Chapter 4 third chapter

third chapter one My grandfather lived in the small town of Hulan River. When I was born, my grandfather was over sixty years old. When I was four or five years old, my grandfather was almost seventy years old. My family has a big garden, in which there are bees, butterflies, dragonflies, grasshoppers, everything.Butterflies include white butterflies and yellow butterflies.This butterfly is extremely small and not very pretty.The good-looking one is a big red butterfly with gold dust all over its body. The dragonfly is golden, the grasshopper is green, and the bee flies buzzingly, covered in fluff, and lands on a flower, then becomes round and motionless like a little fur ball.

The garden is bright, red and green, fresh and beautiful. It is said that this garden used to be an orchard.Grandma planted an orchard because she liked to eat fruit.Grandma also likes to raise sheep, and the sheep gnawed the fruit trees.The fruit trees all died.As far as I can remember, there was only one cherry tree and one plum tree in the garden. Because the cherries and plums did not bear much fruit, I felt that they did not exist.When I was young, I only thought there was a big elm tree in the garden. The elm tree is at the northwest corner of the garden. When the wind comes, the elm tree whistles first. When the rain comes, the big elm tree emits smoke first.When the sun came out the leaves of the big elm shone so brightly that they shone like mussel shells on the sand.

My grandfather is in the back garden all day long, and I am also in the back garden with my grandfather.My grandfather wears a big straw hat, and I wear a small straw hat. When my grandfather plants flowers, I plant them; when my grandfather pulls weeds, I pull them.When my grandfather planted seeds and planted cabbage, I followed behind and smoothed the soil nests where the seeds were planted one by one. How could I slip accurately? I kicked east and west. .Some vegetable seeds were not only not covered with soil, but kicked the vegetable seeds away. Cabbage grows very fast, and sprouts sprout within a few days.It can be pulled out and eaten in a blink of an eye.

My grandfather shoveled the ground, and I shoveled the ground too; because I was too young to hold the hoe shaft, my grandfather pulled out the hoe shaft and asked me to shovel only with the "head" of the hoe.In fact, where it is a shovel, it is just crawling on the ground and scratching with a hoe for a while.I can't tell which is the seedling and which is the grass.Leeks are often cut off as weeds, and foxtails are kept as ears of grain. When my grandfather found the piece of foxtail that I shoveled, he asked me, "What is this?" I said, "Muzi." Grandpa laughed, had enough, picked the grass and asked me: "Is this what you eat every day?"

I say yes." I saw that my grandfather was still smiling, so I said, "If you don't believe me, I'll bring it to the house for you to see." I ran into the house and took an ear of grain from the cage, and threw it to my grandfather from a distance.Say, "Isn't it the same?" Grandpa called me over slowly and told me that millet has needles.There is no foxtail, but it is so hairy that it really looks like a dog's tail. Although my grandfather taught me, I didn't read it carefully, but I just admitted it carelessly. When I looked up and saw a cucumber growing up, I ran over to pick it off, and I went to eat cucumbers again.

Perhaps the cucumbers were not finished, and saw a big dragonfly flying by, so he lost the cucumber and went after the dragonfly again.How fast the dragonfly flies, how can it catch up.Fortunately, I didn't intend to catch up at the beginning, so I stood up, followed the dragonfly for a few steps, and then went to do other things. Pick a pumpkin flower heart, catch a big mung bean green grasshopper, tie the grasshopper's leg with a thread, tie it up for a while, maybe the grasshopper's leg will be tied off, and only one leg is tied to the end of the thread, and the grasshopper is gone .

Tired of playing, I ran to my grandfather to make a fuss for a while. My grandfather watered the vegetables, and I also grabbed them to water them. The strange thing was that I didn't pour the vegetables, but took the water ladle and tried my best to pour the water into the sky. Li raised his voice and shouted, "It's raining, it's raining." The sun is huge in the garden, and the sky is very high. The sun is so radiant that it is so bright that people cannot open their eyes. It is so bright that earthworms dare not come out of the ground, and bats dare not fly out of some dark place.

Everything under the sun is healthy and beautiful. When you pat it, even a big tree can make a sound, and when you yell, it seems that the earth wall standing opposite will answer. The flowers bloomed, as if the flowers woke up from sleep.The bird flew, like a bird in the sky.The worm screamed, as if the worm was talking.Everything is alive.They all have unlimited abilities, and they can do whatever they want. Whatever you want, do whatever you want.All are free.If the pumpkin is willing to climb on the shelf, it will climb on the shelf, if it wants to climb on the room, it will climb on the room.If a cucumber is willing to bloom a false flower, it will bloom a false flower, if it is willing to bear a cucumber, it will bear a cucumber.If you don't want to, even a cucumber won't bear fruit, a single flower won't bloom, and no one will ask about it.

