsules teeth in dental renli sour pomegranate as young child, a tick tick will fall. Momentum and impetus for a foreign gentleman next door, upstairs to intervene. His wife reminded him: "They do not understand your words, go is to go white." Boxing him pull up sleeves captive sleeve and said: "Do not worry, I will make them know it!" Every few minutes he died down Taran down. Children above the age of not smaller, and are women, and is beautiful.
About civic virtue, we are not necessarily stronger than people. Dust on the balcony swept us straight up to the balcony downstairs. "Ah, people railing on Hanging out the carpet it - strange feel apologetic, and so they sweep the carpet and then collected into the strike!" Kind of an idea, give birth to a brilliant circle of light on top. This is our moral values do not quite complete.
However, annual, daily life, the secret somehow released it. Summer every house door wide open, moving air in a wicker chair sitting. Side of the people on the phone, on the side of a family of Puou ironing clothes, put one side of the dialogue into German on the phone said that listening to his little master. Downstairs, where there is a loud Russians to teach Japanese. The female wife and the second floor has a mortal hatred of Beethoven, a hammer hit eighteen, teeth gave him a morning; a bicycle leaning against the piano. Does not know which simmered beef in the soup, which have a bubble coke Sansen.
Human nature is meddlesome. Why do we not each other's private life to secretly look at it, since there is not much to see who was watching the loss of people apparently have a moment's pleasure? Everything involves giving and receiving pleasure, and to care about the not worthwhile. Contest to? - Is suffering a long, life is short.
Roof garden where the children often skating, interest is high, from morning to night AIDS goo goo over our heads back and file past Zi file, like porcelain friction, like a man asleep in there teeth, hear us capsules teeth in dental renli sour pomegranate as young child, a tick tick will fall. Momentum and impetus for a foreign gentleman next door, upstairs to intervene. His wife reminded him: "They do not understand your words, go is to go white." Boxing him pull up sleeves captive sleeve and said: "Do not worry, I will make them know it!" Every few minutes he died down Taran down. Children above the age of not smaller, and are women, and is beautiful.
About civic virtue, we are not necessarily stronger than people. Dust on the balcony swept us straight up to the balcony downstairs. "Ah, people railing on Hanging out the carpet it - strange feel apologetic, and so they sweep the carpet and then collected into the strike!" Kind of an idea, give birth to a brilliant circle of light on top. This is our moral values do not quite complete.
Apartment Life Jiqu（五）
Perhaps only a woman can fully understand the special advantages of apartment life: servant problem is not so serious. Of living so high, even if people could afford, but also were prepared for the end in disappointment. In the apartment "to live at home" is a relatively simple matter. Find a cleaning company to clean about every two weeks, it need not and do odd jobs for the. No servants, but also a fast life. Put aside all the principles of equality do not speak, eat, have a nice food if the people that watched helplessly at the side, waiting for you to add rice, although not people not eat, somewhat annoying. A lot of chores around the pleasure of their own properties. Do not see the garden in the eggplant to the food market to go up too - so complex, oily purple; fresh green peas, cooked pepper Yan, golden gluten, like the sun in the bubble. Washed spinach, and pour in the pan, often with twelve baskets of broken leaves the end of the stick in contempt, but also shake do not shake off; facing the light, fresh and green woven bamboo branches and leaves in the breeze with the Square Lattice , reminiscent of hyacinth bean flowers on the fence. In fact, why should they "think" it? The beauty of bamboo basket itself is not enough? This is not my allegiance to the State Socialist Party, to induce women to go back to the kitchen. Do not advise it stop, if advised, the same was born, to persuade men to the kitchen. Of course, the home owner from time to time with the cook and the kitchen, the cook is going to be the strongest offensive. Where we have lack of progress carefully, not too did not know the level of facial features.
Sometimes, the grievances felt no servants. M tank a pest, so mixed with some pepper in Miri - not like that said Michong irritating odor, wash rice before the come pick out the pepper. I was worried the Rouchong only Feibai head as pepper, discovered this error, can not help but cried out, leaving the rice cooker would go. Met a snake in Hong Kong, but also nothing more than this. I saw the snake to its upper half, it stands a drilled hole, about two feet to long, I hold a stack of books rushed down the hill. And it is called face to face. It looked at me in silence, I stare at it, looked a long while, had just wow yeah yeah called out, turning it to run. Bring insects and the like, flies almost disappeared on the sixth floor, there are two little mosquitoes. If they are imaginative, then flew to the window looked down and saw the strike would faint? Unfortunately, they are generally indifferent as the British and self-sufficiency - the British living in the forests of Africa, also put on a tuxedo for dinner as usual.
Sometimes, the grievances felt no servants. M tank a pest, so mixed with some pepper in Miri - not like that said Michong irritating odor, wash rice before the come pick out the pepper. I was worried the Rouchong only Feibai head as pepper, discovered this error, can not help but cried out, leaving the rice cooker would go. Met a snake in Hong Kong, but also nothing more than this. I saw the snake to its upper half, it stands a drilled hole, about two feet to long, I hold a stack of books rushed down the hill. And it is called face to face. It looked at me in silence, I stare at it, looked a long while, had just wow yeah yeah called out, turning it to run. Bring insects and the like, flies almost disappeared on the sixth floor, there are two little mosquitoes. If they are imaginative, then flew to the window looked down and saw the strike would faint? Unfortunately, they are generally indifferent as the British and self-sufficiency - the British living in the forests of Africa, also put on a tuxedo for dinner as usual.
Apartment Life Jiqu（四）
Asked him to buy a bean paste, gave him an old milk bottle. Bought two weeks after another, he was a brief report: "The bottle no." Is smashed or stolen, it is not known. And then some interval, he took a small bottle of milk curd One pulp, we asked: "Huh? Bottle, there has been?" He replied: "With." The new bottle is compensation to We do still lend to us, is unknown. This type of move is quite the socialist point of the wind.
Our News every morning he would routinely go over it and had just sent us. He read more for the tabloids more carefully, it was not until eleven o'clock before the second round by us. English, Japanese, German, Russian, reported that he was not looking, so curled up early in the morning paper will be inserted in the door knob where people bend.
No one stole the newspaper, but was pry plate on the bell went. Porter of the patrol down there are two, although not twins, as were erected inside the lapel of wood residue residue of Huang Lian, shorts and stockings exposed wood between the yellow knee slag slag; at work, generally is the cross in a wicker chair on the bed, blocking the mailbox. Every time you look at the mailbox gotta graciously leans in front of his cheek, as if to ask: "Wine thorns strike any better?"
Our News every morning he would routinely go over it and had just sent us. He read more for the tabloids more carefully, it was not until eleven o'clock before the second round by us. English, Japanese, German, Russian, reported that he was not looking, so curled up early in the morning paper will be inserted in the door knob where people bend.
No one stole the newspaper, but was pry plate on the bell went. Porter of the patrol down there are two, although not twins, as were erected inside the lapel of wood residue residue of Huang Lian, shorts and stockings exposed wood between the yellow knee slag slag; at work, generally is the cross in a wicker chair on the bed, blocking the mailbox. Every time you look at the mailbox gotta graciously leans in front of his cheek, as if to ask: "Wine thorns strike any better?"
Apartment Life Jiqu（三）
Hawkers are selling here is not eating much color and elegant sentences. We have never been let down a basket to buy something. (Think of "Nong Ben fool" in the Gulan Jun. Her stockings knot the rope, tied the boxes, hanging under the window to buy noodles. Socks if you do not break, nor is it tights! Saving materials in the present, which is to people getting scared of luxury.) maybe we should try hanging baskets to the next. Anyway, I heard the door came stinky tofu dry, then grabbed a bowl, mounted the pedal running down the six stairs to the track, a street in the far dry tofu petition to the whereabouts of the burden, to buy after , then take the elevator up, seem a bit ridiculous.
Our elevator is a personal matter, the notice of management, there is conservation, for every one of the apartment he is living a clear account. He did not favor his son to do tram conductor - that career is not very fine too. Then a hot day, people will be left to press the bell so loud, he would have the shirt with a vest on your iron levels chiffon slip Xiaogua, side willing to appear. He refused to open the elevator for guests slovenly. He thought too much gas may gentrification, however, whether he is a thinking person. But he left himself little room to step into the elevator cabin - I am afraid that this life is not to run the two cottages had. Lift up, the word pattern of copper outside the fence, a heavy moving down the dark, dark brown, dark reddish brown, black, dark ... ... set off by the turn of the dark, you see the driver's gray head.
