Chapter 27 Chapter Six

Again he watched helplessly as the sun disappeared behind the distant dunes.He watched it disappear little by little.He likes to watch the sunset quietly, which may be a quirk of a lonely old man.However, he doesn't pity the dusk very much. He firmly believes that when the sunset falls, a dawn will rise.Just like a person's life, ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs, it is in line with the laws of nature.No one can say that he is destined to go uphill all his life. The setting sun was completely invisible, and the western sky was a majestic and deep orange, and the blossoming clouds seemed to be roasted by an invisible huge furnace, reflecting colorful luster.Gradually, the brilliance dimmed, unknowingly swallowed by the deepening twilight.

The old man sighed for a long time, stood up slowly, picked up the dung dustpan by the door, walked down the steps of the winch house, and went to tend his beloved vegetable garden. He was born as a farmer, and originally belonged to the land. If he hadn't come to the mine, if he hadn't just gone uphill, his life might not have had so many ups and downs.Now, when he looks back on his life at the age of fifty-nine, how much emotion should he feel!Fifty-nine years old is no longer an age to be proud of for a miner. It means the end of creativity and the end of life. The old man shook his head with a wry smile, unscrewed the thin wire on the garden gate, and walked sideways into the vegetable garden.The vegetable garden is surrounded by waste pit wood and broken fences, and a circle of loess with a height of one meter is cultivated outside. The terrain here is relatively high, and the wind and sand cannot occupy it for a while.After entering the garden, the old man began to clean up the sand that fell in the corner of the garden with a dung pan, and tidy up the plastic shed that had been crooked by the wind and sand.While working, while panting, the "little black groove" accumulated in the lung lobe became active again, often making the old man suffocate.

The old man gave in and gave in, so he had to put down the small shovel in his hand, take a rest, and then rest.That "Little Black Ge Nagou" also loves the elderly!The old man buried the most precious decades of his life in the deep alleys of Heigetagou; Heigetagou also occupied the old man's body and mind;They are me in you and you in me.Why does the old man guard the cemetery of this mine?Heigedigou is the clearest. Heigelongou watched the old man walk over step by step.