The corn can grow as high as it likes. If it wants to grow to the sky, no one cares.Butterflies flew randomly, a pair of yellow butterflies flew from the top of the wall for a while, and a white butterfly flew away from the top of the wall for a while.Whose house did they come from, and whose house did they fly to?The sun doesn't know this either. It's just that the sky is blue and long, high and far away. But when the white clouds came, the big white clouds, like silver sprinkled with flowers, passed over my grandfather's head, as if they were about to press down to the level of my grandfather's straw hat.

I was tired from playing, so I found a shady place under the house and fell asleep.No pillows, no mats, just put a straw hat over your face and go to sleep. two Grandfather's eyes are full of smiles, and his grandfather's smile is often like that of a child. Grandfather was a tall man, in good health, and liked to hold a stick in his hand.He kept smoking his pipe, and whenever he met a child, he often joked, saying, "Look at the house sparrow flying in the sky." While the child was looking at the sky, he stretched out his hand and took off the child's cap, sometimes putting it under the long gown, sometimes putting it inside the cuff."The house sparrow has taken your hat," he said.

The children all knew what their grandfather did, and they didn't think it was surprising, so they hugged his thigh, asked him for a hat, touched his sleeves, and tore at the skirt of his clothes until they found out the hat. Grandfather used to do this and always kept his cap in the same place, always under the cuffs and under the placket. Those children who searched for him never once took out the hat under his skirt, as if he had made an agreement with the children: "I'll put it here, you come and find it!" I don’t know how many times I’ve done this kind of thing, just like the old lady forever telling the story of “Going up the mountain to fight tigers” to the children, even if they have heard it five hundred times, they still clap their hands over and over again. Applause. Whenever the grandfather did this once, the grandfather and the children couldn't help laughing together.It seems that this play is still performed for the first time. Others laughed when they saw my grandfather doing this, but not because of his good technique, but because he used a method to grab the child's hat every day, which is ridiculous. Grandfather is not very good at managing money, and all housework is managed by grandmother.Grandpa just idles freely for a day; I think, fortunately, I have grown up and I am three years old, otherwise my grandfather would be so lonely.I will go, I will run.When I couldn't walk, my grandfather hugged me; when I walked, my grandfather pulled me.All day long, inside and outside the door, never leave, and my grandfather is mostly in the back garden, so I am also in the back garden. When I was little, I had few companions and I was my mother's first child. I remember very early, when I was three years old, I remember my grandmother pricking my finger with a needle, so I didn't like her very much.The windows of my house are all papered on the sides, with glass embedded in the middle. My grandmother is a clean freak, so the window paper in her house is the whitest.As soon as someone hugged me and put me on the edge of my grandmother's kang, I ran into the kang without thinking. When I ran to the window, I stretched out my hand and poked the paper window with the white window lattice a few times. A hole, if you don't stop it, you will have to be pierced next to the row. If someone calls me, I have to speed up and rush to poke a few more to stop.As soon as my finger touched the window, the paper window burst like a snare drum.The more you break, the more proud you are.If my grandmother came to chase me, I would be even more proud, clapping my hands and jumping my feet while laughing. One day my grandmother saw me coming, so she took a big needle and went outside the window to wait for me.As soon as I stretched out my hand, my fingers hurt badly.I cried out, it was my grandmother who stabbed me with a needle. Since then, I have remembered that I don't like her. Although she also gave me sweets, and when she coughed, she ate pork loin and roasted Fritillaria, and she also gave me pork loin, but I still didn't like her after eating pork loin. Before she died, when she was seriously ill, I would scare her.Once she was sitting alone on the kang to boil medicine, and the medicine pot was sitting on the charcoal brazier. Because the room was so quiet, she could hear the medicine pot making the crackling sound.Grandma lives in two houses, the inner and outer rooms, and it happens that there is no one in the outer room, and no one in the inner room, just herself.When I opened the door, grandma didn't see me, so I punched the next door with my fist twice.I heard my grandmother "yo", and