When he was all right after burning a small courtyard to eat pancakes cooking stove. He taught us how to cook red rice: boil, and put out the fire, stop for ten minutes and cook, and loose, and thoroughly, without bone collapse bad skin, no chewiness.
Our elevator is a personal matter, the notice of management, there is conservation, for every one of the apartment he is living a clear account. He did not favor his son to do tram conductor - that career is not very fine too. Then a hot day, people will be left to press the bell so loud, he would have the shirt with a vest on your iron levels chiffon slip Xiaogua, side willing to appear. He refused to open the elevator for guests slovenly. He thought too much gas may gentrification, however, whether he is a thinking person. But he left himself little room to step into the elevator cabin - I am afraid that this life is not to run the two cottages had. Lift up, the word pattern of copper outside the fence, a heavy moving down the dark, dark brown, dark reddish brown, black, dark ... ... set off by the turn of the dark, you see the driver's gray head.
When he was all right after burning a small courtyard to eat pancakes cooking stove. He taught us how to cook red rice: boil, and put out the fire, stop for ten minutes and cook, and loose, and thoroughly, without bone collapse bad skin, no chewiness.
Apartment Life Jiqu（二）
Without the wind blowing towards us, then rain on the high-rise'd lovely. One day, under a rain of dusk, he went out, forgot to close the windows, a back door, a room of the wind the rain taste, glance outward, Xiaoxiao is the blue night, the distant lights flicker a little light, most people not light the lamp.
Often feel unsolvable, streets with the noise, hear exceptionally well on the sixth floor, as if under the ears, as the higher age of a person, getting far away from childhood, memories of hours of trivial but gradually warm clear up.
I like to listen to City sound. More poetic than my pillow to listen to people in the pines, listen to the tsunami, I just have to hear the sound sleep sensation tram. In Hong Kong the mountains, and only in winter, the north wind blowing through the night evergreen, there is little tram charm. Long live in the downtown where people have to be out of town after about only know what he can not do. The city of ideas, background striped cloth curtains, light IOUs Chi is a tram line - parallel, uniform, and the sound of the river, turning to go into the subconscious.
Tram depot near our apartment neighbors, but I never did figure out what time is the trams to go home. "Train Home" as if this sentence is not very good - there is no generally accepted Soul Train for the mechanical, and "home" word emotional filled with numerous links. But you have not seen a special case of tram stop into the factory? A convergence of a, like a row of the team's children, noisy, shouting, happy playing the dumb bell voice: "Franklin, Crichton, Crichton, Crichton!" Into another with a little noise from the weary born tame, is the fast kids go to bed, waiting for his mother to scrub them. The lamp of the car was sharp. Designed to do work conductor of the vendors are lengthened sound business selling bread. Sometimes, the whole tram into the plant, the single remaining one, mysteriously, like being abandoned like, stop in the street. Look down from above and saw the moon in the middle of the night it candidly reveal a white belly.
Often feel unsolvable, streets with the noise, hear exceptionally well on the sixth floor, as if under the ears, as the higher age of a person, getting far away from childhood, memories of hours of trivial but gradually warm clear up.
I like to listen to City sound. More poetic than my pillow to listen to people in the pines, listen to the tsunami, I just have to hear the sound sleep sensation tram. In Hong Kong the mountains, and only in winter, the north wind blowing through the night evergreen, there is little tram charm. Long live in the downtown where people have to be out of town after about only know what he can not do. The city of ideas, background striped cloth curtains, light IOUs Chi is a tram line - parallel, uniform, and the sound of the river, turning to go into the subconscious.
Tram depot near our apartment neighbors, but I never did figure out what time is the trams to go home. "Train Home" as if this sentence is not very good - there is no generally accepted Soul Train for the mechanical, and "home" word emotional filled with numerous links. But you have not seen a special case of tram stop into the factory? A convergence of a, like a row of the team's children, noisy, shouting, happy playing the dumb bell voice: "Franklin, Crichton, Crichton, Crichton!" Into another with a little noise from the weary born tame, is the fast kids go to bed, waiting for his mother to scrub them. The lamp of the car was sharp. Designed to do work conductor of the vendors are lengthened sound business selling bread. Sometimes, the whole tram into the plant, the single remaining one, mysteriously, like being abandoned like, stop in the street. Look down from above and saw the moon in the middle of the night it candidly reveal a white belly.
Apartment Life Jiqu（一）
Read "I want to go back wind, but also fear Qionglouyuyu, standing above the crowd," the two words, the residents of the upper apartment is mostly dread. The higher the cold room. Since the expensive coal, the hot water back into pure decoration Ting. The United States constitute a pattern bathroom, hot water tap on the H word is indispensable part of the natural; actually, if you put cold water and hot water tap to open the wrong, and immediately there's an empty and desolate sad voice thundered from heaven issued to, that particular apartment complex, especially suspicious of the hot water pipe system, where temper. Even if you do not, that Raytheon is also ready to be manifestation. For no reason, only to hear the malicious "Om ... ..." Then, after a long while lengthening the "roar roar" or two, like a plane circling at the top for a while, threw two bombs. Hong Kong during the war threatened the courage of my fine, first time back to Shanghai, often whom wits. If it had serious work, difficult to be shipped to the six upstairs water is grunt or two, have also forgiven. Now, but thunder, rain, rare drop two drops of yellow rust ... ... but also said pulp incredibly anger unemployed people has always been busy.
The rainy season, because the pressure is too high the house, foundation accommodate a fall in front of the deepest water. The streets are completely dry. We have to spend money on hiring a rickshaw through the moat that the white, when it rained too much, the room will be busy and floods. We took turns rescue, old towels, sacks, Rudan blocked slit windows, obstacles Shiru, and twisted dry, put the sewage off in the basin, the basin where the water poured in the toilet. Busy for two days and nights, palm rubbed off a layer of skin, foot of the wall, or Wang the water, paste the wall paper was stained with flowers spotted signs of water marks and mold children.
The rainy season, because the pressure is too high the house, foundation accommodate a fall in front of the deepest water. The streets are completely dry. We have to spend money on hiring a rickshaw through the moat that the white, when it rained too much, the room will be busy and floods. We took turns rescue, old towels, sacks, Rudan blocked slit windows, obstacles Shiru, and twisted dry, put the sewage off in the basin, the basin where the water poured in the toilet. Busy for two days and nights, palm rubbed off a layer of skin, foot of the wall, or Wang the water, paste the wall paper was stained with flowers spotted signs of water marks and mold children.
2010年12月20日星期一
The strange woman bookstore（三）
She was gone.
I think she might go to another shelf to read, busy scanning the book around, but found no trace of her. She has indeed left the bookstore, went to the city I do not know the other corner. I turn back to find her read that book, the book is "the apex of the cards you open". I opened the book and gave it two pages, the content should be a description of emotional and commercial urban warfare and the like. Then I began to wonder why she would be interested in this novel it? She is very young, only twenty years old, the way may be just graduated from university into the community, so the city of the bizarre things that happened curious, But everything is just speculation.
From beginning to end, I have not talked to her sentence. Do not know her name, do not know where she came from, where to go, which live in the city areas. Think is wonderful, the world is so big, at some point, a strange woman coming from an unknown place, and you meet, smile at you, and then went to another unknown place, as if the air Piaofei Xianchen wind with the occasional hit, and then spread out, never goodbye.
Many people only see the side of life, a very normal thing, but occasionally feel very sad.
I think she might go to another shelf to read, busy scanning the book around, but found no trace of her. She has indeed left the bookstore, went to the city I do not know the other corner. I turn back to find her read that book, the book is "the apex of the cards you open". I opened the book and gave it two pages, the content should be a description of emotional and commercial urban warfare and the like. Then I began to wonder why she would be interested in this novel it? She is very young, only twenty years old, the way may be just graduated from university into the community, so the city of the bizarre things that happened curious, But everything is just speculation.
From beginning to end, I have not talked to her sentence. Do not know her name, do not know where she came from, where to go, which live in the city areas. Think is wonderful, the world is so big, at some point, a strange woman coming from an unknown place, and you meet, smile at you, and then went to another unknown place, as if the air Piaofei Xianchen wind with the occasional hit, and then spread out, never goodbye.
Many people only see the side of life, a very normal thing, but occasionally feel very sad.
The strange woman bookstore（二）
As I observed her, she seemed aware of what, looked up and looked at me. I am a bit embarrassed and immediately attention back on the shelf. Then she stood up, walked up to me not far away, and I standing side by side, continue reading. I thought to myself I discovered she was not looking at her, so it pretends to stand next to me, looking at me? Probably thought I was a pervert or something. I am a bit uneasy, and then be embarrassed to turn your back to see her. Stood for a while, that is always in front of a bookshelf is not quite natural, they pretend they rolled to another shelf, but never away from her more than three meters away, have aimed at the opportunity to occasionally look at her eyes with peripheral vision .
