Chapter 17 02

The hair cut off on the forehead has grown very long again.In the past, I couldn't bear to look at the hair that was randomly cut.Wrapped in a headscarf for a long time, she looked like a little girl of different races.The fourth brother found another hired worker in a distant village, a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old.The young man maintained his forehead like a little warrior, and her mood improved.But the dark clouds still cover the sky from time to time, her brow furrowed, and everyone felt heavy immediately.Bell often cooks some good dishes, and most of his heart is to drum up his forehead.The spotted tiger screamed at the gate of the garden, and when the bell rang, it ran out with flour on its hands, yelling to greet the guests.

Now there are more regular visitors to the vineyard, bringing all kinds of news.Most of these news are not pleasant, such as the vicious accidents in the mining area, the drying up of the reservoir in the southern mountainous area, the explosion of the oil depot, and the lease of 2,000 acres of land on the seashore to foreigners as a "high-tech development zone"...I always feel that everything is going to the future. Our vineyards are coming.We are like the descendants of those Laiyi people who kept retreating, and finally had to lose this small piece of cape... The days are getting cooler.Come on in winter, in winter we will light a fire, sit around and tell stories.In winter we have to close the house door, boil a pot of old tea, and separate from the outside world.

The one who comes the most in this paragraph is the female gardener.She was already preparing to retreat to the city, bored, and often yelled fiercely in the hut.Once she said: "Let me find an old Red Army!" Where can I find an "Old Red Army"?The fourth brother Kidnap was smoking a cigarette, and stretched out his big hands to bring his forehead to his side.The female gardener moved to the side of the forehead while shouting.The forehead was leaning against the fourth brother like a lamb, and the big black eyes looked at the female gardener in panic. I long for a real winter snow.The bigger it goes, the better.There was too much to cover on the plain, and the ground was too dry.thirsty!Thirst—thirst—at midnight, the wild birds called out one after another because of their unbearable thirst.This cry made people unable to fall asleep again.

The white snow never fell.Maybe the quality of the snow is too clean, it is beginning to get tired of the plain... the mother-like plain, don't be disappointed, the blessings that should come will always come... [Ancient song fragment] From here walked away the king of Laiyi. A piece of mast sail covers the sky and the earth, and the wounds of armor and knives are covered with frost. There was no sound at dawn, only the empty ancient port remained... From then on, the good harbor, the mulberry garden, and the boundless rice beans all fell into the hands of Di Rong. Long sigh, hundreds of boats gather, hard to look back, land of fish and rice.

King Yingzheng climbed to Mount Laishan, and Xu Fu was summoned to pay a visit to the first emperor. The east patrol cars and horses are mighty, and the Yanjing Festival flag covers the mountains and deserts. The first emperor was dressed in a black gown suit, a black crown on his head, and his sword, Lu Luxi, shone coldly... Ask the alchemist from Xu Township, when will he pick up the elixir and present it to the first emperor? Xu Fu played: The waterways are dangerous, and there are even sea monsters and sharks blocking the ocean. The minister will get the five grains and all kinds of craftsmen, please get sacrifices, and reward them heavily,

Three thousand virgins and boys are entrusted to the king of the sea... Prepare another hundred ships and sail out of the Huangshui River Port with good wind... Skillful craftsmen gather and sages arrive, and the people are busy cutting wood and forging. Tens of thousands of lanterns are hung on the head of the Yellow River, and the keel is made day and night to make oars. Qin soldiers are like tigers and wolves, and there are endless tears in hard labor. That sage in Xu Township, what kind of heart do you have? Swallowed the rice of Laiyi and served the king of Dirong... Xu Fu was wronged and had no words to argue, swallowing the sadness on his lips.