the iron fire scissors fell to the ground. When I looked again, my grandmother scolded me.She looked like she was going to come down to the ground and chase me.I just laughed and ran away. I didn't want to take revenge on my grandmother by frightening her like this. I was only five years old and didn't know anything.Maybe it's fun. Grandfather is idle all day long, and grandmother does not assign him any work.There was only one thing, and that was the set of pewter utensils on grandma's floor, but grandpa always wiped them.I don't know if it was assigned to him by his grandmother, or he was willing to work automatically. Whenever my grandfather wiped it, I was not happy. He was often scolded, and his grandmother scolded him for being lazy and not cleaning well.When my grandmother scolded my grandfather, she often scolded me too for some reason. As soon as my grandmother scolded my grandfather, I took my grandfather's hand and walked outside, saying, "Let's go to the back garden." Maybe that's why my grandmother scolded me too. She called her grandfather a "brainless man" and me a "little dead man". I took my grandfather and went to the back garden. As soon as I arrived in the back garden, it was another world. It is by no means the narrow world in that house, but a vast one. Man and the world are together. The world is so vast and far away that the sky cannot be touched with hands.And what is growing on the land is so prosperous that you can't see it all at a glance, and you only feel that there is a piece of bright green in front of you. As soon as I arrived in the back garden, I ran out aimlessly, as if I had spotted something and ran there, as if something was waiting for me there.In fact, I have no purpose.I just feel that everything in this garden is alive, as if my legs have to jump. If it wasn't for jumping with all the strength in the whole body, it would be impossible for my grandfather to greet me because he was afraid that I would be tired. When I can't run anymore, I sit down to rest. The rest is also very fast. I just pick a cucumber from the seedling and eat it. Rest well and run again. The cherry tree obviously didn't bear cherries, so he ran to the tree to look for cherries.The plum tree looked half dead. If it didn't bear plums, it went looking for plums.While searching, he shouted loudly and asked his grandfather: "Grandpa, why doesn't the cherry tree bear cherries?" The grandfather replied from afar: "Because there are no flowers, there will be no cherries." Ask again: "Why doesn't the cherry tree bloom?" Grandpa said: "Because you are greedy, it will not bloom." As soon as I heard this, I obviously laughed at my words, so I ran to my grandfather as if very angry.When my grandfather raised his eyes, he looked at me with completely harmless eyes, and I immediately smiled.And it took a long time to stop laughing, I don't know where the joy came from.It disturbed me for a while in the back garden. I don't know how loud I laughed, and I felt it was deafening. There is a rose in the back garden.It blooms in May.Open until June.The flowers are as big as a saucer.It blooms very luxuriantly, and the trees are all over the place. Because of the fragrance of the flowers, many bees are attracted, buzzing around the rose tree. When I got tired of everything else, I thought of picking roses, picked a lot of them, took off the straw hat and put them in the hood.In picking the flower there are two fears, the one of the stinger of the bee, and the stinger of the rose.I finally picked a lot of them, but I didn’t know what to do after I picked them.Suddenly it was whimsical, how beautiful this flower would be if it was worn by my grandfather. Grandfather squatted on the ground to pull weeds, and I put flowers on him.Grandpa only knew I was playing tricks on his hat, not what I was doing.I put a circle of flowers in his straw hat for him, twenty or thirty bright red flowers.I was laughing at the same time, when I heard my grandfather say, "It rained a lot this spring, and our roses are blooming so fragrantly. I'm afraid I can smell it in Erlilu." Just made me shiver with laughter.I barely have the support ability to plug it in again.When I finished inserting it, my grandfather still didn't know it safely.He still pulls out the grass on the ridge.I ran far away and stood there, I didn't dare to look at my grandfather, I wanted to laugh when I saw it.So I took the opportunity to go into the house to find something to eat, and before I got back to the garden, my grandfather also came in. Grandma saw the red flowers as soon as she came in.Seeing that she didn't say anything, she laughed.My father and mother also laughed, and I laughed the hardest, rolling on the kang laughing. Grandpa took off his hat and saw that the fragrance of the rose was not because of the heavy rain this spring, but because the flower was on his head. He put down his hat, and he couldn't stop laughing