At this time her cell phone rang, and it should come to a text message. She put down your books, pick up the phone to start walking back, so she implicitly to the shelves behind, I can not see her. I thought she was back after this reading will continue to squat there, but after a while, when I pretended Duodao inadvertently when the back shelves, where they found empty.
At this time her cell phone rang, and it should come to a text message. She put down your books, pick up the phone to start walking back, so she implicitly to the shelves behind, I can not see her. I thought she was back after this reading will continue to squat there, but after a while, when I pretended Duodao inadvertently when the back shelves, where they found empty.
The strange woman bookstore（一）
Two days ago, that is, at noon on Tuesday, November 9, Shanxi Road metro station in Shanghai, a minor celebrity in the monsoon Book Garden, I met a beautiful woman.
I was standing next to look for foreign fiction shelves Hesse's "glass ball game" that had previously been seen in this book, but that day is gone. So I stared at the shelves one by one to find, and thus unwittingly moved to her side.
She was squatted in the hallway between the shelves to read. But I did not notice her, turned and left when I'm ready when almost hit her. She responds very quickly, did not get up, move two steps back. I smiled and raised his head-the same time, is a very pretty face. I and she, as a fraction of a second, then to avert his gaze, not far from another shelf to read books before, but could not help secretly looked at her. I am certainly not in the Jia Yucun Lou, that the beauty of their smile is preferred to have been about to start mind waves. Her smile is only sorry that means: "I'm sorry, blocking your way out." I have some how to find that they so slow, no time has she smiled: "Never mind, I get by." Clear enough gentleman.
She read very carefully to see, and did not notice I was looking at her. Her long hair, slim build, wearing a white coat, the following is blue slacks article. I think a closer look at her face, but can only see her side. Her face is a little thin, very white skin, coupled with her focus on reading, the way people feel very pure tranquility amongst. I was curious to see what her book, but not squatted carefully observed the cover, so I found on the shelves and cover the same book in her hand, but unfortunately not found.
I was standing next to look for foreign fiction shelves Hesse's "glass ball game" that had previously been seen in this book, but that day is gone. So I stared at the shelves one by one to find, and thus unwittingly moved to her side.
She was squatted in the hallway between the shelves to read. But I did not notice her, turned and left when I'm ready when almost hit her. She responds very quickly, did not get up, move two steps back. I smiled and raised his head-the same time, is a very pretty face. I and she, as a fraction of a second, then to avert his gaze, not far from another shelf to read books before, but could not help secretly looked at her. I am certainly not in the Jia Yucun Lou, that the beauty of their smile is preferred to have been about to start mind waves. Her smile is only sorry that means: "I'm sorry, blocking your way out." I have some how to find that they so slow, no time has she smiled: "Never mind, I get by." Clear enough gentleman.
She read very carefully to see, and did not notice I was looking at her. Her long hair, slim build, wearing a white coat, the following is blue slacks article. I think a closer look at her face, but can only see her side. Her face is a little thin, very white skin, coupled with her focus on reading, the way people feel very pure tranquility amongst. I was curious to see what her book, but not squatted carefully observed the cover, so I found on the shelves and cover the same book in her hand, but unfortunately not found.
Xiling Snow（三）
Turn back, I still took the lead, concentrate on picking up trash, pick up a dozen bags, I thought anyway, do not go skiing, some time, I did not realize the wilderness waste too much hand-pick the stick aside, the red is gone, wow, from the start only half hours, the cable car, the snow is more than an hour on the bus, turns aside his wife of three PHS handsets, information Zhise, not on running a half years back, they feel like a fork in the road, it is better to contact the cable car again. Guide with dozens of phone call, his wife is also allocated to, down the tide of people, a small cable car, evacuation slow, saw someone jump the queue caused by abuse of the assault, until the snow plum flower yelled, splashing tears frosting straight play, security and visitors Quan Jia unison, my heart fly down the mountain, regardless of the Ben, strip in the hold, whooped offend, sweat.
Down two hours late, left early cars. Wife, sister in Redstone tip off together, recognizing that their tour group guides, please join ALICE lost left behind, a car in northern and southern people, very warm, beckoning to eat dinner, enjoyable, distribute some tourists stay Huashuiwan Kimcheon hotel, just my guide Out in Compliment team.
Hot spring to midnight, to move house. Huashuiwan night, Shen You clean, woke up at sun, day and night do not hear the sound of firecrackers. City home three decades, this is the most quiet of a most civilized Spring Festival, the Hong residual Xiling Snow, Earned Huashuiwan.
Down two hours late, left early cars. Wife, sister in Redstone tip off together, recognizing that their tour group guides, please join ALICE lost left behind, a car in northern and southern people, very warm, beckoning to eat dinner, enjoyable, distribute some tourists stay Huashuiwan Kimcheon hotel, just my guide Out in Compliment team.
Hot spring to midnight, to move house. Huashuiwan night, Shen You clean, woke up at sun, day and night do not hear the sound of firecrackers. City home three decades, this is the most quiet of a most civilized Spring Festival, the Hong residual Xiling Snow, Earned Huashuiwan.
Xiling Snow（二）
Jiling, the door suddenly opened, Oh, into the station Wen Qiong Wen River mouth to the highway, to accept some beautiful girl to join the team, a car people feel excited to advance Xiling Snow Mountain, the tour guide intoned "window containing Xiling Snow Chiaki "Du, report to you some of the known information and the piece is unknown, the whole was a god or two fly out the window, snowy heartbeat. Set off the entire team, drill maze The pig cage cage, due to avoid the peak flow, not turn faint, have even take two cable cars, leap three thousand two hundred fifty meters above sea level world of yin and yang. Enhance the delivery of a delivery, snow fir, cedar cliffs and straight, swept mountain cable car Ling trees and a mountain breeze blowing, tingling feet, Wang Gu frosted on both sides of paper. A slope slope looked shadowless grass, trees, sparse, Qianshanwanhe black and white, black, light rock, tree or cluster of non-white, noble as a tree, low-Hao is grass. Unyielding stones, facing the heavens from a black face, long live the Juanai is to strive for generations to come, once the dust has accumulated a half-up in both hands, it shoots Zhuo anger, provoke grass tree to thank the virtue of the sky. Large team of people lean on a railing interest tours Bookbag view, discourage the. Continue to climb a mountain in no stone steps, and no Mulan, soft snow, thin, and I slip shoes, never risk the limbs at the landing, dragging his feet forward, my wife came from mountain girl, sports shoes and useful, though not cured because of lung disease, a walk stop stop, in the end vigorous gliding, hand held cameras, photo to stay wild, white, red Wai, the effect is excellent. Road Pavilion recover from waiting for her, shoving the visitors throw garbage into the trash together. I touched the tip roar Redstone Hill, laid-off workers in Chongqing Ya sister business, but to the trailing, along Redstone sharp exhalation, the final five brave another photo, the shining moment of throwing 3,310 m, this is my The highest elevation of the board. Along the way, the golden sun and old and we hide and seek, not the small rather abruptly dived out of his face, amused by my childhood song: "Golden Hill of Beijing light according to the Quartet, Chairman Mao is the golden sun."
Xiling Snow（一）
New Year's Eve Guandeng Temple, the southern suburbs Park, Jinli street, through the City of Hibiscus loud high-decibel high doses for a long time atavistic savage was forbidden and the resurgence of rampant sound of firecrackers. His wife had tired of the Spring Festival, Tai started this early in the morning, rain at night just to live to escape gun array, the outer suburbs with the group wins travel in search of lost years in the wilderness of taste, will occur to the Health and coerced me to go to.
In fact, fireworks, Lao She abandoned my child objects. The Cultural Revolution broke out, and I bare open crotch pants to shuttle between the cemetery and the supply and marketing cooperatives, scavengers sell, sub-penny pinching angle cents, in exchange for fragmented nature of music to make Britain one day to woo black noise and cry, triumph, Toru children singing nursery rhymes on a round, welcoming small year away Danian, Lantern light dragon lion dance, fireworks, gun dog pull even. New Year production team we play during the day, put the fire here, where the smoke get shares, and burning Yeshi and eat, and want to intersection covered with cow dung heap by a firecracker, crackling sound, well-behaved sister mutant flower girl, new clothes Zhawen fresh cow dung , led to timid sister hush cry, the heart will be scolded wild girl mouth, and great sister in law, raising his hand open play, a few foot ramp Cheng Tien, expel curved ridge more than soil, Oh, fat sister is out of reach, but to one side panting, while that of hand-dug feet and swear: "You dog days of short-lived monkeys, you and I write down, some day I will meet you to put that kill wild son of a bitch!" So name calling, Ruji ancestors eighth generation, Kuer to be jumping, throat nearly earned break. At night, the hills leisurely, bamboo harmony, about a dozen sub-quarter complete Bay Tajiri love merry men and women to the broad field of Cheng, to see my fireworks, three-ring rocket a shot, the sky so dark, and ripped through the joy, shiny red Yan Xishan Mark: "Long live Chairman Mao!" There is no name like all kinds of fireworks, sky, off Rabbit Peak, the poor peasant thousands of years of bad luck sent nine Xiaoyun, disturb fish allowed in Yantang ease gradually in the board, boom ah boom to ring.
