Chapter 4 Chapter 1 (3)

Three bombs fell across the creek.Orderly rows.The bomb fragments flew up in an arc, just over the river bank where Mei et al. were hiding.The red soil that was thrown up fell on the stunned Mei and Xiaowa.Zhiwei and Zhiquan moved a little further away, their eyes turned black from the shock, and they couldn't help crying loudly.Tears and red clay smeared his face, and he couldn't even open his eyes.Li Lian hurriedly grabbed one of them, when suddenly an enemy plane swooped down and shot at the Chinese on the ground with machine guns.Li Lian protected the child and looked up at the enemy plane.When the enemy plane flies away, come over to see Mei and Xiaowa.

Xiaowa had less soil on her body, so she woke up first, only to feel weak all over.He saw that Mei was not far away, most of her body was buried in the soil, so he hurriedly crawled over, digging up the soil, and shouted, "Miss sister, wake up!" He shouted several times, but Mei still did not open his eyes. "Maybe I can only offer sacrifices to young ladies in the future!" Xiaowa thought, her heart almost stopped beating.But he doesn't cry! Li Lian and others helped to scrape the soil away.After a while, Mei woke up.She didn't know where she was.The sky is still so blue, and the white cloud is still floating casually.Grandpa, the alarm, the plane, the bomb flashed through her mind, and she realized that she had already died once.

Fu Zhi and his party rushed over.Zhiwei and Zhiquan stopped crying when they saw Shizhen.Mei and Xiaowa leaned beside Bichu, feeling very safe.Xiaowa leaned close to Bichu's ear and said, "Mother, I think it's been many, many years." "I've already died once, mother." Mei said in her heart. At this time, Shizhen was discussing that several people were killed in the bombing over there, which was terrible.She was pale and her tone was tense. There were cries from the edge of the woods, it was the relatives of the deceased who were enduring the pain of parting.One person cried: "Xiaochun, Xiaochun, you are only twelve years old, you are only twelve years old!" Xiaochun is the most common girl's name, twelve years old, just Mei's age.This unknown peer has disappeared.

The enemy plane flew back again, circling in the sky. Beautiful blue sky, do you just let the enemy's planes come and go like this?Fertile wilderness, will you endure the enemy's bombs tearing you apart? Xiaowa struggled to stand up and asked loudly, "Daddy, where is our plane? Why didn't you come?". "Our planes? - Our poor and weak motherland, where are the planes!" Fuzhi sighed deeply.Seeing that Xiaowa is so small, covered in red soil, but standing upright, looking at herself intently, caring about our air force, she felt sour and hot in her heart, and said gently: "It can be said that we have no national defense at all. Our people are too poor , the government is too corrupt - you don't understand this."

The plane turned around a few times and flew away.Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang from the Xiaodongmen area.People stared with bated breath, seeing clusters of flames rising from the ground, almost white in the sunlight. "Xiaodongmen is on fire! Xiaodongmen is on fire!" People said in a low voice.Suddenly a person shouted: "My home! You bastard bombed my home!" He stumbled and ran to the other side of the river, but was grabbed by someone. "Wait a minute, wait a minute." Someone advised him.Many people here lived in the Xiaodongmen area, and some of them ran into the city to fight the fire.Li Lian said loudly: "There is a fire brigade in the air defense system, so it's useless for everyone to run back." People didn't listen and left in twos and threes.

Fu Zhi and Li Lian looked at each other, both hating their own incompetence. "I saw the Japanese soldiers laughing in the cabin, swooping down and shooting with machine guns, that girl—he couldn't live with her!" Li Lian said bitterly.Fuzhi chewed these four words in his heart and sighed, when will there be no war in the world. The enemy plane did not come again, and the disarming alarm sounded.Bodies and shattered limbs were left behind, rubble and hatred. Fu Zhi and his party walked back to the city.After passing through the small east gate, I saw that the fire had gone out.People were cleaning up in front of the collapsed house, and a few people sat blankly, looking at everything that was broken.A tree was tilted, and there was something hanging on the tree. When I approached, I realized that it was a human leg.The adults hurriedly covered the children's eyes with their hands, and walked to the other side of the road, which seemed to be a few inches away.