for more than ten minutes. After a while, he remembered and laughed again. Grandpa just forgot a little bit, so I mentioned it next to him and said, "Grandpa...it's raining a lot this spring..." As soon as I mentioned it, my grandfather laughed.So I also rolled on the kang. Just like this day by day, grandfather, backyard, and me, these three things are one and indispensable. It was windy and rainy, and my grandfather didn't know what to do, but he was very lonely to me.There is no place to go, no place to play, and I feel that there are so many days in this day. three But this back garden has to be closed once a year. After the autumn rain, the garden began to wither, yellow and yellow, and faded. It seemed that all the flowers died soon, as if someone had destroyed them. They were all not as healthy as before, as if they were all tired and going to rest, as if they were going to pack up and go home. The big elm tree also shed its leaves. When my grandfather and I sat under the tree occasionally, the leaves fell on my face.Leaves are flying all over the backyard. Not long after, heavy snow fell again, and the back garden was buried. The back door leading to the garden was also sealed with mud, so thick that it was covered with hoarfrost all winter. My family lives in five houses, two shared by my grandmother and grandfather, and two shared by my mother and father.My grandmother lived in the West House, and my mother lived in the East House. It is five main rooms in a row, with the kitchen in the middle, all with glass windows, blue brick walls, and tile rooms. In my grandmother's house, one is the outer room and the other is the inner room.In the outer room, there are large reclining boxes, long tables and chairs.Red cushions are spread on the chairs, cinnabar bottles are placed on the couch, and a clock is placed on the long table.On either side of the clock stood cap holders.There is no hat hanging on the cap barrel, but a few peacock feathers. When I was young, I liked this peacock feather. I said it had golden eyes, and I always wanted to touch it with my hand, but my grandmother would definitely not let me touch it. My grandmother has a cleanliness freak. There is also a clock on my grandmother's lying box. That clock is very strange. It depicts a big girl in ancient clothes, as if alive. Whenever I go to my grandmother's house, if there is no one in the house, she will She always stares at me with her eyes. I told my grandfather several times, and my grandfather said: "It's a painting, she doesn't know how to stare at people." I must say that she can stare, because I can see that her eyeballs seem to be rolling. There are also small people carved on the grandma's big lying box, all of them are dressed in ancient clothes, with wide sleeves, hats and feathers.The box is full of engravings, there are about twenty or thirty people, and there are people who eat wine, eat, and bow... I always wanted to take a closer look, but my grandmother wouldn't let me get close. I was still far away, so she said, "Don't touch it with your hands, your hands are dirty." In the grandmother's inner room, there is a very weird wall clock hanging on the wall. Below the wall clock are two ears of iron-wrapped rice hanging from iron chains.Iron-wrapped rice is much bigger than real rice, and it looks very heavy, and it seems that it can kill a person.Looking into the wall clock, it is even more bizarre. There is a little man with blue eyes, the pendulum strikes every second, and when the pendulum strikes, the eyes roll at the same time. That villain has yellow hair, blue eyes, and is too different from me. Although my grandfather told me that she was from a Maozi, I don't recognize her. I don't think she looks like anyone. So every time I look at this wall clock, I just look at it for a long time, and I feel a little dazed.I thought: Does this Maozi always stay in the clock?Never come down to play? The native language of foreigners in Hulan River is called "Maoziren".When I was four or five years old, I had never seen a Maozi person, and I thought it was because of her curly hair. In addition to these things, there are many other things in my grandmother's house, because I didn't have much interest in other things at that time, so I only remembered these three or five things. In my mother's room, there were not even such eccentric objects. They were all ordinary gilt cabinets, hat holders, vases, etc. Nothing interesting, I didn't remember it. In the organization of these five houses, in addition to four rooms and one kitchen, there are also two very small and extremely dark back rooms.One for the grandmother and one for the mother. There are all kinds of things in there, because it is a storage room. Jars and jars, chests and cabinets, baskets and baskets.In addition to the things at home, there are other people's deposits. It's dark in there, and you have to go in with a lamp to see