Chapter 25 Luhuitou

0 There is a place where the wind blows the grass.The pregnant wild fern has laid spores, and the wind travels with the spore babies.Some fell on the hair of the vegetable picker, some stained the black coat of the swallow, and some slipped into the small river to play.The river, like a thousand flute-playing tramps, is accompanied by children who are leaving school.When a naughty child puts the book on the yellow leather cap and walks across the river with two shoes, will the spore baby pop out from the flute hole, bite the child's clothes, and finally return to the soil of mother wild fern? ?

1 In the dusk of the spring equinox, I sat in the living room, admiring the paper clay kneading paintings you sent.On the envelope, you carefully wrote "Sister Ami read it in person", and attached a note, hoping to hang it where you can often see it.In the recess of the main power switch of the living room where I hung, I began to trace your tricks.Of the two good friends you made, the one with the triangular flat face and protruding eyes and crooked nose is obviously me, and the one with the round smile is of course you.I can easily imagine that from the time you bought paper clay and conceived a portrait, that tricky bud made you itchy all over your body, and even snickered for no reason when you were sleeping. In the phone call just now, I pretended to be angry, "please Give me a reasonable explanation!" You couldn't help picking a needle like a full balloon, bursting all the joy, such a clear laughter, as if you were drumming against my ear: "Because... Goggle...because, there's not enough clay goggle..." I know that rhetoric is part of your trick, but I'm willing to argue with you along the way, stirring up your secret joy.I imitated the crooked nose and crooked face of the person in the painting to speak, and your fox tail was exposed: "That's not right, the nose is crooked to the left!"

In the twilight, the twilight floats in my lonely heart.Two good friends are holding hands in the frame, as if the years of innocence will never be drifted away by time.We are still two little friends, learning the lip-shaped whistle of a thousand pipers and tramps, your voice is the piccolo of eleven years old, and I have reached the hoarse thirty flute. Usually at night, sometimes waiting for the instant noodles to soften, sometimes even worse, rushing out to answer the phone with wet hair in hand. "How to write '幻' of abducted 7" Save all question words, you are always very sure that I am on the other end of the line, as if the sound of a waterfall, the abyss will surely respond. "Beside the handle on the left, tie it on the right and add another 'other', the other hand is 'turn'!" Your giggling child's voice and the heavy breathing sound of poor airway since childhood are always clear. "Wipe your nose first! Hurry up!" Then I heard the sound of "clang" dragging the phone, and the sound of an eleven-year-old boy trying to deal with the monster in his nasal cavity with a tissue.In addition to asking for new words and exercises on your phone, you also interspersed with stories about your grandson’s broken knees just pasted with OK bandages and how to piece together a thousand pieces of super battleships by yourself. The noodles are like a bowl of fat maggots, and the hair is dry for some reason.

I was lucky enough to witness your wet black hair and monkey-like red face when you were born.At that time, I felt desperate for you. Such an ugly baby was obviously disemboweled according to the time, obviously not a dignitary.Later, your mother took me for two or three days, surveyed several names drawn up by Emperor Jade, General, and Poet, and the fortune-telling side selected a slightly modified one to be worthy of the expensive naming fee, and strongly recommended such outstanding names. , will be the dragon of every household in the future.I also quickly got used to imagining you as a baby dragon instead of a crying monkey when I held you in my baby.

According to my age, I can afford to have you, especially when I was in the blooming university years, with a bit of maternal romantic impulse, which made me hold you like a seasoned unwed mother.According to seniority.I'm just a cousin of the same generation.This is simply embarrassing. If the cousin and the cousin are not crying for grabbing a malt candy together, or they often wear the wrong shoes of each other and find out a relationship when they get home. I swear by the thumb of my right hand, I Never put the scene of squatting on the duckling toilet with you and singing nursery rhymes to call out human little black shit into the meaning of the word "cousin".

0 Although more than 20 years later, I realized that the feeling of loneliness at that time was because the summer thunderstorm stopped, and the smell of wild ginger flowers mixed in the air and the thin fragrance of rice seedlings continued to fill my heart, which caused a little girl to fall in love for the first time. Love is louder than rolling thunder, but when you can't open your mouth to spit out lightning, you have to be lonely in the gray rainy sky in the afternoon. I sit on the roof.Ever since I learned to climb up to the roof by climbing the corresponding positions of the water well, the bamboo grove and the chicken coop with vigorous skills, I am like the only child of the emperor, sitting happily on the dragon seat and claiming my world early.In the infinitely extending rice field, apart from a few farmhouses and a lonely big banyan tree, I was shocked by the magic carpet of Cuiyuan for the first time, and wanted to lift it up with open arms. Green, and my folks who are silently working hard in the fields! "Land", I have already learned these two characters and strokes, but I don't understand how it has anything to do with my life experience other than the grades in the Mandarin practice book?After the thunderstorm, there are still large black clouds moving away, the golden sun is struggling, so that the clouds are edged with gold threads, and the green blanket is flickering.I am afraid that when I pronounce the word "Land" at full volume, ten thousand sika deer will rush out of their mouths in panic, flying over the green carpet, black clouds and the only scorching sun.There is a kind of loneliness that silences me, and when I saw Ziyi’s mother wearing a flower scarf and bamboo hat and weaving it into the green carpet, but did not know that her daughter was watching all this from the roof, tears suddenly fell.