When Mei saw it, her heart seemed to be hit hard by something, and she felt a little dizzy.She followed the adults as calmly as possible without causing trouble.My heart is churning, poor man!He must have lived here, he didn't run the alarm, and now he's turned into a ghost.What do ghosts look like?It is good for the ghosts to beat the Japanese, the Japanese are too vicious, even those who run the alarm are dead, I don’t know how many people died, how many new ghosts?But please don't come to my house. No one expected that they no longer had a home. After entering the city, Li Lian's family went south, and Fuzhi's family went north.When they walked on Ancestral Hall Street, they felt strange.The neighbor’s grocery store was closed, black smoke billowed from the high walls of the ancestral hall’s garden, and some people came in and out at the gate of the ancestral hall.

The owner of the grocery store, Yao, came out of the gate, saw Fu Zhi and said, "Your house has gone to hide outside, it's a shame. The air-raid shelter collapsed, I just saw it." "Did anyone hurt?" Fu Zhi asked hurriedly. "No harm, no." Boss Yao shook his hand, showing a bit of lucky comfort amidst the distress. "We also went out of the city and went to visit relatives. God sent me!" He hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Your husband's residence has also collapsed." Fu Zhi and his group could hear clearly, they hurriedly walked in without saying a word.Seeing a few people coming over carrying a stretcher, it was another neighbor, he was startled, and asked, "Didn't you say that no one was hurt?" When he stopped to look, he saw Uncle Shen, who was looking at the ancestral hall, lying with his eyes closed, panting slightly .One person said: "He was injured by a shock, not an explosion." "Send him to the hospital?"Fuzhi handed it over to the neighbor, who said, "Mr. Meng is a good man! Come and see your house!"

The Meng family walked through the wintersweet forest.A bomb fell on the side of the air-raid shelter in the forest.The bomb crater was out of sight, and the charred woods were still smoking.Under the black smoke is still a lush plum forest, facing them. When they stood in front of the house, they felt that their nerves could no longer bear the weight of suffering.Their home is in ruins, with a bomb crater in front of it big enough for an old car.Among the rubble, there is still half a roof truss standing upright.Big characters written by Mei and Xiaowa are pasted on half of the dirt wall.At that time, they were working on the copybook in Linjiucheng Palace.

They were stunned there.No crying, no words.Time seemed to stand still at the edge of the bomb crater. "Sit down for a while." After a while, Fuzhi said, pulling out a stool from among the broken tiles, and letting Bichu sit down. "After all, our family is here!" A smile flashed across Bi Chu's pale face.Yes!During this war, the family reunion is a great blessing among misfortunes.After sitting for a while, Bi Chu gave the order to tidy up.We are still human, we still have heads and hands! "My manuscript!" Fuzhi shouted suddenly.Bi Chu's quiet and sad eyes comforted him. "It's all right," she said, "the box is under the bed." They were going to take it, but they found a good place for it because the offering was heavy.