it.There are many rats and cobwebs there.The air is not very good, and there is always a tangy and medicine-like smell. I think this storage room is very interesting. If you open any box, there must be some beautiful things inside, such as filigree threads, silk strips of various colors, fragrant purses, waistbands, trouser legs, horseshoe sleeves, and embroidered collars. Antique, the colors are very nice.There are often blue and emerald earrings or rings in the box, and when I see them, I have to play with one as soon as I see it, and my mother often throws one to me. There are also some tables with drawers. When you open them, there are more interesting things, such as copper rings, wooden knives, bamboo rulers, and Guanyin powder.These are things I haven't seen anywhere else.And the drawer is never locked.So I often open it at will, and when I open it, I search out everything, seemingly indiscriminately, holding a wooden knife in my left hand and Guanyin powder in my right hand, chopping here and drawing there.Later I got a small saw, and with this saw, I began to destroy things, sawing on the legs of chairs, and sawing on the edge of the bed.I actually sawed my own little wooden knife too bad. Whether eating or sleeping, I bring these things with me. When I eat, I use this small saw to saw steamed buns.Sleeping and dreaming, I still shouted: "Where is my little saw?" The storage room seems to have become a place for me to explore.I often opened the door and went in while my mother was not in the house.This storage room also has a rear window, and there was a little light in the second half of the day, so I took advantage of the light to open the drawer. The drawer has been almost exhausted by me, and there is nothing new.After flipping through it for a while, I felt that it was no longer interesting, so I came out.In the end, I even took out a piece of glue and a piece of rope, and emptied all five drawers. In addition to the drawers and the baskets and cages, I dare not move them. Everything seems to be black. The dust is so thick and there are so many cobwebs and threads, so I don’t even want to touch those things. I remember one time when I went to a very deep place in this dark room, a loud object hit my foot. I felt it and hugged it to a bright place. When the dust was scratched, it was revealed that it was made of red glass. When I was one or two years old, I probably saw lanterns, but when I was four or five years old, I didn’t know them anymore.I don't know what this is.I held it and asked my grandfather. My grandfather wiped it clean for me and lit a foreign candle inside, so I was so happy that I ran around the house with a lantern. I ran for several days until I broke the lantern. I came across another piece of wood in the dark room. This piece of wood was carved with flowers. When I touched it with my hand, it was very rough. I took it out and saw it with a small saw.Grandpa saw it and said, "This is a board for printing posts." I don't know what a post is. My grandfather painted a piece of ink and showed me one. I only saw a few villains printed out.There are also some messy flowers and words.Grandpa said: "When our family boils the pot, we use this stamp to post. This is a hundred hanging...and five ten hanging and ten hanging..." My grandfather printed a lot for me, and printed some red ones for me in Devil Red. I also took out the Qing Dynasty hat with tassels and put it on.I also took out my boss's goose-feather fan many years ago to blow the wind.I found a bottle of saren, which is a medicine for stomach problems. My mother took it, and I took it too. Soon, I got all these things from eight hundred years ago.Some are kept by the grandmother, some are the relics of the married aunt, they have been placed in that dark place for many years without even being touched, some are about to rot, some are full of worms, because Those things have long been forgotten by people, as if there is no such thing in the world anymore.But today suddenly came before their eyes again, and they regained their memories as if they were shocked. Whenever I took out a new thing, my grandmother saw it and said, "How many years ago! This is what your aunt played at home..." Grandpa saw it, and said, "This is what your second aunt used when she was at home..." This is your aunt's fan, and that is your third aunt's flower shoes...there are all the origins.But I don't know who is my third aunt and who is my eldest aunt.Maybe I saw them when I was one or two years old, but when I was four or five years old, I didn't remember them. My grandmother had three daughters, all of whom were married by the time I was growing up.It can be seen that there will be no children in twenty or thirty years.Now it's just me.In fact, there was a little brother, but he was only one and a half years old at that time, so he was not counted. The things that were placed in the house many years ago have