"Quickly swing the ax and chisel, and sail out of the eastern border as soon as possible, I have seen the Three Gods Mountain, flashing with colorful golden light... My emperor blessed Dongyi and broadcast rain and dew to Xuxiang. " His white hair covers his temples, and he keeps his worries and thoughts in his heart. Seeing that the reeds are growing lushly, and the summer grass is nourished by the rain... Food and grass enter the camp, men and women are selected, buildings and boats are crowded and flags are flying. Neighbors in the east and homes in the west weep and mourn, life and death are broken.

Who said that after two years of picking a fairy medicine? Miaomiao is boundless, the wind is raging and the waves are mad... That sage in Xu Township, what kind of heart do you have? Who has no wife and children, who has no father and mother? Fifteen years old, naive and childish, never see rice yellow by the Yellow River... When the westerly wind blows, hundreds of boats hoist the sails, fast and rest, and sacrifice to the king of the sea. The handsome and righteous man pretends to be a hundred workers, and only waits for the sound of the horn to set the anchor and close the plan...

Three days of sacrifice at the foot of Qianshan Mountain, father and son bid farewell to each other with bitter tears. Suddenly a galloping horse flew over here, and an imperial decree came to Xu Township: Sons do not follow their fathers, wives do not follow their husbands, take advantage of the wind and water, and paddle quickly! Insidious but Ying Zhengxi civil servants and military generals are all strong... Tears swell and the boat floats, and when it is gone, there is no sound and the sea is vast... The evacuation by the Yellow River was more than two thousand years ago.Is this unfathomably distant time?It is the mileage of this period of time that makes human memory so blurred that there are endless disputes over where to set sail.One of the most important events in human history can be so easily confused.What is particularly intolerable is that in Xu Fu's hometown, people's misunderstandings have reached an extremely absurd level.They would rather regard such an eminent person as a charlatan with a passion for plastering pills and stones, and adept at witchcraft...

That's how people forget... How I hate "forgotten".I think this is the most terrible inferiority of human beings, the most shameful scar disease.Without memory, there is no rationality.All ugliness and filth are violated wantonly under the cover of the vague smoke of memory.Humanity is killing all its hopes with oblivion. A person must repeatedly explore and pursue one's own experience, one's own accurate knowledge, and one's own memory; to discuss, one must strengthen it in mutual telling.This is of paramount importance in modern life, literally a matter of life and death.