In fact, fireworks, Lao She abandoned my child objects. The Cultural Revolution broke out, and I bare open crotch pants to shuttle between the cemetery and the supply and marketing cooperatives, scavengers sell, sub-penny pinching angle cents, in exchange for fragmented nature of music to make Britain one day to woo black noise and cry, triumph, Toru children singing nursery rhymes on a round, welcoming small year away Danian, Lantern light dragon lion dance, fireworks, gun dog pull even. New Year production team we play during the day, put the fire here, where the smoke get shares, and burning Yeshi and eat, and want to intersection covered with cow dung heap by a firecracker, crackling sound, well-behaved sister mutant flower girl, new clothes Zhawen fresh cow dung , led to timid sister hush cry, the heart will be scolded wild girl mouth, and great sister in law, raising his hand open play, a few foot ramp Cheng Tien, expel curved ridge more than soil, Oh, fat sister is out of reach, but to one side panting, while that of hand-dug feet and swear: "You dog days of short-lived monkeys, you and I write down, some day I will meet you to put that kill wild son of a bitch!" So name calling, Ruji ancestors eighth generation, Kuer to be jumping, throat nearly earned break. At night, the hills leisurely, bamboo harmony, about a dozen sub-quarter complete Bay Tajiri love merry men and women to the broad field of Cheng, to see my fireworks, three-ring rocket a shot, the sky so dark, and ripped through the joy, shiny red Yan Xishan Mark: "Long live Chairman Mao!" There is no name like all kinds of fireworks, sky, off Rabbit Peak, the poor peasant thousands of years of bad luck sent nine Xiaoyun, disturb fish allowed in Yantang ease gradually in the board, boom ah boom to ring.
Childhood streams（二）
This is what I have hometown, my childhood was started from here.
Childhood memories of this should be good. However, the years from my childhood is full of fishing out of bitterness. Give me the greatest pain is often enough to eat, as can be delicious as it is now like a child to eat snacks, that is fantasy. Until seventeen years old I only eat my life the first apple. Until the twenties, only to eat a watermelon. Therefore, I often like looking for a hungry wolf to eat the same things. Once, a big brother named Wang asked several of our little guy, and said: you do not eat the grasshopper? We are one voice said: Eat. Big brother wrote: So you will catch. So we quickly ran to catch the Loop, a small stream of the grasshopper up, we quickly caught a few back, big brother in his family cooked us a Zaotang. When we finished, asked: also eat it? We say: eat. So we catch. Less than hundred meters away from the village stream. We kept the creek and ran back and forth between the village, until far enough to eat. Of course, the best time to eat fried grasshoppers father did. He asked us to catch a grasshopper small stream, of course we caught a lot, came back, he was to make a simple treatment, and then a deep-fried oil, and taste can be really sweet.
Perennial flowing stream, and carries a lot of fish shrimp, that is we want to taste. To the stream to catch fish has become the happiest moment of our children. A group of large and small children shouting in the stream to catch fish, some children still catch a small frog. Sometimes, as a fish fight, and sometimes work together. I think that was the most wonderful scene under blue sky.
Small stream flood green, green grass is our best place to play, in the above somersaults, wrestling, not only will not hurt, but also do not get dirty clothes. It was a great to protect our natural straw, our children one to the above, it will feel excited.
For some time, we Chinese people have shouted 'to conquer nature'. I remember in junior high school textbooks on political 'productivity' of the concept is like this: the so-called productivity, is that people transform nature, the ability to conquer nature. I had learned in a physical book also said this: water is inexhaustible natural resources. As to conquer nature, that we naturally hoped that would not welcome. So light will be cutting trees, birds and animals rush to make. Poor stream, quickly exhausted its fountain of life, trickle disappeared, replaced from the ferocious flood. Farewell, my stream. Farewell, my little fish. Farewell, my little frog. Farewell, my big straw.
I have a soft spot for rainy days, because that makes my stream back to life. But new problems have emerged. I always feel that today the civilized world will only produce garbage. In the civilized world people live in civilization, only dumping. They are ruthless dirty garbage dump just some of life's stream.
I think my childhood was pure stream and I could really farewell, but it will always flow in my heart.
Childhood memories of this should be good. However, the years from my childhood is full of fishing out of bitterness. Give me the greatest pain is often enough to eat, as can be delicious as it is now like a child to eat snacks, that is fantasy. Until seventeen years old I only eat my life the first apple. Until the twenties, only to eat a watermelon. Therefore, I often like looking for a hungry wolf to eat the same things. Once, a big brother named Wang asked several of our little guy, and said: you do not eat the grasshopper? We are one voice said: Eat. Big brother wrote: So you will catch. So we quickly ran to catch the Loop, a small stream of the grasshopper up, we quickly caught a few back, big brother in his family cooked us a Zaotang. When we finished, asked: also eat it? We say: eat. So we catch. Less than hundred meters away from the village stream. We kept the creek and ran back and forth between the village, until far enough to eat. Of course, the best time to eat fried grasshoppers father did. He asked us to catch a grasshopper small stream, of course we caught a lot, came back, he was to make a simple treatment, and then a deep-fried oil, and taste can be really sweet.
Perennial flowing stream, and carries a lot of fish shrimp, that is we want to taste. To the stream to catch fish has become the happiest moment of our children. A group of large and small children shouting in the stream to catch fish, some children still catch a small frog. Sometimes, as a fish fight, and sometimes work together. I think that was the most wonderful scene under blue sky.
Small stream flood green, green grass is our best place to play, in the above somersaults, wrestling, not only will not hurt, but also do not get dirty clothes. It was a great to protect our natural straw, our children one to the above, it will feel excited.
For some time, we Chinese people have shouted 'to conquer nature'. I remember in junior high school textbooks on political 'productivity' of the concept is like this: the so-called productivity, is that people transform nature, the ability to conquer nature. I had learned in a physical book also said this: water is inexhaustible natural resources. As to conquer nature, that we naturally hoped that would not welcome. So light will be cutting trees, birds and animals rush to make. Poor stream, quickly exhausted its fountain of life, trickle disappeared, replaced from the ferocious flood. Farewell, my stream. Farewell, my little fish. Farewell, my little frog. Farewell, my big straw.
I have a soft spot for rainy days, because that makes my stream back to life. But new problems have emerged. I always feel that today the civilized world will only produce garbage. In the civilized world people live in civilization, only dumping. They are ruthless dirty garbage dump just some of life's stream.
I think my childhood was pure stream and I could really farewell, but it will always flow in my heart.
Childhood streams（一）
Childhood streams, often inadvertently quietly from my heart flow. Especially in those rainy days, too easy, there will be some sort of affair touched my memory of the organ, so the memory of the gate was opened. My childhood memory of the depths of the stream will be turning from flowing out. She filled with childish innocence, merrily through my heart, nourish my hungry heart.
However, I know, my stream has gone, just like those early days, which often caused waves in my heart the sorrow and grief, but also remind me of the infinite melancholy of the past.
That it is the story of a very distant, I have only ten months old at the time, our family was sent from the county, a small village called Big Ying Pun (a very long time, the locals call our decentralized households) . Is no longer such a common ordinary small village, but it has deep historical roots. It turned out that the emperors of the Qing Empire to the Mulan Hunting autumn, the often passed by, rolling over once Camp here, so this little village called Great Camp. East and west sides of the village, there are two spring Qinglie springs, is said to be crowned emperor of the East and West Gan Gan Well well, for the Eight Banners of the soldiers and horses to drink. Listening to old people say, long ago, the two springs all around and well plate repair the fence, of course, those things had already disappeared. Not only that, the Qing Dynasty emperors also built a palace nearby, called "Chi Jian Ling shrines Association Yoshiaki" Unfortunately, in the "Cultural Revolution" in the main hall of the palace and Cedian all been demolished, and is now Zhengyangmen only one still standing with bleak. God is also a love poem of Qianlong built a stone monument on the mountain, at the Magnolia for his poem engraved on the top few. Of course it did not escape the "Cultural Revolution" unharmed.