not been touched. They live a life that neither moves forward nor looks back. Everything in the past is considered forgotten, and they do not actively hope for the future. Day by day, they lived in the rations prepared for them by their ancestors without any complaints. When I was born, I first gave my grandfather infinite joy, and when I grew up, my grandfather loved me very much.It made me feel that in this world, having a grandfather is enough, so what are you afraid of?Although my father's indifference, my mother's vicious words, and my grandmother's pricking my finger with needles are nothing.What's more, there is a back garden!Although the back garden was closed by ice and snow, the storage room was discovered again.There are endless things here, and the treasures here are all things that I can't imagine, which makes me feel that there are so many things in this world!And everything is fun and novel. For example, I got a pack of paint, which is China's big green. The paint is shining golden, but when I paint it on my nails, the nails turn green. When I paint it on my arm, my arm immediately flies like a leaf. . It's really beautiful, and it's really inexplicable, so I'm secretly happy in my heart, could it be that I got a baby? Got a piece of Guanyin powder.Swipe this Avalokitesvara powder on the door, and the door will become white; if you swipe it on the window, the window will become white.This is really strange, maybe the ink that my grandfather wrote was black ink, but this is white ink. Got a round piece of glass, which my grandfather said was a "microscope".He took a photo under the sun, and even illuminated a bag of cigarettes that his grandfather had packed. How delightful it should be, everything can change.You see it is a piece of scrap iron, maybe it will be useful, for example, I picked up a square piece of iron with a small nest on it.Grandpa put the hazelnuts in the nest and gave me some hazelnuts to eat.Fighting in this small nest is not known how many times faster than biting with teeth. What's more, my grandfather is old, and his teeth are probably not very good. I move out from that dark room every day, and there are new ones every day.Move out a batch, get tired of playing, break it, and move it again. Therefore, my grandfather and grandmother often sighed. They said it was so many years ago, even before my third aunt was born.How many years ago was that, and I got it from my great-grandfather when the family was separated.What kind of thing was given by someone, and that family has been ruined to this day, but this thing still exists. It was the vine bracelet I was playing with. Grandma said that she wore this bracelet. One summer, she was carrying my eldest aunt back to her mother’s house in a small car. On the way, she met a bandit and picked off the gold earrings. went without asking for the bracelet.If it was gold or silver, it would be so dangerous, and it would definitely be snatched away. I listened and asked her, "Where is my aunt?" The grandfather laughed, and the grandmother said, "Your aunt's children are older than you." It turned out to be forty years ago, how would I know.But the rattan bracelet was on my hand. I raised my hand and shook it for a while. The bracelet turned like a windmill. The bracelet was too big, and my hand was too thin. When my grandmother saw me taking out all the old things, she often scolded me: "You child, there is nothing you don't want to play with, you are so small..." Although she said so, she was able to see this thing again in broad daylight, and it seemed to give her some memory satisfaction.So she said that I was not very strict, of course I didn't listen to her, and I should take it as usual. So the things in my house that hadn't seen the light of day for a long time were able to see the light of day after I touched them.So the bad ones, the ones that were thrown away, all disappeared from then on. The first winter I can remember passed like this.I don't feel very lonely, but it's better than playing in the back garden.But children are easy to forget, so they go with the flow. Four In the summer of the second year, a lot of leeks were planted in the back garden because my grandmother liked to eat dumplings stuffed with leeks. But when the leeks grew, my grandmother became seriously ill and couldn't eat the leeks, and no one else in the family ate the leeks, so the leeks were left unused in the garden. Because my grandmother was seriously ill, the house was very lively. My eldest aunt and my second aunt came. The second aunt came in her own car.The mule pulling the cart with a bell on it clattered to a stop in front of the window. A child jumped out of the car first. The child was a little taller than me and was the second aunt's son. His nickname was "Xiao Lan", and my grandfather asked me to call him Brother Lan. I don't remember anything else, except that I led him to the back garden not long