Sister Emei rushed to the pile of rubble, the bed was pulled out, and the bookcase was intact.Fuzhi opened the bookcase and saw that the manuscript was safe, but he didn't know that a catastrophe had passed.He sighed: "Now our whole family is together." They continued to dig out several tables, chairs and cages, and lined them up beside the bomb crater.The drinking vessels were smashed, and there was no water to drink.At this time, a person came out from the wintersweet forest. This person was handsome and handsome, wearing a light camel sweater and dark gray suit trousers. He still looked like he was in the Peking campus. It was Xiao Yun and Xiao Ziwei. "As soon as we came back, we knew that the air-raid shelter on the city wall had collapsed. Several people ran to see it. I was relieved knowing that you were not there and no one was injured." Ziwei sighed softly, "I didn't expect that the house also collapsed." "The Japanese bombed it really well, right in front of the house, and if the bomb landed on the house, there would be nothing left." "Who said Fu Zhi is a representative figure. The bomb should also be dropped in a representative place." Zi Wei pretended to be relaxed and said to Bi Chu. Knowing his intentions, Bi Chu forced a smile.E was particularly moved, thinking that Uncle Xiao is really a good man, always comforting others. "A room has been tidied up at the big stage. Mrs. Meng should go to rest first? Let's make arrangements to move things." Ziwei said, "I'll find a porter." While talking, several gentlemen and people from the general affairs department came, It is said that no one can be found now, so it is better for everyone to do it, and then lift it up, and someone finds a shoulder pole, picks up two boxes, and transports them to the big stage. Fuzhi ordered Mei to accompany her mother to rest first, and Mei said, "Let my sister go, I will help carry things." She walked in and out by the collapsed earth wall. , one piece of red, one piece of yellow, one piece of black, quite bright.Xiao Wa turned into a pretty face, following her back and forth.Some small things, including the inkstone that Gui Hui bought, were dug out by the two of them. E carried a net basket and accompanied Bi Chu to leave first.The people dug for a while, and some of them were buried deeply, so we had to talk about them later.I don't know how to thank you.A staff member said: "You don't need to thank me, it might blow up on my head tomorrow. I have to give it to me—" He wanted to say that he had to collect my body, but he stopped talking halfway.Everyone took some things and went to the big stage. Mei and Xiaowa were walking in the wintersweet forest, when they suddenly heard the hooves of the horses getting closer. "Cavalry!" Xiaowa said, "Cavalry is useless!" They stood under a wintersweet tree, looking at Ancestral Hall Street.After a while, a little black horse from Yunnan ran over and entered the gate.A clean and handsome boy, riding on horseback, with piercing eyes.His face was calm, as if he had just walked out of the study.It is none other than Zhuang Wuyin. "Brother Zhuang!" The two of them yelled loudly.Zhuang Wuyin jumped off his horse and tied it to the wintersweet tree.Hold them both with one hand.The three of them were speechless for a long while. "We heard, and I came here on horseback." Wu Yin's eyes showed concern and a little desolation, "Are you afraid? Are you tired?" Xiaowa replied that he was not afraid, and Mei replied that she was not tired. "Listen," said Wucao decisively, "you two are coming to live with me. Mom and Dad sent me to talk about it." "Oh, no." Mei also shook her head resolutely, "We want to be with my father and mother." "Brother Zhuang, we still have to guard the wintersweet forest." Xiaowa said. "Meng He is already very imaginative." Wu Yin patted Xiao Wa, "Okay, I'll talk about this later." The three of them walked to the big stage, and saw that the glass at the entrance was shattered, and two windows fell down.No major damage.The Meng family lived in a small attic on the top of the stage.Because the stairs are too narrow and steep, it is inconvenient to go up and down, and no one lives there.At this time, the attic was very lively, and people went up and down the stairs from time to time.I saw E came down with a basin towel and said: "I saw you from the window. Mother told you to wash your face first." She nodded to Wu Yin. "Brother Zhuang came on horseback," Xiaowa reported. "Can you read on the horse?" E asked. "No." No reason answered, then turned to Mei and said, "The horse is too fast, and it will fall off. I ride a bicycle to read, because the bicycle obeys the command 100 percent. Horses can't do it, only 80 percent—maybe Less." The two children washed their faces in the public water, and soon a pot of mud soup was washed out.E ordered to wash it again.Mei and Xiaowa hesitated.They dare not use more water.Water is hired to pick. "You are almost becoming Sherlocks." Wu Yin said, "You wash, and