Although more than twenty years later, I realized that loneliness is always accompanied by love.Moreover, the unstoppable tears at that time may have been affected by the sudden flying of an egret in the snow-like wild ginger flower basin. 2 There are two emotions intertwined in my heart, and it is inevitable that I have surpassed my sister-in-law's identity when watching you grow up. When you were about three years old, I spent a winter vacation with you.Your parents went to work separately, and the big day became our secret kingdom.One day, you got tired of playing with building blocks and clamored for me to play with you.I'm in the middle of a great novel and I can't wait to turn you into a cute baby poster for the wall.It doesn't make sense, I hugged you onto the sofa, didn't move, ran into the room by myself, jumped up and down, came out and took your little hand and pressed it to my chest: "Is there a deer running? It's running fast, right? Your Is the little deer running?" This trick doesn't work anymore, of course you can't feel your heartbeat in a thick coat, so I strengthened my tone: "It's terrible, what should I do! Your little deer is not running anymore!" Then like a The kind fairy sister told you to run around the house to save the fawn.I can finally go back to the plot of the novel, reminding you from time to time: "Keep running! Otherwise, I don't care if the deer dies!"

Of course, there are also times when things fail. For example, if you find your mother on a whim, I think explaining that your mother must go on a business trip and come back after dark in the simplest terms should not exceed the intelligence of a three-year-old child.Your snot-nosed appearance pissed me off—your utensils are tantamount to overthrowing my secret kingdom of pleasure. "Okay! Change clothes and go to your mother. However, my sister can't take you there to cook dinner. How about this? I will ask the postman uncle to take you there, okay?" You let me change for you helplessly with tears on your face Clothes and socks.I was a little bit reluctant, and I wanted to keep you even more, so I had to make up the lie: "I will send it to the postman uncle, and I will send a package! Okay, let's weigh how many kilograms you have. Now, write down your address..." I intentionally Walking around, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to delay time, you follow every step like a poor little egg. "The address is written, now put a stamp, um, on your forehead, so that the postman will know that you are a package!" You gradually become curious about the postpartum process, stop making trouble, and obediently let me put some paste on your forehead and paste it on your forehead. Stamp, I slapped your forehead with my palm: "Very good, it's tight, now send the package! Do you still want to drive mom?" "Yes!" I took your little hand out and peeked at the one yuan on your forehead The national flag stamp wanted to laugh out loud, but I had to respect the determination of the three-year-old child to find his mother, forced to be calm, and regarded it as a great expedition, but moderately praised the taste of fruit jelly and hot cocoa milk at home. "Look, there's the mailbox." I explained the red and green plugs to you: "Hey! It won't fit in! Unfortunately, again, it won't work! You're too fat!" You hold out your chubby hand Fat feet tried hard to stuff into the hole, but started giggling.My realistic acting skills make you forget the great goal of finding your mother and become the hero of a short street play.In the end, you readily agreed that we need a cup of hot cocoa milk very much at this moment. You did not resist and let me go home with your chubby package on your back.I'd rather just go home with your chubby package on my back.

I am willing to go to that beautiful world behind your back like this--I thought that when I entered the adult society, the small door woven with petals had disappeared forever.As if because of you, I touch the light of your body to feel it floating in the air.When you were walking upside down, I seemed to see the wings on your back flapping in the air, which made me, who was following behind, turn around quickly to see if the wings flapped on my back?When you're lying in bed, hugging that brown floral blanket - you have to touch it to fall asleep; asking for a nursery rhyme or a story, I know you're going to ride the magic carpet to a beautiful world, and my soft female voice is just seeing you off the wind, but I can't ask you to take me there.So, the story of the night is my message over and over again, secretly tied on your shoelaces:

"In a far, far away place, there is a strange world. A group of white-feathered pigeons grow on the branches. When they are happy, the tree will fly away. Sometimes they run to the house, and sometimes they land on the river. On the grassland Lilies are small trumpets that love to talk; when the weather is good, they play the small trumpet; when the weather is bad, they blow it even more. The people there sew clothes from the river to wear on their bodies. They are fatter; the cloth cut in winter is skinny. However, no matter how fat or thin, a fish often comes out of their pockets, sometimes a large group, and the mother fish just gave birth to a baby fish. The sun there is like a big red egg , falling from the sky every afternoon, rolling into the grass to sleep, and then bouncing up again the next day. One day, the sun accidentally fell into the river, and it couldn’t swim. Suddenly, the river turned into a river of smoky glutinous rice balls. The lily saw it and blew the trumpet in panic. The children were happily lying on the river bank, scooping up small red glutinous rice balls with a spoon to eat, and they were about to eat them all. A kind-hearted little boy thought: If everyone The glutinous rice balls were eaten up, and there would be no sun tomorrow! He spat out a small glutinous rice ball, but he dared not eat it. The other children stretched their stomachs, lay panting on the grassland, and slept like a winding river, with the fish in their pockets on it Swimming around, hiccupping all the time.

In the middle of the night, the little boy went to Pigeon Tree with the last red glutinous rice balls in his hands: Please take me to the sky, I have to send the sun back!The first pigeon wakes up the second, and the second wakes up the third.Finally all the pigeons woke up, and a gust of snow-white wind blew up, quietly carrying the little boy and the skinny sun to the sky. Disturbing the bracket, I didn't expect to scratch the silk cloth and make a sparse starry sky and moon hole.He also pulled the water line of his clothes and sewed the sun tightly in the sky. The next day, when the sun came out, it was no longer a big red egg, but a golden plate with thousands of golden threads dancing on it.No one knows the story of the middle of the night, only the little boy knows, he got to the river to make another dress. "Sister Amy..." "Ok?" "Sister Ami, I want to eat glutinous rice balls..." 0 The traveling pigeons fly back to the ridge at dusk, and the deer hunting in the forest will turn their heads frequently. It’s hard to let go of the injured doe! I was sent to a city full of buildings to avoid the flood every midsummer.They dressed me up as a city kid, except that my dark skin gave away the village's secrets, and they taught me a new accent so that I could answer questions in front of guests without revealing myself. I have a bucket of golden chicken biscuits and beautiful floral dresses.However, every evening, I want to imitate my grandmother's eight-legged bed and the small mosquitoes in the mosquito net.The big mulberries by the well are about to turn purple. I want to use the iron bucket of golden chicken biscuits to pack purple juice mulberries and eat them full.My saliva left spit on the pillow, but the mulberry in my dream couldn't be picked off. They asked someone to take me back to my hometown. No one likes a crying child.My mother held a broken black umbrella and led me on the small road in Yucun.Good to hold my shoes, our bare feet lead the veins of water, one big and one small.well!There will be another big flood, and the rice is over!I saw the white ocean flooded to the waist of the rice, and the fine rice flowers must have melted into water.Don't send me to a place where I can't go home, the rice is flooded and the roots are still on the ground. 3 I want to tell you slowly that the toys I bought are dead forever, and they are sacrifices for adults to atone for their sins.Only the original vitality in the mind is the magic powder that makes everything magical.I would like to show you the way to the wondrous world when my part of the child has not yet come, or never will.But when we have the opportunity to live next door, you have entered the star kindergarten and installed the bib tag of the private car guarantee.I suddenly woke up, and I can no longer mention the past of the deer running, the mail package and the pigeon tree, for fear of being dismissed as a ridiculous lie by you. Your childhood is only left with BMP, ABC and the Invincible Iron King Kong at dusk. In order to prevent the villains who kidnap children, you must be accompanied even when you go to the small park to ride an off-road vehicle.The only thing that remains the same is that the brown floral blanket is still your favorite before going to bed, and you don’t allow anyone to touch it, but on winter nights, if I accompany you to watch cartoon videos, you will generously lend me to cover it. Cold feet. One summer, I visited your house, and your mother was out shopping, asking me to take care of you to prevent thieves in broad daylight—since your house was burglarized at night and left a shining white knife on the bed, your mother never No one is allowed in the house.We ate cold watermelons with red flesh, and the checkered white porcelain floor tiles looked like a chessboard. At that time, you already knew how to play backgammon.I propose to play chess with your mouth.Each holds a bowl of watermelon and sits at opposite ends of the living room, calculates the number of grids, guesses the game, picks up a piece of watermelon to eat, leaves melon seeds after swallowing the meat, and sprays them at the opponent's grid, and wins or loses based on the number