However, I know, my stream has gone, just like those early days, which often caused waves in my heart the sorrow and grief, but also remind me of the infinite melancholy of the past.
That it is the story of a very distant, I have only ten months old at the time, our family was sent from the county, a small village called Big Ying Pun (a very long time, the locals call our decentralized households) . Is no longer such a common ordinary small village, but it has deep historical roots. It turned out that the emperors of the Qing Empire to the Mulan Hunting autumn, the often passed by, rolling over once Camp here, so this little village called Great Camp. East and west sides of the village, there are two spring Qinglie springs, is said to be crowned emperor of the East and West Gan Gan Well well, for the Eight Banners of the soldiers and horses to drink. Listening to old people say, long ago, the two springs all around and well plate repair the fence, of course, those things had already disappeared. Not only that, the Qing Dynasty emperors also built a palace nearby, called "Chi Jian Ling shrines Association Yoshiaki" Unfortunately, in the "Cultural Revolution" in the main hall of the palace and Cedian all been demolished, and is now Zhengyangmen only one still standing with bleak. God is also a love poem of Qianlong built a stone monument on the mountain, at the Magnolia for his poem engraved on the top few. Of course it did not escape the "Cultural Revolution" unharmed.
Grandpa's Liquor（二）
Grandpa handless winecup is white, and very small, just a cup of wine also. Grandpa never can drink cup cup, every time he drank a small mouth, and then eat a little food, and drink a little. . . So every time my grandfather used to drink to be a very long time.
I was always climbing greedy at the table to eat beans, Grandpa will be drinking at the same time still have to "take care" of me. At this time, my grandmother would find some smaller pocket of potatoes or sweet potatoes, bury them in the brazier, I'll eat the beans, looking at the brazier in the aroma.
Brazier burning with potatoes and sweet potatoes are particularly fragrant, and the outside layer of black paste skin, cut open, the heat would have rushed out with the same flavor.
Grandpa always afraid I'm burning to the cooked potatoes on the first hand blowing, but that is really very hot, ah, my grandfather changed from the left to right, and then change to the left from the right hand, I watched a large laugh.
Finally able to eat, can not wait to swallow half, while the side of the choking incense. At this time, Grandpa would sneak the first dip with chopsticks point in my potato wine, and I eat hot and spicy, and then went to the outhouse, to scoop up a vat of cold water with ice chips to drink. .
Grandpa has been gone for several years, when he left, I'm not him.
Now, I often dream of my grandfather, dressed in white, sitting on the grass drinking.
There is no table, no beans, no brazier, not me. . . . . .
I was always climbing greedy at the table to eat beans, Grandpa will be drinking at the same time still have to "take care" of me. At this time, my grandmother would find some smaller pocket of potatoes or sweet potatoes, bury them in the brazier, I'll eat the beans, looking at the brazier in the aroma.
Brazier burning with potatoes and sweet potatoes are particularly fragrant, and the outside layer of black paste skin, cut open, the heat would have rushed out with the same flavor.
Grandpa always afraid I'm burning to the cooked potatoes on the first hand blowing, but that is really very hot, ah, my grandfather changed from the left to right, and then change to the left from the right hand, I watched a large laugh.
Finally able to eat, can not wait to swallow half, while the side of the choking incense. At this time, Grandpa would sneak the first dip with chopsticks point in my potato wine, and I eat hot and spicy, and then went to the outhouse, to scoop up a vat of cold water with ice chips to drink. .
Grandpa has been gone for several years, when he left, I'm not him.
Now, I often dream of my grandfather, dressed in white, sitting on the grass drinking.
There is no table, no beans, no brazier, not me. . . . . .
Grandpa's Liquor
Childhood, favorite grandfather drink.
Heated kang warm, put a thick red square table, the table is a plate of small green beans, or a plate of hot food bar.
Grandpa with the jug are made of aluminum, the outside has a very clear hand-made edge. Grandpa always one hand and a jug in one hand and the bottle Laolongkou, slowly wine into pot. That process seems to be a lot of fun, because every time when the grandfather is doing very seriously smiling.
Sometimes, when my grandfather would pour the bottle and slowly widened the distance between the pot. As the wine bottle from tilting out of the tall, thin stock into a small pot, given a good listen to the voice.
Grandpa is not hot water temperature of wine, he brazier. Charcoal Grilled red to the Wong Nai basin system, with the fire board to pat the surface, although do not see the fire, but their hands are reaching in the past, but they can feel deep warm. At that time, I was often the edge of the brazier, hands warm, and sometimes even mischievous and prized above ash, which is also secretly naughty look at coals.
As long as his grandfather on the brazier on the aluminum jug, gently force, pot to sit firmly on the pots.
At that time, naturally do not know how to "green ants new grains wine, red mud small fire in the" realm, but the smell kept trained on the more concentrated the wine aroma, I seem to like drinking the same.
Heated kang warm, put a thick red square table, the table is a plate of small green beans, or a plate of hot food bar.
Grandpa with the jug are made of aluminum, the outside has a very clear hand-made edge. Grandpa always one hand and a jug in one hand and the bottle Laolongkou, slowly wine into pot. That process seems to be a lot of fun, because every time when the grandfather is doing very seriously smiling.
Sometimes, when my grandfather would pour the bottle and slowly widened the distance between the pot. As the wine bottle from tilting out of the tall, thin stock into a small pot, given a good listen to the voice.
Grandpa is not hot water temperature of wine, he brazier. Charcoal Grilled red to the Wong Nai basin system, with the fire board to pat the surface, although do not see the fire, but their hands are reaching in the past, but they can feel deep warm. At that time, I was often the edge of the brazier, hands warm, and sometimes even mischievous and prized above ash, which is also secretly naughty look at coals.
As long as his grandfather on the brazier on the aluminum jug, gently force, pot to sit firmly on the pots.
At that time, naturally do not know how to "green ants new grains wine, red mud small fire in the" realm, but the smell kept trained on the more concentrated the wine aroma, I seem to like drinking the same.
miss the past（四）
I cried Xilihuala time, and that is so big, so no one has ever cared about me, and my heart with the cry of grievances is also gradually dispersed. Fragile heart Dong teacher if I do not have time to care, I really do not know what will become.
Since then, I will not stand the cold, and not that she's old clothes, but I learned to wash with cold water to clean themselves, even hand out of the bloodstain. Although other subjects I can not be called good, but the math always comes first, not for anything else to like her, such as maternal care, to her expectations. And years later I was admitted to the school results of the first city one of the best high school (the school, it was only me), then, most people just want to tell the director of teacher you.
So many people in the world, and you get to know it was only a few, past life five years of practice may only pass in exchange for a life. Do not abandon your love and the Virgin-like warmth to melt my heart was young, in most in need of nourishment when it is time devoted love of the nutrient solution, is not that memorable it? Unfortunately, nine out of ten unhappy life, and now I still did not reach the other side of my ideal, but I always will try before the trip!
Since then, I will not stand the cold, and not that she's old clothes, but I learned to wash with cold water to clean themselves, even hand out of the bloodstain. Although other subjects I can not be called good, but the math always comes first, not for anything else to like her, such as maternal care, to her expectations. And years later I was admitted to the school results of the first city one of the best high school (the school, it was only me), then, most people just want to tell the director of teacher you.
So many people in the world, and you get to know it was only a few, past life five years of practice may only pass in exchange for a life. Do not abandon your love and the Virgin-like warmth to melt my heart was young, in most in need of nourishment when it is time devoted love of the nutrient solution, is not that memorable it? Unfortunately, nine out of ten unhappy life, and now I still did not reach the other side of my ideal, but I always will try before the trip!
miss the past（三）
Until a mid-term exam, a big tall female math teacher called me into his office trip, never been to timid to follow the teacher to the office, and do not know is an evil that Kyrgyzstan and nervous. Obediently standing desk teacher, impressed me most was used for heating the oven next to the chimney at right angles to the Po out of the window. "You do not seem to seriously study recently, can you tell me why?" Dong teacher kind of sound,
"------" My head down without a word.
From the corner of my eye I saw the teacher looked up and down, and then quietly left the desk. Come a few minutes, heard the Xilihuala sound of water, "Come, ah, Xiao-Ming, I wash wash." Dong teacher holding me, with that smooth, white hands twisted towel.
"Our home is not it cold, some hot water washed clean, remember to use hot water after ah." Teacher his mouth will laugh, "you wash clean, or do a very nice man." I do not see the teachers speak they tease me. Soon, my face and white hands, the basin's water is black.