I will fetch water." "Do you know where the well is?" E sneered. "If you want to look for it, you can find it." Wu Yin had already run a few feet away while speaking. The water was very cold, and the two children didn't want to take a bath anymore, but they felt that it was a great honor for the elder sister to greet her like this.Since there is no reason to carry water, use more.They washed it again, the color of the water was much lighter, and with E's approval, they went upstairs together. Principal Qin and his wife Xie Fang stood in the room.Xie Fangli was a few years older than Bi Chu, with a handsome face and a bit of sternness in his kindness, which seemed to be from Qin Xunheng.Bichu wiped the little baby's hands and face with a towel, fearing frostbite, Xie Fangli also took Mei and taught her to rub her hands gently, while saying, "You three children are all mentally healthy, and you can all stand the test." She Originally thought of two children, corrected in time.He sighed again, "This place can't compare with the days of round and square pots." "They never complain about suffering, and they know that it's useless to be afraid of suffering." Bi Chu wiped Xiaowa's hands and face, ordered him to go away, and Talk to Xie Fangli in a low voice. Xiaowa went to Fuzhi's side and listened to their talk. Principal Qin said: "Since the first bombing by enemy planes on September 28 last year, today is the most serious one. This round of bombing by enemy planes is a bit careless. It seems that we still have to evacuate to the countryside. I saw it in the west of the city a while ago. Several houses and several scientific research institutes are located there. Things like house repairs and relocation of instruments have to be done quickly. Youchen and his family members have already lived in Xili Village, which is the best. Where should the liberal arts research institute be located?" Fuzhi said: "One of Yan Liangzu's adjutants has a house in Fengtou Village in the eastern suburbs. He is willing to lend it to us. It is very suitable for the research institute. I haven't seen it yet." Qin Xunheng was overjoyed and said: "That's great. I'll call someone to contact Commander Yan and ask him to introduce you to the house. ——In addition to the research institute, the family members should evacuate as soon as possible. Mrs. Meng is not in good health. Unbearable." "Shall we look for a house in Fengtou Village?" Fu Zhi glanced at the haggard Bichu, and then at the box containing the manuscripts.He sighed: "I have to hide and hide when I fled to Kunming! Cao Cao once said that our generation is a hero in a prosperous age and a hero in a troubled world. It is hard to say whether we are a hero in a prosperous age, but we are really a fool in a troubled world." Xun Heng smiled and said: "The rice bucket is the best. Talents come out of the rice bucket!" Xiaowa leaned against Fuzhi, and suddenly said: "If there are people who build airplanes, there will be airplanes." Xun Heng has no children under his knees. Seeing Xiaowa's lacquer-like eyes, he focused on them, and couldn't help but touch his. Head, said: "It would be nice to have a few more children who care about people like this. Our school has an aviation department, which is to train talents who can build airplanes." Fuzhi said: "Xiaowa liked airplanes since childhood." Xiaowa said thoughtfully: "I don't like killing airplanes." "Zhuang Wuyin is here to carry water." E and Mei stood in front of the window, and saw that Wuyin was steadily carrying a load of water to the public water place.The two sisters told Bichu that they were afraid of using too much water, Xie Fangli smiled and said, "It's good that everyone thinks like this." After a while, they came up for no reason, greeted the adults, and went to stand beside Bichu. "If you live in Xili Village, do you have to carry your own water?" Xie Fangli asked. "Sometimes pick. Someone is hired, but sometimes they don't come." After some more words, the Qin couple left.Wu Yin asked Mei and Xiao Wa to live in Xili Village for a few days, saying that it was the intention of his parents and Wu Cai, and quickly added: "It was also my intention. Bichu looked at Fuzhi, and Fuzhi looked at Mei and Xiaowa, and said, "You decide for yourself." Mei immediately said, "We told Brother Zhuang that we want to be with our father and mother, and we won't leave for a moment. " She stood leaning against Bichu, wanting to hug her mother, but she was no longer a little girl, she was almost as tall as her mother. "Thank you, no reason." Bi Chu said softly, "Of course they are happy to live here. They just don't want to leave home. Let them do it." Wu Yin was quite disappointed in his heart, but his face remained calm.He always felt that there was a kind of peaceful happiness when he was with Mei.He discussed it with Weiwei, but he couldn't find out what made Mei soothe and comfort others.Everyone stopped talking about it.The three talked about things in