of grids and seeds occupied.You are completely into the rules of the game, laughing like a crazy little beast, especially when I spray melon seeds on my glasses because of my inaccurate mouth shape.You enjoy your pleasure.Suddenly, your mother came back, frowned and shouted: "What are you doing? It's sticky! Eat watermelon like this! Children don't understand, and you don't understand either!" I knew it was time to go, and I went back to my sister's job to apologize to you for being scolded, and bid farewell to the education mat set up in front of you.It's all over, except for a flightless blanket.You will stay in a wealthy family forever to enjoy the scolding and loneliness of the only child, and a string of star schools and children's talent classes that have been acquired by all means are waiting for you.When you dozed off in a certain talent class and dreamed of watermelon chess and snored with laughter, you would understand the weight of happiness: but you would never understand the weight of a small tear when you left your door that day.I like to touch your ears and rub them back and forth.Like playing with two balls of cotton, it is unbelievable that there is such a soft "oh laduo" ─ ─ your childhood pronunciation. "Come here, oh, let me play for a while! You are also very happy to have a pair of wonderful soft ears. I have passed away several times, and I am far away from you. One day, you shook the phone and said: "Sister Ami, I told you You, our whole class is mine, please touch each other, touch it again, touch it again, touch it a few more times! " Our phone calls are gradually dominated by homework, especially mathematics.You have a good drawing talent, and I have kept your sketches for more than four years.The star, which is bigger than the moon, you say because it is falling; a bunch of people go to eat guava.When they eat apples, let us eat guava, and those who eat wrong will be "poisoned to death"!But you said, your father said, if you grow up to be a painter, he will kick you to death, sticking to the wall and not falling off.You only draw pictures after school, but influenced by cartoon shows, you specialize in drawing Superman, Iron King vs. Demon King.You also know that maintaining the top three in the class is more important than coloring the invincible Tieduogang. "Sister Amizi..." Your voice was choked, as if you had just been beaten. "Alas, if you shed tears, my place will be flooded!" "My mother said that I was deaf, and I didn't listen to the teacher in class, so I made mistakes..." "Okay, bring up that damn subject!" "There are two watches. Watch A is one and four-fifths of a second faster every day, and watch B is three and one-fifth of a second slower every day. What is the difference between the two watches?" I explained it twice, and you didn’t say a word on the other end of the phone. I seemed to see you frowning and dazed at the string of numbers. Mathematics has already matched your fear, and there is nothing more fear than fear. "That's all right, let's forget about this question. I will propose a question. Listen carefully: A and B have two tables, A is five minutes ahead, and B is five minutes behind. Assuming that the current standard time is twelve o'clock, you first draw three tables. time." "The drawing is finished. Watch A is 12:50, and watch B is 11:55." "How close?" "very." "how did it get here?" "Add!" You approach the original problem in the same way, but answer me: "I get five, but the answer is one-twelfth..." "See clearly, are you asking for minutes or seconds?" "Minutes, hahaha! Just turn five seconds into minutes!" How I would like to tell you that the purpose of mathematics is to train your thinking process and analytical ability before the real fractions and false fractions scare you. The answer to the riddle is not to peek at the answer and deduce the calculation method backwards.Only originality born of rich imagination and clear thinking can test the solutions offered by others.We grow stronger by pursuing the truth, not becoming dwarfs in fine clothes, licking answers. 0 I want to leave the small green village and go to the vast world to find my hoe.The yellow rice waves waved to me in summer, I engraved the name of the village on the deer's forehead, and left with the amulet of my life experience. Qianmo is my blood, and the clarity of well water is the color of my eyes.Wild ginger flowers and red bricks and tiles, not this time.My body is only the color of ripe rice that is rewarded by the plains. 4 Two years later, when you graduate from elementary school, you will become a small foreign student.Your parents have invested in real estate in the United States, and they are eager to keep an eye on your English class.After all, leaving the dragon among men in the greedy Black Island means being irresponsible as a parent.Every summer vacation, your mother takes you on a tour of the United States and adapts to your future country early.Your phone already greets you fluently and sings nursery rhymes of ten little Indian boys. There is a world where you won't be a guest anymore.Although the pigeon tree fell to the sloppy city, and the healthy deer fled to other countries; but you have to believe that your sister Ami will always take care of her own green blanket and the paper clay of two good friends.Loneliness always accompanies love and strengthens it. I still hope that one day, when you fall asleep with a brown flower blanket on a snowy night in a foreign country, and suddenly wake up dreaming of a secret deer, please put a stamp on the deer’s forehead and send it to me as an air parcel. Only when the deer turns back, my pigeon tree will fly. This article is provided by netizen A Yexia