In fact, life is constantly repeating—repetition in a relative sense.Every repetition leaves a heavy price.If human beings can overcome forgetting, they can avoid 80% of the misfortunes in the future. Because of this, I am looking for a quiet place, and at this moment I keep asking myself: What did my mother tell me when she was alive?And my best friend, lover, brother, and enemy—what did they tell me?Of all the things I have heard and seen, how many have I firmly grasped and recognized?Is there any misunderstanding in this? This is asking.For me, its significance cannot be overestimated.It will make it possible for me to watch my words, deeds and thoughts clearly, and break out of confusion. To overcome forgetting, one must first start with the understanding of one's own family.How can a person be trusted if he can't even be familiar with the gains and losses of his relatives!To fully understand them, the stories and history around them; to be fair to one's own loved ones.The story of a family, the root of their occurrence, and the meaning of the ending all have to be asked from the beginning—"Why? For what?!" As a latecomer, do we need to approach our family or leave it? If you leave—if you approach—I know this is a once-in-a-lifetime choice.As long as I think of the seriousness of this choice, I dare not relax. I have to imagine the history and people not far away from me again and again, such as my father, my mother, my grandfather and grandmother, my grandfather in the forest, my father’s uncle and grandfather, and more recent people and things—the mountain that died in the heavy snow The teacher, my tutor in 03, the old professor who stutters... What is the indelible significance of their deeds?Of course, they were not born just to walk into such stories, but to capture the flickering light in their hearts seriously and meticulously.There is something eternal there, like finding a grain of metal in the dust of the world.Just to obtain it, each of them died without regrets and went through all kinds of hardships.It was really a fight that paid off with death. They are all kinds of people, but they all pursue their own beliefs, firmly believe in it, cling to it, entrust and mortgage their lifelong happiness to it.Even a stubborn character like his father's uncle and grandfather lived a pure life.How calmly he looked in the face of the imminent death, he never thought of begging. Among my unforgettable relatives and my elder brother's close friends and mentors, only my grandmother and the old man in the forest were people who had little formal education: among them, the old man didn't even read a book for a day.To my surprise, this did not fundamentally block and affect his intellect.He grasped the distinction between good and evil almost instinctively, and never lost his judgment throughout his life. I believe they have an imprint that will never disappear in their memory: not only remembering their own, but also remembering others; not only remembering the close, but also remembering the distant; Remember the suffering together.So they have expectations for all kinds of opportunities, crimes and punishments, beauty and ugliness, honor and disgrace, and the evolution and overlap of all these.They never lose their vigilance in their hearts, they are always prepared and burdened—they are burdened with responsibilities and vigilances that do not belong to them, especially human sins... They have a heavy and perfect life, until they finally give themselves a perfect one.They live like people. When the thread of suffering entangles them, they will try their best to break free, but the purpose of breaking free is by no means to unload the burden on others.The unbearable heaviness, the heaviness like a rock, has been pressed down for a lifetime, and pressed them into the soil—at the last moment, what they thought about the most was probably the root of suffering; Stepping back from the standpoint of questioning - that's what's shocking. I watched in amazement and reverence at the vanished figures.Praise is no longer enough.They have made mistakes and flaws in their lives, but their cleanliness cannot be questioned.I love them and I will never forget the nourishment they gave me. So everything is approaching, half of the trees in the garden are destroyed, what's next?I dread to think of the eventual shattering of the vineyards...we will pay the most expensive things to stop it. I have invested too much in my beloved vineyard; I don't know how to deal with mere immediate problems.How to install the small drum forehead?This is not an ordinary hired worker, because she has given herself to this land, and has almost given her all to it; she cannot lose this garden... and the fourth brother and his wife, their home is the hut in the garden, Already ready to spend the rest of my life here. We will have to find new land, a place to live on land.My trek will be doubly difficult.I don't think there was a residence before, it was just a precarious post.May the wandering together come later; even if the hut collapses and we have to take the tiger to transfer, there will be no regrets.Wandering may be another reality of life. I tried to ask Guer: "If one day the vineyard disappears, what shall we do?" She blinked her eyes and asked, "What should I do?" "I'll have to think about it," I said later. "We probably won't leave the plains anyway." There was a trace of relief