school.Unreasonable analysis, their primary and secondary schools may have to move, and all of them have to live on campus. "Students living together must be fun." Mei and Xiaowa agreed. "It must be troublesome to be together in and out of class." This is an opinion without reason. For a while, Wei Lai greeted him for dinner.Single teaching staff organized a meal group and ate a package of meals.Take turns to manage, including purchasing, supervising the kitchen, etc., with careful arrangements.Now the kitchen has cooked a meal for the Meng family, and everyone went downstairs.Mei waited to drink a lot of rice soup.The rice soup was thick and sticky, and there were a lot of big kidney beans boiled in the soup, as long as Xiaowa's little finger. After dinner, E and the three of them sent off without reason.In front of the gate of the ancestral hall, Wuyuan jumped on the little black horse, turned around in a circle, and then headed north with the sound of hooves.It would be quicker for him to go further west out of town.When the horse was about to turn, Wu Yin turned his head and smiled. He seldom smiled, and his smile was a bit charming.It seems to say, we are not afraid!We will live well!This smile stays in Mei's memory, like a close-up shot, together with the figure who got off the horse, it will never be erased. The twilight is getting thicker, and looking out from the narrow window of the attic, you can see a few strands of red glow.E said he couldn't stay, "I don't have a place to live." Wu Jiaxin came to visit, and the two went to the South Courtyard together. Ezhi put two kerosene tanks on top of each other, muttering: "This is a desk." Another one was dragged Put it upright, "This is a chair." Mei and Xiaowa wiped the lampshade and lamp stand of the kerosene lamp respectively.Mei kept breathing on the lampshade, using the moisture to wipe it off.Wiped spotless, so transparent that it almost disappeared into the air.They lit this bright lamp for their father, and the feelings of panic, fatigue, hatred and humiliation of the day were all relieved. "Of the three children, E is the most worrying." Bi Chu leaned on the bed and looked at them, sighing softly. Fuzhi felt the same; "There is no way, and worrying is useless." They looked at each other, comforting each other. Fuzhi put away the manuscript paper and sat down upright, as if he was still in the study of the square pot, with the big couplet hanging on the back: "There is no one like me, but the heart of the world." There was still ink in the inkstone, and he dipped the pen full Write down a few words: "The Road to Freedom in China." The stairs creaked, and someone came upstairs.Someone downstairs said: "Mrs. Yan, be careful. Mrs. Meng is upstairs." Fu hurriedly stood up, Mei and Xiaowa went to the door, and saw Lu Suchu enter the room. Su Chu first said to Fu Zhi: "Liang Zu has gone to the provincial capital and can't come. He asked me to greet you. He was frightened. Hui Shu wanted to follow, and she was not allowed to come because he was afraid of causing trouble." Then he walked to Bi Chu's bed in a few steps. Before, the two called out "big sister" and "third sister", and they both shed tears. Fuzhi took the two children to a corner and asked the sisters to talk. "Sister," Bi Chu said, "we're fine. But I'm weaker these days. Father saved our family today. If we hadn't gone to the outskirts to offer sacrifices to the camp, we would have been buried under the city wall." "I heard from Liang Zu that today the bombing site was in the southeastern suburbs, and it destroyed more than a hundred houses, killing and injuring hundreds of people. It was the worst bombing ever. We didn't leave today, thinking we wouldn't come to bomb, but we did come. At that time Huishu is at home. When the plane arrived, Hezhu kept chanting mantras." Su Chu was just narrating, without any intention of praise or criticism.The two discussed Bichu's health.Su Chu said: "We will go to the house near Anning early tomorrow morning, that is, Hezhu and I. Others have errands, and those who go to school go to school." Bi Chu thought to herself, wondering whether to bring those poisonous insects with her or not. Su Chu also said: "Sanmei's family should live in Longtou Village. Although it is a country house, it is spacious." They are in need of a house for lending to the Institute of Arts. Do you agree?" Su Chu pondered: "Where do you live?" Seeing what Bichu said, she said, "If you think about it, the owner will not disagree, anyway, the house is useless anyway." She took out a small embroidered bag as she spoke, "When something like this happens to Sanmei's house, it must be done. What to add—" Before she could finish speaking, Bi Chu sat up and stretched out her hands to hold down the burden, and said, "Miss Fuzhi's temper is well known. We will never accept it." Seeing her resolute attitude, Su Chu sighed and stopped forcing . "I want to entrust my elder sister to do something." Bi Chu took out a