Dong teachers deal after he pulled me to stand on her desk, her plump face and has been at me, kind of looked at me, see I still Qieqie will speak: "Xiao-Ming, I know your family was poor, but more so the more you have to Zhengkou Qi, ah, someday in the future, the ability to help you with your own parents is not it? "Dong teachers see my eyes shining with tears, she helped me with warm hands wipe the tears, "You are a child of promise, cold day, only wearing a pair of pants is not easy. tomorrow I bring a few pieces of clothes so vast and powerful to you, you Always remember, regardless of whether others think highly of you, you have to make sense of your own. go home early homework now. "
"------" My head down without a word.
From the corner of my eye I saw the teacher looked up and down, and then quietly left the desk. Come a few minutes, heard the Xilihuala sound of water, "Come, ah, Xiao-Ming, I wash wash." Dong teacher holding me, with that smooth, white hands twisted towel.
"Our home is not it cold, some hot water washed clean, remember to use hot water after ah." Teacher his mouth will laugh, "you wash clean, or do a very nice man." I do not see the teachers speak they tease me. Soon, my face and white hands, the basin's water is black.
Dong teachers deal after he pulled me to stand on her desk, her plump face and has been at me, kind of looked at me, see I still Qieqie will speak: "Xiao-Ming, I know your family was poor, but more so the more you have to Zhengkou Qi, ah, someday in the future, the ability to help you with your own parents is not it? "Dong teachers see my eyes shining with tears, she helped me with warm hands wipe the tears, "You are a child of promise, cold day, only wearing a pair of pants is not easy. tomorrow I bring a few pieces of clothes so vast and powerful to you, you Always remember, regardless of whether others think highly of you, you have to make sense of your own. go home early homework now. "
miss the past（二）
Children from the countryside to the factories, mines and changes in the school than the comparison of clothing. In rural areas, when we are all broken pants tramp, wearing a large winter break my pants, others never have to wear the second. We are also very simplicity of each other, not to think about or look down on others. And to the children of the school, always feel a hundred pairs of eyes staring at you, then I remembered the image up to now: dirty and unkempt hair, chapped face was black and full of zest purple, the nose is not stop the flow mouth, covered in a single wash clean unlined pants, feet reluctant mother stay up all night working towards the cotton dress shoes (except that the upper and lower body is new, but not willing to wear, probably played the stigma and fear of people in rural areas make fun of it), and no hot water as cold hands, hands that are always dark. Accidentally always thought was a beggar begging accidentally went to school here. So my eyes went always surprised and happy jeers, low self-esteem, I just head down, peered askance them, watching their feet clean sports shoes, a slip of the foot of the wall around the trot walk. At that time, how lonely ah, what a jealous ah. Stand out is perhaps the seeds planted at that time (even though what is now the child is not a good tree to grow), so learning is always surprisingly good.
However, children who always look down on factories, mines and mine, but I dare not underestimate the results, so jealous of flower seeds germinate in their minds, they began to publicly attack me, chasing me, even in a large crowd under the humiliation I , said I was a beggar, no place to vent my anguish such blatant hatred, with their parents that they no avail, so afraid to learn out well, so as not to incur their resentment, and when I am lonely lonely have abandoned the soul.
However, children who always look down on factories, mines and mine, but I dare not underestimate the results, so jealous of flower seeds germinate in their minds, they began to publicly attack me, chasing me, even in a large crowd under the humiliation I , said I was a beggar, no place to vent my anguish such blatant hatred, with their parents that they no avail, so afraid to learn out well, so as not to incur their resentment, and when I am lonely lonely have abandoned the soul.
miss the past（一）
The elderly tend to miss the past, because of their youth no longer, young people remember the past, there may be some recalling the tragic things that touch the heart of its softest place, a dozen years ago, things have come to realize in my mind drift However, the like happened yesterday, everything is fresh in our memory, as people sigh with emotion. Hey, this bloody day, even what bring you into the thirties!
Yes, I hurried through these years, although many hardships in life even though not really a pen valuable asset, however, were grateful hearts have increased, more were missed, remembered those who helped during difficult times my people, remember those who have experienced things, taught me these people and things and acted the reason, know how to keep their ideals toward tough to move forward to fight poverty, unyielding in difficulties. Although I live thirties, still embarrassed, but I still have not given up the direction of the eyes of that nostalgia.
I inherited the genes of the father honestly difficult to maintain a family of five lives is always a lot of disappointments in life, especially about use of money, the really poor and noisy so-called bad trouble, the mother and father always noisy on one, and young but we do not know how to share the burden of living, and do not live up to expectations in the stomach is always Gululu cried, it seems kind of a sense of insult to injury. With age, we learned a firm at the same time, but also to understand the sense of inferiority.
Yes, I hurried through these years, although many hardships in life even though not really a pen valuable asset, however, were grateful hearts have increased, more were missed, remembered those who helped during difficult times my people, remember those who have experienced things, taught me these people and things and acted the reason, know how to keep their ideals toward tough to move forward to fight poverty, unyielding in difficulties. Although I live thirties, still embarrassed, but I still have not given up the direction of the eyes of that nostalgia.
I inherited the genes of the father honestly difficult to maintain a family of five lives is always a lot of disappointments in life, especially about use of money, the really poor and noisy so-called bad trouble, the mother and father always noisy on one, and young but we do not know how to share the burden of living, and do not live up to expectations in the stomach is always Gululu cried, it seems kind of a sense of insult to injury. With age, we learned a firm at the same time, but also to understand the sense of inferiority.
Father's white hair
I do not know when, my father has white hair frost. Years of his full head of black hair and faded glory, but he is still like a withered old yellow leaves hanging in the trees.
I tried to comfort his heart, knowing he was getting close to the end of life.
I was afraid, I'm afraid that day has arrived!
I tried to tell him something happy, hide some unpleasant things, fear of this piece of yellow leaves by the wind to go!
But one day, a greater blow to the face from. His most beloved car accident before his son was away!
This summer, I heard the bad news, rushing home, his father was the backbone of the street light pick me up. He did not cry, the other end as the sparse white hair lying in the weeds there, eyes stare at me. I was just taking his arm, crying, complaining why he ran out to meet me? He sighed and said nothing, but I know his heart is bleeding.
Returned to the house, my father told my little brother's body has not pulled back, he sat slumped at the table. I saw the side go Just like cotton plugs poor father in the chair, listening to everyone's crying, he lowered the head of that white.
Brother's dead body back to bury, this strong first elderly man cried aloud!
"My children ah ---"
Father tears his face, white hair who sent hair. My heart is bleeding too! I never saw my father cry.
I was afraid, I was suddenly afraid of the old father could not help but hit.
I pray, I pray to God, let him stay with us a few years more.
When I came back, my father sent me to the curb as usual.
"You go back! Take care. In a few days come back to see you. " I said.
Father's white hair in my tears blur up, I quickly turn around, do not want to let him see my tears.
I tried to comfort his heart, knowing he was getting close to the end of life.
I was afraid, I'm afraid that day has arrived!
I tried to tell him something happy, hide some unpleasant things, fear of this piece of yellow leaves by the wind to go!
But one day, a greater blow to the face from. His most beloved car accident before his son was away!
This summer, I heard the bad news, rushing home, his father was the backbone of the street light pick me up. He did not cry, the other end as the sparse white hair lying in the weeds there, eyes stare at me. I was just taking his arm, crying, complaining why he ran out to meet me? He sighed and said nothing, but I know his heart is bleeding.
Returned to the house, my father told my little brother's body has not pulled back, he sat slumped at the table. I saw the side go Just like cotton plugs poor father in the chair, listening to everyone's crying, he lowered the head of that white.
Brother's dead body back to bury, this strong first elderly man cried aloud!
"My children ah ---"
Father tears his face, white hair who sent hair. My heart is bleeding too! I never saw my father cry.
I was afraid, I was suddenly afraid of the old father could not help but hit.
I pray, I pray to God, let him stay with us a few years more.
When I came back, my father sent me to the curb as usual.
"You go back! Take care. In a few days come back to see you. " I said.
Father's white hair in my tears blur up, I quickly turn around, do not want to let him see my tears.
Between people（三）
"I built factory, run into the rain to go home." I'm embarrassed to say, tears also followed down.
"Do not be sad, we'll help you." The girl smiled and said, pulling me to her shop was next. Shop climb out of one end of the cardboard box I put on clothes to. I shook my head and refused!
"You would like gonorrhea. The girl said, smiling." Pair of beautiful eyes water Lingling.
House to persuade several other girls came, I have repeatedly twisted, however, had to put on!