on her face immediately: "That is to say, you won't go back to the city again?" "yes." "Yes! Yes—that's all right! My brother and I ring the bell, and we're all together, as long as that's all. We won't starve, and we'll be fine, won't we?" Her excitement caught me, and I responded loudly, "Yes! Yes!" She didn't consider whether life would be difficult or not in the future, but first thought that those of us in the vineyard could still be together—what she cared about and asked for help was a spiritual strength.She looks forward to the help of this unique big family, and is afraid of losing the warmth of the world.She searched for it for a long time, and finally found it in the vineyard; this kind of human warmth attracted her so strongly, and she found it different from what her parents could give, new and strange... So she pressed on Hold it tight and never let go. I am not quite sure of everything in the future, but I will not regret returning to the plains.Only when I step on the soil that I first met, the soil that gave me life, can I accurately recognize the world.I looked at that city in the distance, the city that gave me luck and misfortune, and a thought never became firmer than before. Bo Lao, "Porcelain Eyes" and Liu Meng, all they represent can be imposed on me, just a fiction far away from the soil, ugly and light as a feather.When I went to tear it with my brother, I saw the real land. I draw strength from the dirt so that one day I can reach out and tear it apart again. There is no need to have illusions, this is a struggle that has already begun.How many people have paid their blood, tears and hearts for this. They have been asleep forever, but no one remembers their glory. Yes, if there is really no reward but sacrifice, then let me sacrifice. Bai Hui, you will feel my mood under this pressure.I was driven from the plain of my birth to the mountains, chased like a wild animal; then I hid by your side; then I was chased again, and I found a brother; together we ran and leaped over thorns and fissures ;at last my brother died, and I was left running and running, all alone, back to this plain—it was my last continent, but it was being hollowed out, and soon there was only a little island left.I'm standing on this isolated island now... I meet your gaze and feel its warmth.This gaze is an irreplaceable light, the light that leads me to soar, and the light that makes people recall long thoughts. I was immersed in drifting in the gentle current, and I heard the sound of rushing waves caressing the shore.One day the stars are reflected in the water, they are watching, their long hair drifts with the water.Lilac is an eternal flower. Its strong smell makes people go back to a certain starting point and regain the courage of youth.Yes, maybe life is still fresh, and I want to use this kind of life to correspond to this old world.I cut off the green branches of my vines, waiting for the new spring. The branches drawn from the whole garden are green, fresh and vigorous, just like the shiny black hair of a teenager.What a wonderful youth!The warm breath of wild life blows the earth, and the green plants grow luxuriantly overnight.The little beetle is very busy, and the white lamb is screaming sweetly on the sand hill.I walk on the newborn field and feel your gaze again. Another piece of green spreads out from under your feet, it is the green grass in the morning sun; the golden light is dazzling in the pool, and the fine leaves are densely spread all over the river...Your eyes are all over this land, and you are asking me again: Is this your Dengzhou Cape?yes!Come on, come on, here you can stretch out your hands to welcome the coming spring breeze, and flocks of birds and four-hoofed beasts are sniffing your breath, surrounding you, and climbing the high sandy hills with you.You comfort this wilderness with a smile. I lead the forehead to your side, and you are close to each other.The sun reflects you golden, and even your eyelashes sparkle like powder.These two conjoined sculptures belong to the wasteland, and she will never fade away in the river of memory... The siege was approaching.The sound of heavy metal resounded in the night.I heard the eels murmuring horribly under the reeds.A bulky and strong body is about to roll over. I dreamed of Daqing: it ran around in the vineyard, and disappeared behind the fence after a while.It turned out that my grandmother was picking beans there.I saw the white wicker basket in her hand, and tears welled up.I shouted and rushed over, and finally I had my grandmother again! When I ran to the fence, nothing was there.I was sweating with excitement. I am really grateful for the "dream" thing, which can turn back time in an instant and reproduce everything vividly and realistically.The meaning of dreams goes beyond the mundane. I can no longer sleep peacefully.Thinking back to the dream just now - I even saw a little dust on Daqing's nose, and the fur on his neck shrugged when he was running.I even heard the soft child's panting sound. The longing was overwhelming, oppressing me so much that I couldn't breathe.Daqing and everything around it existed in a dream, and it turned out that their souls had not been extinguished.That night decades ago was very clearly highlighted: the wind shook the trees, the pheasants crowed, and the silent courtyard.I saw the new layer of sand again, and my grandmother and