after. Tell him this is a rose tree, this is a foxtail, and this is a cherry tree.Cherry trees don't bear cherries, I told him that too. I don't know if he has seen me before this, but I have not seen him. When I took him to the southeast corner to see the plum tree, he said, "This tree died the year before last." What he said surprised me.How did he know that the tree was dead?Immediately, a feeling of jealousy came to my heart, I felt that this garden belonged to me and my grandfather, and other people should not even know it. I asked him, "So have you been to our house?" He said he was here. This made me even angrier, why didn't I know he came? I asked him again, "When did you come here?" He said that the year before last, he also brought me a hairy monkey.He asked me: "Have you forgotten? You ran away holding that hairy monkey, and you cried when you fell down!" No matter how I think about it, I can't remember it.But he finally gave me a hairy monkey, which shows that he is very kind to me, so I am not angry with him anymore. We've been playing together every day since. He is three years older than me, and already eight years old. He said that he had studied in school, and he brought a few books with him. At night, he showed me the books under the kerosene lamp.There are villains, scissors, and houses in the book.Because they were all accompanied by pictures, I seemed to recognize even the word when I saw it. I said, "This reads scissors, and this reads house." He said it was wrong: "This is the reading room, this is the reading room." I took it over and took a closer look, and sure enough it was one word, not two. I read it according to the picture, so I was wrong. I also have a box of squares, with pictures on this side and words on the other side, and I also took it out to show him what he has been playing with since then.Whether my grandmother was seriously ill or not, I don't know.But a few days before she died, she put on new clothes all over her body, as if she was going out to be a guest.Said that he was afraid that he would not have time to put on clothes when he died. Because the grandmother was seriously ill, the family was very lively, and many relatives came.I'm busy, I don't know what to do.Some took some white cloth and tore it piece by piece, very loudly, while someone nearby was sewing the white cloth with a needle.Others put a small pot with rice in it, and covered the mouth of the pot with a red cloth.Some built a fire at the gate of the back garden, and fried dough cakes in the iron fire spoon.Ask her: "What is this?" "This is a dog-beating pastry." She said that there are eighteen gates in the underworld, and when they pass the dog gate, the dog will come up to bite people, and if they are beaten with this cake, the dog will stop biting people after eating the cake. It seems to be talking nonsense and listening to it, but I didn't listen to it. The more people there are at home, the lonelier I will be. When I go into the house and ask about this and that, I don’t understand anything.Grandfather also seemed to have forgotten me.I caught a very big grasshopper from the back garden and showed it to him, but he didn't even look at it, so he said, "That's great, that's great, let's go play in the back garden!" When the new brother Lang didn't accompany me, I played alone in the back garden. Fives Grandma is dead, and everyone went to the Dragon King Temple to report that the temple has returned.And I was still playing in the back garden. It was raining in the back garden, and I wanted to go into the house to get a straw hat. I walked to the sauce jar (the sauce jar in my house was placed in the back garden), and when I saw it, raindrops fell on the jar hat.I think the tank hat should be big, and it must be better than a straw hat to cover the rain. So I turned it down from the tank, and it rolled around for a while when it reached the ground. At this time, it rained heavily.I managed to get into the vat of hats with difficulty.Because the tank hat is too big, almost as tall as me. I walked a few steps against it and felt that the sky was dark.And it is very heavy, very laborious. And where I have gone, I don't know, I only know that the raindrops are patting on the top of my head, Looking down at the feet, there are only some foxtails and leeks under the feet.I found a place where the leeks were very thick, and I sat down. Once I sat down, the vat of hats clasped me like a small house.This is much better than standing, and the hat doesn't have to be on the top of the head, but the hat is on the leek ground.But it was so dark inside that I couldn't see anything. At the same time, when I heard any sound, I felt that it was far away.The big tree was humming in the wind and rain, as if the big tree had been moved to someone else's yard. The leeks are planted on the north wall, and I am sitting on the leeks.The base of the north wall is far away from the