God gave me as a great joke, after a meal was Kung Fu, fine it! Sun re-drill out happily in the rain fell, the green one around!
"I want to go home. I have to work tomorrow, I want to go back and look." I said.
The girl looked at a pool outside the puddles said: "The way thin, for fear you can not ride the car too!" "I walk back. The car to stay here!" I said. Wanting to go!
Girls take over so I put on a pair of rubber boots, and told me to be here tomorrow, midnight ride, she will help me wipe the car clean!
The next day, I put down the girls change clothes dry cleaned when the girl returned, she washed my clothes folded out, and, polishing the bicycle parked in the yard.
How many years have passed, the girl and now I can not remember people name. Can remember it was firmly in my heart.
"Do not be sad, we'll help you." The girl smiled and said, pulling me to her shop was next. Shop climb out of one end of the cardboard box I put on clothes to. I shook my head and refused!
"You would like gonorrhea. The girl said, smiling." Pair of beautiful eyes water Lingling.
House to persuade several other girls came, I have repeatedly twisted, however, had to put on!
God gave me as a great joke, after a meal was Kung Fu, fine it! Sun re-drill out happily in the rain fell, the green one around!
"I want to go home. I have to work tomorrow, I want to go back and look." I said.
The girl looked at a pool outside the puddles said: "The way thin, for fear you can not ride the car too!" "I walk back. The car to stay here!" I said. Wanting to go!
Girls take over so I put on a pair of rubber boots, and told me to be here tomorrow, midnight ride, she will help me wipe the car clean!
The next day, I put down the girls change clothes dry cleaned when the girl returned, she washed my clothes folded out, and, polishing the bicycle parked in the yard.
How many years have passed, the girl and now I can not remember people name. Can remember it was firmly in my heart.
Between people（二）
Have not met this big boy, too embarrassed it!
I looked at just the upper body, "Dacron" flower shirt, white orchid that had become completely different patterns!
I sat there, despite the wind and rain!
I wanted to cry.
Suddenly, across the layers of the rain, I saw not far from a wall, the wall inside the house for a long long lines.
I struggled to stand up, lift up the car as a step to the row of sliding around the house! Is coming to see a sign hanging on the entrance wall, × × trial version field.
I have the courage to enter the yard, rolling the bike in front of the house in that row.
The house was artificially separated into a separate room, I heard one of the room was talking to went boldly on!
The valve is covered with two rows of one, a dozen girls sitting high and low fat or thin, they are talking about something, I am glad the way!
Another girl walked in, like a drowned rat, everyone was surprised, just about to answer, can not recognize read carefully. The room suddenly quiet down!
I'm embarrassed, I'm sad, I'm shy, I do not know what to say! I only tell you the eyes of a poor, I hope to be here to avoid it. Outside, the rain is still falling, bomb on the roof from thunder, then lightning!
"Where did you come?" Finally, a girl came up to me!
I looked at just the upper body, "Dacron" flower shirt, white orchid that had become completely different patterns!
I sat there, despite the wind and rain!
I wanted to cry.
Suddenly, across the layers of the rain, I saw not far from a wall, the wall inside the house for a long long lines.
I struggled to stand up, lift up the car as a step to the row of sliding around the house! Is coming to see a sign hanging on the entrance wall, × × trial version field.
I have the courage to enter the yard, rolling the bike in front of the house in that row.
The house was artificially separated into a separate room, I heard one of the room was talking to went boldly on!
The valve is covered with two rows of one, a dozen girls sitting high and low fat or thin, they are talking about something, I am glad the way!
Another girl walked in, like a drowned rat, everyone was surprised, just about to answer, can not recognize read carefully. The room suddenly quiet down!
I'm embarrassed, I'm sad, I'm shy, I do not know what to say! I only tell you the eyes of a poor, I hope to be here to avoid it. Outside, the rain is still falling, bomb on the roof from thunder, then lightning!
"Where did you come?" Finally, a girl came up to me!
Between people（一）
These years, between people always feel like rusty! Between tall buildings, no noise of tenements, but also less that the enthusiasm and warmth, people tried to close ourselves up! Even if it is upstairs, downstairs, door neighbors, may also meet strangers every day.
A few days ago watching TV, the screen of a septuagenarian old man lying in the street, many of the onlookers, no one can help the old man up, for fear of trouble. Only one enthusiastic old boss took things to cover.
People are afraid of? How in the end the world now?
Three decades ago recall a fall afternoon, I rode a bike to hurry home to catch. Suddenly, like a dark horse ran over, instant block the sun. Clouds kept running, like cheer like thunder, thunder chase! It has become cool wind, blowing road on both sides of the poplar leaves splashed ring.
"Oh!"
I was surprised, looked on all sides, the former is not no temporary shop after the next village, move forward, back to no avail it! I instinctively quickened the speed of pedaling, the wind blew my bike back and forth and looked out, and finally, with the head gave the clap of thunder, rain down big money! Cool falling on my neck, pit road to hit the ground corn leaves. I appeared in front of the rain column, the direction of the eyes can not see in front of the car a few Huang Huang, and finally carrying the man in the car turned in the mud!
A few days ago watching TV, the screen of a septuagenarian old man lying in the street, many of the onlookers, no one can help the old man up, for fear of trouble. Only one enthusiastic old boss took things to cover.
People are afraid of? How in the end the world now?
Three decades ago recall a fall afternoon, I rode a bike to hurry home to catch. Suddenly, like a dark horse ran over, instant block the sun. Clouds kept running, like cheer like thunder, thunder chase! It has become cool wind, blowing road on both sides of the poplar leaves splashed ring.
"Oh!"
I was surprised, looked on all sides, the former is not no temporary shop after the next village, move forward, back to no avail it! I instinctively quickened the speed of pedaling, the wind blew my bike back and forth and looked out, and finally, with the head gave the clap of thunder, rain down big money! Cool falling on my neck, pit road to hit the ground corn leaves. I appeared in front of the rain column, the direction of the eyes can not see in front of the car a few Huang Huang, and finally carrying the man in the car turned in the mud!
Which flutter in the pious
Turn on the TV screen, turn on the Barkhor Street in Lhasa that I was surprised by the people. Wearing a white robe that comes from Northern Tibet, and that heroes come from Kham Hill junction sites, as well as beautiful clothes living in Balangjie people, like suddenly received a silent order, around the Jokhang Temple The Holy Road, go to this!
I was even more surprising is that believers are walking, and suddenly someone hands reach, no one else to throwing himself on the streets in the stream, so that my heart has never been raised a shock! The ancient call seemed to reproduce here, people lying in the turning lane, as if in communication with the past!
Songtsan, Princess Wen Cheng, Jokhang Temple, Manjushri, and so on, and so on, are human beings, God is not important, the heart may be sinking pious millennium changed.
I think of Ai Qing wrote an article, he mentioned in the article, the first Muslim to be Boxing Day, (the collective Muslim Eid al-Fitr Sunday), the day snowflakes, bleak, may be wearing a prayer cap thousand Muslims came from all directions, in the snow accumulation has been insisting to the end of the ceremony.
What is the force these devout believers to worship, not simply to state clearly whether I am afraid of. A religion, a religion can be used not simply to interpret the language of the. In most developed Western countries, the United States, the presidential oath there hand on the Bible, pray that God bless the ceremony. So, pray for peace of mind is covered by the faith itself.
A religion, a religion, was able to spread so far across the course of history, there must be valuable point it!
The thing about it is that it can shape the human soul!
I was even more surprising is that believers are walking, and suddenly someone hands reach, no one else to throwing himself on the streets in the stream, so that my heart has never been raised a shock! The ancient call seemed to reproduce here, people lying in the turning lane, as if in communication with the past!
Songtsan, Princess Wen Cheng, Jokhang Temple, Manjushri, and so on, and so on, are human beings, God is not important, the heart may be sinking pious millennium changed.
I think of Ai Qing wrote an article, he mentioned in the article, the first Muslim to be Boxing Day, (the collective Muslim Eid al-Fitr Sunday), the day snowflakes, bleak, may be wearing a prayer cap thousand Muslims came from all directions, in the snow accumulation has been insisting to the end of the ceremony.
What is the force these devout believers to worship, not simply to state clearly whether I am afraid of. A religion, a religion can be used not simply to interpret the language of the. In most developed Western countries, the United States, the presidential oath there hand on the Bible, pray that God bless the ceremony. So, pray for peace of mind is covered by the faith itself.
A religion, a religion, was able to spread so far across the course of history, there must be valuable point it!
The thing about it is that it can shape the human soul!