wide belt from the bed, which contained all the soft clothes from Beiping, took out a pair of gold bracelets, and handed one to Su Chu: "I have two Sheng, you can sell it for me. It can help the family." Su Chu was speechless, took it and put it in a small bundle, and got up to leave. The moonlight is like water, soothing the plateau city that has just been bombed.People are asleep.Bi Chu leaned on the pillow, extremely tired, but unable to fall asleep.She looked at the moonlight outside the window, and at Fu Zhi's figure at his desk, and fell into deep thought. Meng Yue's light was still on, and continued to be on. Fried wintersweet What a moonlight!The wintersweet forest is brightly illuminated.The smell of scorched earth and fishy smell permeating the air is no longer felt, and the refreshing smell of wintersweet tree drifts here with the moonlight.It seems like nothing happened here. I look north, and this window of mine faces north.There is a thin cloud in the sky in the distance.Dad, are you looking down from over there?What happened to you?Why don't you entrust your daughter with a dream? It's a pity that people have memory, but it's also fortunate that people have memory.If there is no memory, people will probably be happier if they only focus on the present.Even today's bombing is over.But how can we forget!We fled from Beiping to Yunnan, traveled half of the country, and still haven't found a shelter!If it weren't for offering sacrifices to my father today, I'm afraid he would have been buried in the Yellow Earth Longzhong.It was only a way for Dad to leave us, and Dad saved us by dying.I know, this is what Dad wants, I don't want to cry, Dad, there is dust in my eyes. The eldest sister just sent money and wanted to help us, but I didn't want it.The second sister will send it tomorrow, so of course I won't accept it.The second sister wouldn't be surprised, but Liang Zu said long ago that the third sister's family is too hypocritical. "The books these professors read are harder than cannons!" Really?It would be great if these scholars themselves could turn into cannons.But there is no such thing. Wuhan has fallen, and the war in Hunan and Guangxi is not optimistic.It's really not easy to fight back step by step to expel the enemy and regain the lost ground!The war of resistance cannot be finished in one or two years, and the days to come will be even more difficult. We must rely on ourselves.This is the lesson of my father, and it is also the ancestral precept of the Chinese people from ancient times to the present.Always strive for self-improvement!In fact, no matter how big or small things are in the world, from governing the country to prospering the country, as small as self-cultivation and keeping the family in order, in the final analysis, you have to rely on yourself.What I run is just a small family, and each family has its own principles, which cannot be changed. After Fuzhi resigned from the position of provost, he has more time.It is my wish that he can concentrate on writing.I don't have a job, and I don't contribute to society, so I should do more to make up for what I owe.He was writing articles, moving a pen up and down quickly, and I was so tired watching him.I always say slow down, why rush so fast!He said that it was too late to write down his thoughts, so hurry up, I don’t know how much time the enemy left us.According to Principal Qin and Mr. Xiao, sooner or later he will have to share the affairs of the school.It is a big deal for the school to cultivate tens of thousands of talents, and he will not be afraid of trouble.Keren's spirit is limited.I can't spare him the slightest energy. The time in Yunnan is not long, things are consumed quickly, and energy is also used up quickly.I often feel that my strength is not enough, and my body is not as good as before.I don't know how long I can support it.Maybe one day I will go with my father and your old man.Then I have to rely on the eldest sister and the second sister to take care of the three children. ——Who else will take care of it? ——The children will live on without me.They will eventually leave their parents.How can I live without me? —I cannot die. But I'm so tired. Dad, don't worry.It might be better to move to the country and not have to run the alarm.How much time can I take care of these things at home.It's just that Fu Zhi and the children have to go to class, how to take care of them?I am afraid that it will be difficult to find Lameilin again.The eldest sister and He Zhu live near Anning, and they must play mahjong every day to pass the time.In fact, my eldest sister is as incapable of socializing as I am.Just a donkey with a blindfold on, just pushing the mill forward.The second sister, on the other hand, was very free and easy on the poker table while rubbing cards and comparing jewelry.It was originally a part of her life to socialize with the wives of military officers and officials here.It may be more suitable for her to move to