family house, and the noisy voice in the house seems to come from afar. I listened carefully for a while, but I couldn't hear anything, so I sat in my own hut.This hut is so good that it is not afraid of wind or rain.When I stood up and walked, I walked away with my head on the roof, how brisk it was. In fact, it is very heavy, and it is very difficult to lift it up. Wearing a tank hat, I groped all the way to the back door, and I wanted to show it to my grandpa. The sill at the back of my house is so high that I can't even walk through it, because the tank hat is too big for me to lift my legs.After finally pulling the legs with both hands, after doing it for a long time, it finally passed.Although I entered the house, I still didn't know where my grandfather was, so I yelled, and during this yelling, my father kicked me over, almost kicking me onto the fire in the stove.The cylinder hat is also rolling on the ground. When someone picked me up, I saw that the people in the room were completely wrong, all wearing white clothes. Looking again, grandma didn't sleep on the kang, but on a long board. Grandma has died since then. six After the grandmother died, many relatives continued to come to the family. Some of them took incense and paper, went to the funeral and cried for a while before returning.Some came with big and small bags and stayed there. There was a trumpet blowing in front of the gate, a coffin was set up in the yard, and the crying was going on all day long. Monks and Taoists were invited to come, and the noise continued until midnight, and everyone who came was eating, drinking, talking and laughing. I also thought it was fun, so I was very happy.Plus I didn't have a little companion before, but now I do.比我大的，比我小的，共有四五个。我们上树爬墙，几乎连房顶也要上去了。 他们带我到小门洞子顶上去捉鸽子，搬了梯子到房檐头上去捉家雀。后花园虽然大，已经装不下我了。 我跟着他们到井口边去往井里边看，那井是多么深，我从未见过。在上边喊一声，里边有人回答。用一个小石子投下去，那响声是很深远的。 他们带我到粮食房子去，到碾磨房去，有时候竟把我带到街上，是已经离开家了，不跟着家人在一起，我是从来没有走过这样远。 不料除了后园之外，还有更大的地方，我站在街上，不是看什么热闹，不是看那街上的行人车马，而是心里边想：是不是我将来一个人也可以走得很远？ 有一天，他们把我带到南河沿上去了，南河沿离我家本不算远，也不过半里多地。可是因为我是第一次去，觉得实在很远。走出汗来了。走过一个黄土坑，又过一个南大营，南大营的门口，有兵把守门。那营房的院子大得在我看来太大了，实在是不应该。我们的院子就够大的了，怎么能比我们家的院子更大呢，大得有点不大好看了，我走过了，我还回过头来看。 路上有一家人家，把花盆摆到墙头上来了，我觉得这也不大好，若是看不见人家偷去呢！ 还看见了一座小洋房，比我们家的房不知好了多少倍。若问我，哪里好？ 我也说不出来，就觉得那房子是一色新，不像我家的房子那么陈旧。 我仅仅走了半里多路，我所看见的可太多了。所以觉得这南河沿实在远。 问他们：“到了没有？” 他们说：“就到的，就到的。” 果然，转过了大营房的墙角，就看见河水了。 我第一次看见河水，我不能晓得这河水是从什么地方来的？走了几年了？ 那河太大了，等我走到河边上，抓了一把沙子抛下去，那河水简直没有因此而脏了一点点。河上有船，但是不很多，有的往东去了，有的往西去了。 也有的划到河的对岸去的，河的对岸似乎没有人家，而是一片柳条林。再往远看，就不能知道那是什么地方了，因为也没有人家，也没有房子，也看不见道路，也听不见一点音响。 我想将来是不是我也可以到那没有人的地方去看一看。 除了我家的后园，还有街道。除了街道，还有大河。除了大河，还有柳条林。除了柳条林，还有更远的，什么也没有的地方，什么也看不见的地方，什么声音也听不见的地方。 究竟除了这些，还有什么，我越想越不知道了。 就不用说这些我未曾见过的。就说一个花盆吧，就说一座院子吧。院子和花盆，我家里都有。但说那营房的院子就比我家的大，我家的花盆是摆在后园里的，人家的花盆就摆到墙头上来了。 可见我不知道的一定还有。 所以祖母死了，我竟聪明了。 seven 祖母死了，我就跟祖父学诗。因为祖父的屋子空着，我就闹着一定要睡在祖父那屋。 早晨念诗，晚上念诗，半夜醒了也是念诗。念了一阵，念困了再睡去。 祖父教我的有，并没有课本，全凭口头传诵，祖父念一句，我就念一句。 祖父说：“少小离家老大回……” 我也说：“少小离家老大回……” 都是些什么字，什么意思，我不知道，只觉得念起来那声音很好听。所以很高兴地跟着喊。我喊的声音，比祖父的声音更大。 我一念起诗来，我家的五间房都可以听见，祖父怕我喊坏了喉咙，常常警告着我说：“房盖被你抬走了。” 听了这笑话，我略微笑了一会工夫，过不了多久，就又喊起来了。 夜里也是照样地喊，母亲吓唬我，说再喊她要打我。 祖父也说：“没有你这样念诗的，你这不叫念诗，你这叫乱叫。” 但我觉得这乱叫的习惯不能改，若不让我叫，我念它干什么。每当祖父教我一个新诗，一开头我若听了不好听，我就说：“不学这个。” 祖父于是就换一个，换一个不好，我还是不要。 “春眠不觉晓，处处闻啼鸟，夜来风雨声，花落知多少。” 这一首诗，我很喜欢，我一念到第二句，“处处闻啼鸟”那处处两字，我就高兴起来了。觉得这首诗，实在是好，真好听“处处”该多好听。 还有一首我更喜欢的：“重重叠叠上楼台，几度呼童扫不开。 刚被太阳收拾去，又为明月送将来。 " 就这“几度呼童扫不开”，我根本不知道什么意思，就念成西沥忽通扫不开。 越念越觉得好听，越念越有趣味。 还当客人来了，祖父总是呼我念诗的，我就总喜念这一首。 那客人不知听懂了与否，只是点头说好。 Eight 就这样瞎念，到底不是久计。念了几十首之后，祖父开讲了。 “少小离家老大回，乡音无改鬓毛衰。” 祖父说：“这是说小时候离开了家到外边去，老了回来了。乡音无改鬓毛衰，这是说家乡的口音还没有改变，胡子可白了。” 我问祖父：“为什么小的时候离家？离家到哪里去？” 祖父说：“好比爷像你那么大离家，现在老了回来了，谁还认识呢？儿童相见不相识，笑问客从何处来。小孩子见了就招呼着说：你这个白胡老头，是从哪里来的？” 我一听觉得不大好，赶快就问祖父：“我也要离家的吗？等我胡子白了回来，爷爷你也不认识我了吗？” 心里很恐惧。 祖父一听就笑了：“等你老了还有爷爷吗？” 祖父说完了，看我还是不很高兴，他又赶快说：“你不离家的，你哪里能够离家……快再念一首诗吧！念春眠不觉晓……” 我一念起春眠不觉晓来，又是满口的大叫，得意极了。完全高兴，什么都忘了。 但从此再读新诗，一定要先讲的，没有讲过的也要重讲。似乎那大嚷大叫的习惯稍稍好了一点。 “两个黄鹂鸣翠柳，一行白鹭上青天。” 这首诗本来我也很喜欢的，黄梨是很好吃的。经祖父这一讲，说是两个鸟。于是不喜欢了。 “去年今日此门中，人面桃花相映红。 人面不知何处去，桃花依旧笑春风。 " 这首诗祖父讲了我也不明白，但是我喜欢这首。因为其中有桃花。桃树一开了花不就结桃吗？桃子不是好吃吗？ 所以每念完这首诗，我就接着问祖父：“今年咱们的樱桃树花开不开花？” Nine 除了念诗之外，还很喜欢吃。 记得大门洞子东边那家是养猪的，一个大猪在前边走，一群小猪跟在后边。有一天一个小猪掉井了，人们用抬土的筐子把小猪从井吊了上来。吊上来，那小猪早已死了。井口旁边围了很多人看热闹，祖父和我也在旁边看热闹。 那小猪一被打上来，祖父就说他要那小猪。 祖父把那小猪抱到家里，用黄泥裹起来，放在灶坑里烧上了，烧好了给我吃。 我站在炕沿旁边，那整个的小猪，就摆在我的眼前，祖父把那小猪一撕开，立刻就冒了油，真香，我从来没有吃过那么香的东西，从来没有吃过那么好吃的东西。第二次，又有一只鸭子掉井了，祖父也用黄泥包起来，烧上给我吃了。 在祖父烧的时候，我也帮着忙，帮着祖父搅黄泥，一边喊着，一边叫着，好象拉拉队似的给祖父助兴。 鸭子比小猪更好吃，那肉是不怎样肥的。所以我最喜欢吃鸭子。 我吃，祖父在旁边看着。祖父不吃。等我吃完了，祖父才吃。他说我的牙齿小，怕我咬不动，先让我选嫩的吃，我吃剩了的他才吃。 祖父看我每咽下去一口，他就点一下头。而且高兴地说：“这小东西真馋，”或是“这小东西吃得真快。” 我的手满是油，随吃随在大襟上擦着，祖父看了也并不生气，只是说：“快蘸点盐吧，快蘸点韭菜花吧，空口吃不好，等会要反胃的……” 说着就捏几个盐粒放在我手上拿着的鸭子肉上。我一张嘴又进肚去了。 祖父越称赞我能吃，我越吃得多。祖父看看不好了，怕我吃多了。让我停下，我才停下来。我明明白白的是吃不下去了，可是我嘴里还说着：“一个鸭子还不够呢！” 自此吃鸭子的印象非常之深，等了好久，鸭子再不掉到井里，我看井沿有一群鸭子，我拿秫杆就往井里边赶，可是鸭子不进去，围着井口转，而呱呱地叫着。我就招呼了在旁边看热闹的小孩子，我说：“帮我赶哪！” 正在吵吵叫叫的时候，祖父奔到了，祖父说：“你在干什么？” I say: “赶鸭子，鸭子掉井，捞出来好烧吃。” 祖父说：“不用赶了，爷爷抓个鸭子给你烧着。” 我不听他的话，我还是追在鸭子的后边跑着。 祖父上前来把我拦住了，抱在怀里，一面给我擦着汗一面说：“跟爷爷回家，抓个鸭子烧上。” 我想：不掉井的鸭子，抓都抓不住，可怎么能规规矩矩贴起黄泥来让烧呢？于是我从祖父的身上往下挣扎着，喊着：“我要掉井的！我要掉井的！” 祖父几乎抱不住我了。