Bag of sweet potato leaves（三）
Lunch is pretty rich, in addition to the meal table, but that the uncle also took out a bottle of wine to accompany my father to drink, I do not know why, I always taciturn even spread a panic that day, my mother explained that there are things at home, we must back to the day, insist on keeping their father drink and drives very stubborn to get back to his father. On the way home, the father may be the reason for drinking, then more up, but I do not want to say anything.
After that town since I do not know why, I never been basking Kou family, the father'd gone a few times, each time that he went to, I have repeatedly explained, to bring their own two domesticated chicken, Mom praise me wiser, but each time his father came back from the provincial capital, always return the packages Strip something. Except for some candy, snacks, the most prominent are those kinds of old clothes, large and small, will be like when my mother picked up the same selection of baby half a day. But I never wear those clothes, I prefer to wear coarse clothes mother organization.
A blink of an eye, ten years later, old parents, I also from a teenager became a father. That day, my father Xizhe Yan said to me, you remember that basking regardless, right? She was eighty years old long ago, I went to see her, clearly see the old. She mentioned you, but when I first saw you talking about, and we brought her bag full of sweet potato leaves, neighbors were stained with the light. She'd love to meet you, you make time to go with me to train? I looked at the gray-haired, growing old father, and my heart poured out a trace of sadness, nodded and said: "All right! I should go and see her old men." I got up to go out, consider what a gift ready to take , the father in the back shouted: "Regardless of that next time you come back basking did not need to bring to mind with a bag of potato leaves. you go to the ground we adopt some!" I should be a cry, I do not know what it's like my heart , turned to walk the fields of autumn.
After that town since I do not know why, I never been basking Kou family, the father'd gone a few times, each time that he went to, I have repeatedly explained, to bring their own two domesticated chicken, Mom praise me wiser, but each time his father came back from the provincial capital, always return the packages Strip something. Except for some candy, snacks, the most prominent are those kinds of old clothes, large and small, will be like when my mother picked up the same selection of baby half a day. But I never wear those clothes, I prefer to wear coarse clothes mother organization.
A blink of an eye, ten years later, old parents, I also from a teenager became a father. That day, my father Xizhe Yan said to me, you remember that basking regardless, right? She was eighty years old long ago, I went to see her, clearly see the old. She mentioned you, but when I first saw you talking about, and we brought her bag full of sweet potato leaves, neighbors were stained with the light. She'd love to meet you, you make time to go with me to train? I looked at the gray-haired, growing old father, and my heart poured out a trace of sadness, nodded and said: "All right! I should go and see her old men." I got up to go out, consider what a gift ready to take , the father in the back shouted: "Regardless of that next time you come back basking did not need to bring to mind with a bag of potato leaves. you go to the ground we adopt some!" I should be a cry, I do not know what it's like my heart , turned to walk the fields of autumn.
Bag of sweet potato leaves（二）
This is a family member courtyard formed by the rows of bungalows, the row of the ovary has been artificially separated into one of a small yard. A seven-year-old smiling woman standing around a small courtyard in front waiting for us to see the arrival of my father and I was very happy, and caught my hand, very cordial, said: "good! Never been it, all the way hard. "saw his father carrying a large bag, complained:" come and it also brings something! "his father said shyly:" We have nothing to with the country, is a sweet potato leaves, Chang Changxian you! "" Well, well! I love this thing! "basking Kou said," When I was small I could not eat, and later into the city is not common. Li! quick access to your brother However, let him rest. "Regardless of that then we came back the hands of his father answered took things casually said:" too much, with so many sweet potato leaves do? "I see it, though, said Basking Kou like the bag of sweet potato leaves, which are called the Korea that does not seem like Kou.
I carefully into the ordinary in appearance, which is very clean and luxurious home. A door in the living room, two chairs spotless polished carved the middle is a black square table, round table on the bottom of an old clock, the pendulum below the yellow look about Susu swinging rhythmically. Basking Regardless greeted us sit down, the command that is called Li's aunt went to market to buy food to entertain us, I grab a handful of colorful fruits and sugar, but also handed out a Heyan my father, watching his lit cigarette engaged in small talk with him. While, Li aunt, and also brought a man and a woman two people, regardless of basking said it was his uncle and aunt, that home to the guests, but also to look. Then they go out to the kitchen to cook, laugh, and was very lively, and her father continue to say that just basking Regardless of the topic, Chen sesame rotten corn, and that would not be enough. I listen to the boring, put attention to the kitchen, if only to hear some fragmented, as if to say the aunt, what is wrong with, with some rotten sweet potato leaves, but also so much, what pigs! Why do not the countryside to bring some chicken! Then they could not hear the. I just think his face, fever, pins and needles, looked at his father, he is right, and regardless basking happy smile on his face.
I carefully into the ordinary in appearance, which is very clean and luxurious home. A door in the living room, two chairs spotless polished carved the middle is a black square table, round table on the bottom of an old clock, the pendulum below the yellow look about Susu swinging rhythmically. Basking Regardless greeted us sit down, the command that is called Li's aunt went to market to buy food to entertain us, I grab a handful of colorful fruits and sugar, but also handed out a Heyan my father, watching his lit cigarette engaged in small talk with him. While, Li aunt, and also brought a man and a woman two people, regardless of basking said it was his uncle and aunt, that home to the guests, but also to look. Then they go out to the kitchen to cook, laugh, and was very lively, and her father continue to say that just basking Regardless of the topic, Chen sesame rotten corn, and that would not be enough. I listen to the boring, put attention to the kitchen, if only to hear some fragmented, as if to say the aunt, what is wrong with, with some rotten sweet potato leaves, but also so much, what pigs! Why do not the countryside to bring some chicken! Then they could not hear the. I just think his face, fever, pins and needles, looked at his father, he is right, and regardless basking happy smile on his face.
Bag of sweet potato leaves（一）
I remember a decade ago, it was a fall, his father to take me to the provincial capital to visit an old relative. Before leaving, we would like for a while the family had no idea what to bring. Snack bar with biscuits, people may not be rare Azeri city, with a number of native right, in addition to the food hit the ground, this place nothing special. My mother think of it, picked some sweet potatoes from the ground leaves with Go! These people may eat less than the city can be the father did not agree, say that the sweet potato is long, the leaves collected the bad, but he really can not think of what gifts to bring, and finally agreed, and so, we not only with some home-grown green beans last year, the most prominent is a large bag of sweet potato leaves which had.
We took a bus, take a full half-day of effort, finally to be a sight that made my father's hard, he had not been here a few years, the provincial capital so that he could not find the rapid changes old street. Father, standing outside the station for a moment, suddenly thought of his pocket a relatives phone number, he looked around and ran outside to a nearby kiosk to try and beat one, fortunately, telephone number does not change, answer the phone is a woman, father very effort to explain who he is and the other, she finally understood, and asked to understand our position, she told him not to move there, while we came to meet us, my father finally relieved.
After a child, in a yellow car stopped not far from us, from the car thirties drilled a young woman, dressed very fashionable city dwellers. I snuggle in his father's side, she seems to know my father, and under the car directly to us. Women not to speak, first smile, said to my father, your children, right? Are so big. How old? Father told her that I was twelve years old, next year the junior high school, and let me call her aunt, I do not know what it is by row to rise soon called her aunt, she happily agreed to soon hurried us on car, said to be anxious to wait at home, basking Regardless, the three of us on the ground one after the car, this car like the Beetle-like yellow, another car crossed a street Thistle Street, in the bustling streets walk through, and pretty soon basking Regardless of who went to the home.
We took a bus, take a full half-day of effort, finally to be a sight that made my father's hard, he had not been here a few years, the provincial capital so that he could not find the rapid changes old street. Father, standing outside the station for a moment, suddenly thought of his pocket a relatives phone number, he looked around and ran outside to a nearby kiosk to try and beat one, fortunately, telephone number does not change, answer the phone is a woman, father very effort to explain who he is and the other, she finally understood, and asked to understand our position, she told him not to move there, while we came to meet us, my father finally relieved.
After a child, in a yellow car stopped not far from us, from the car thirties drilled a young woman, dressed very fashionable city dwellers. I snuggle in his father's side, she seems to know my father, and under the car directly to us. Women not to speak, first smile, said to my father, your children, right? Are so big. How old? Father told her that I was twelve years old, next year the junior high school, and let me call her aunt, I do not know what it is by row to rise soon called her aunt, she happily agreed to soon hurried us on car, said to be anxious to wait at home, basking Regardless, the three of us on the ground one after the car, this car like the Beetle-like yellow, another car crossed a street Thistle Street, in the bustling streets walk through, and pretty soon basking Regardless of who went to the home.
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