mother sat in the shadows.Father had already fallen asleep—could he sleep? The executioner came in the afternoon, towards the end of the day.What a difficult time before this.Knowing that they were coming, mother and father stayed by Daqing's side.It silently licked their fingers and looked up at the sky. The person who came was a short man in his fifties who stumbled and stumbled, with a basket hanging on his elbow. Inside the basket was a rope, a wooden stick, and a knife... He sat down to smoke and beat his back moaning. This is what my mother told my grandmother... I don't understand why they didn't save Daqing?It must be that the father is afraid, and the mother will desperately protect Daqing.I dare not think, dare not think about what happened that day. After seeing Daqing's pure eyes, I will never forgive him in my life.Human beings are so cruel that they don't deserve to live.The destruction of this corner should be logical. Before killing Daqing, he also killed many naughty and cute children like flowers; he also killed gentle and beautiful women, and helpless old people... It turns out that what we are facing now is still a life-and-death struggle work hard.As long as you hold your breath, you will hear the cry - that is the long cry of the hand pressing the wound in the middle of the night... Don't moan anymore! Nor can we beg not to shed tears. Who will defend my plain against the approaching danger? "It's us"—who make up "us" again? Terrible news had passed on the plain for many days, and they had to be kept from them.People seem to be crazy, and they seem to be cruel because they are dying... Several female junior high school students were raped and then mutilated, and they were discarded under bridges and bushes; the old man was strangled to death by roadside robbers; ...The fourth brother hurried over with a gun on his back with a pale face, and said to me: "I found that wolf. After chasing it for more than ten miles, I still let him run away. I shot three times from behind, but missed... ..." I have no doubt that the fourth brother will kill people, and he will not hesitate when the time comes.But I have another worry.That wolf can do anything. The fourth brother said that he was ready to fight to the death. Facing this resolute and desperate face, I couldn't utter a word of dissuasion.Because dissuasion is useless. A person sometimes just wants to kill himself.Only in this way can he feel perfect—it is rare to find people who pursue perfection in this era.There are no martyrs, only those who were tortured to death, those who fell into the water; "I want to lay an ambush on that road...he's going to show up; he was seen parked last month and headed out to sea..." I said nothing. "Kill him, and I'll go away. I won't trouble anyone in the garden, you just take care of the bell and let her do the work and eat... I know those guys will catch up with me, so I put the gun on it. I'm going to ask them: Where were you before this? You're murderers too! I'll kill a few more before I shoot myself..." Thinking of the unfilial bell ringing, my heart softened.I squeezed his hand and told him to sit down, sit down..."What to do? My brother, just watch them hurt? God, oh-" The fourth brother was stimulated by all kinds of news, and he just came back from chasing the wolf, and now he yelled, the sound was a bit weird, like the cry of an ape in the mountains at midnight - I suddenly remembered the hiss of that crazy old mother a long time ago Shout...my heart hurts like being rubbed. Both the bell and the forehead ran over, and they stared blankly, their mouths opened wide in fright. Meizi and her whole family are worried about me.Meizi cares about me more and more.She worried that I would be overwhelmed, she knew all too well what I was doing.She always tries to convince me.She didn't want to see the white hair covering my head.But her parents are more upset.They don't bother to listen to my daughter's justification for me -- I am very grateful to her for my counterargument, although it is often insincere.The two old people, especially her father, got angry when I mentioned me, and then they simply stopped others from mentioning my name, saying: "Forget it, don't talk about him in the future." Plums come again before winter comes.This makes our vineyards exceptionally happy.Ringing the bell tried her best to entertain her, and the fourth brother went to the seaside to catch fish in person—those fishermen went farther and farther, they wanted to avoid the dumping of the Luqing River and the Yellow River, so now it is difficult for us to eat fish anymore . At night, we all went to the beach together, and the fourth brother carried his gun on his back, and the gunpowder was loaded.The spotted tiger explored back and forth vigilantly.The moon is still clearer than in the city, and it shines on the flat sand, giving it an indescribable tranquility.She looks at everything here with great interest, and always does.She kept saying, "How wonderful! what a place! "—The beach was really beautiful a long time ago. The wild flowers are all over the place, the jungle is endless, and the birds are colorful like bouquets of flowers. Now the grass and trees on the deserted beach are dead, The bare sand is exposed; are you looking for wild flowers? You can’t even find a pompon... When you get to the beach, you can’t see the color of the sea under the moonlight, so the