Chongqing. No matter how difficult life is, it is all external, and we must rely on ourselves to deal with and overcome.What worries me most now is E.I don't know what path she will take. E's strangeness was felt by relatives.In terms of environment, education, and heredity, she is no different from the other two children.But she is so different.Recently, she seems to be getting better with her family, and she seems to be more sensible.Unexpectedly, I heard a fragment of words yesterday, which made me suspicious. Yesterday afternoon I was picking vegetables in front of the Woodside House.E and Wu Jiaxin came back, stood in the forest for a while, talking softly.Listen to E, don't tell my mother.I don't know what they said, it seems that each has a secret.Wu Jiaxin's is about her boyfriend, while E's is about her family.On the one hand, I am happy that E has not yet made a boyfriend, which is really worrying!On the one hand I am uneasy, how strange it is to have secrets about my own home! Human natures are different and cannot be forced.When E was twelve years old, he boiled red eggs for Xiaowa's first birthday. E held three eggs with paper-cut patterns in both hands and said they were beautiful.Mei ran up to ask for one, but E refused to give it no matter what.I said there are plenty in the kitchen, just give one.Without saying a word, E crushed the three eggs with both hands. At that time, Emei was exactly the age she is now.Now Mei is already sweeping the floor and washing dishes, worrying not to waste money. The most worrying thing about Mei and Xiaowa is that they grow too fast, they cannot keep up with nutrition, and they will get sick.What I want to see is their bodies.As for E, what I want to care about is her heart.But how can I manage it!I have to muster up a lot of energy to lead her away from those unknowable ecstasy formations. This kind of ecstasy formations are actually in my heart and become more mysterious due to changes in the external environment. I'm afraid I don't have enough energy.I don't want to distract Fitch either.Dad, your old man wants to help me. The moonlight is so good that the branches of the wintersweet forest are clearly visible.Those branches are where I hang my laundry.I hang the clothes on the branches, stretch them again and again, and stretch them again before they are completely dry.Since we left Peiping, we have never ironed our clothes.But our clothes are still flat, just a little effort when we are drying the clothes. Such moonlight!Make the remaining winter on the plateau cold and clear.Dad, do you remember that I learned to play the flute when I was in my hometown?What I play is the old flute used by my great-grandmother. It is very thick, dark red in color, and easy to play.I sat on the grass pavilion in the garden with my flute, and my father said that the sound of the flute and the moonlight are the most suitable, and the flute is connected with nature.There is a sentence in Wang Bao's "Dongxiao Fu": "It is nourishing to the essence, and it is moist and strong." This is about the body of the flute.He also described the sound of the flute, "The wind is endless, and it is whirling like a mother-in-law." "Its loud sound...is like a son of a loving father, and its wonderful sound...is like a filial son's service to his father." But now , father, I no longer have the shelter of a loving father, and it is impossible to be filial.So quiet, this wintersweet forest.Later, Fuzhi gave me a pair of jade screen flutes, which were relatively thin, but unfortunately I didn't bring them out.This flute is golden in color, and Du Mu's poem is engraved on it: "The green hills are hidden and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is not withered at the end of autumn. On a moonlit night at the twenty-fourth bridge, where can the jade people teach you how to play the flute?" Dad remember?Twenty-four bridges on a moonlit night!All fell under the enemy's iron hoof, the mountains and rivers were broken, the people were in dire straits, and the flute was whimpering, where is the way back? Fuzhi also said that the flute comes from nature, and its sound matches the moonlight best.However, I have only blown a very limited number of times in the square pot garden.Never blow it again.Dad never asked me.Dad knows that there are fuller and better things in my life.I taught E, Mei and Xiaowa a children's song: "A straight purple bamboo seedling, give it to the baby to make a pipe flute. Point the flute to the mouth, and the mouth to the flute, and the new season will be blown from the flute." I teach my children to keep blowing out new tunes.The new time is not the fashion, but the new self.No matter how hard it is, fleeing, bombing, disease...we will overcome it and emerge a new self. Lameilin cannot be blown down. I am full of respect for Lameilin and ourselves. We, Chinese!we are Chinese! The moonlight is almost in the sky, but Fu Zhi is still writing. Dad, I know, you're still looking down from the clouds—