thick oil and the discolored water are all gone. Obviously. The rushing water waves hit her feet, which made Meizi dodge the splash of water excitedly. The bell was holding it at the side, and she clapped her hands and shouted: "Big girl, big girl is so good, and small sparrow is just as good... "The ringing of the bell made everyone laugh. Because Meizi grew up small, she felt ashamed herself. "I can't leave you here by yourself, I won't leave you alone this time..." she said as we moved a little away from the crowd.I asked: "Are you determined to come and settle?" "You know I'm not coming—I'm telling you to go back." I took her hand, and she pulled me hard at this moment. I shake my head. "why why?!" How long had she been asking... yes, why? . . . There is too much to say, and this is not clear; to put it simply, I am afraid--I will die if I leave here.I am not alone, although I look alike; when my essence is a tree, I cannot do without soil and water, and I cannot stand too much wandering... I am a tree, Meizi, remember this, This is more or less a secret.Did you understand this night?You get it, and you get all the stories about me and my quirks... and you get why I love animals so much—I let them fly up my forehead and lean against my legs; I let them Pecking my young leaves when I am happy, I am like a mother who feeds her children with her own milk. I have no secrets; I stroke the hairs of the outspoken warblers, turtledoves, or foxes when they talk; Squeeze the warm little paws of a four-footed animal; what a cat has such soft pads in its paws, and what a beautiful round nose--of all the animals I have observed, the cat's nose is really the best; When the bugs that annoy me climb up, it's always the birds that come and kill them - they're too busy working and not chatting... I am a tree, so in this thirsty world, I feel more and more uncomfortable, and I can't get along with those groups of people intimately.The time when people and trees were peaceful and friendly has long passed. Among the people nowadays, there are many loggers, who are born to be the enemies of trees.The reason I am still alive is because I have retained a human form; when they figure out that I am a tree one day, I will soon be felled... Plum, it's true, you listen Do you regret it?I bet you were never ready to fall in love with a tree at first... Meizi looked at me in astonishment, and gripped my hand more and more tightly. She was really afraid of losing a tree.She murmured, "No, you're not a tree...no." "I'm……" "No, once you got a bruised finger and I saw you bleeding..." "Trees have sap too..." Meizi stamped her feet angrily.She didn't speak for a long time.Later she said seriously: "Anyway, you have to make up your mind, you can't dangle like this anymore..." How well she speaks!Yes, no more swinging and wandering, I'm too tired, I've wandered too long as an orphan. "Yes, so I longed to become a tree myself, to find a place to take root; then my wanderings would be over." "..." She sighed and stomped her feet.Then she cried.No matter how much I tried to comfort her, she was so disappointed.I really don't want to let you down and be so sad. But you don't know that I'm really going to be ruined by leaving here, how different I am from you.This distinction is of the blood, which is so strong that not even the all-conquering power of love can move it a little.I have wandered, and I have returned. I will stand firmly on this land. My eyes pierced the field and the mist of time, and finally hit the other side of this world. "Have you really made up your mind?" "It's settled." "I'm leaving." "Go back to your parents?" "No, back to my own place." "That's good...then you'll come back to me..." Meizi's departure this time is no small matter.I had a premonition of dire consequences.She probably really took a part of me away and left me restless. I found myself so worried, imagining what happened to her in that rambling city--what a dangerous place it was!How did it suddenly occur to me how terrible it is for a weak woman to live alone?I know that this stubborn little person of hers will do what she says, and she really won't go back to live with her parents. So I hurried back to the city and went straight to our little den. She went to work, and everything in the house was the same, or a little cleaner than before.The breath of life is very strong, and she really didn't abandon this little nest, and she didn't move to her parents.That little yard is a great place in the city, like that big black acorn tree in the yard... I waited until dark.I imagined she would be there for dinner.But I must wait for her here, and I will cook for myself. When I was looking for rice, there was a little hurried footsteps outside, followed by her panicked cry. She lifted the curtain on the door and saw me, and stopped abruptly. Her tears flowed silently... I wiped her tears away.She is much thinner.Her shoulders are usually soft, but now they seem a little stiff.I suddenly remembered that she was much younger than me, seven years and three months younger than me!Ah, as if I just discovered this, I immediately felt that the problem was very serious!She is still a child, especially in front of her parents; she also looks immature and unbearable in front of me, my face is full of thick wrinkles and black and hard stubble!More importantly, I was already an orphan, wandering alone in the fields, mountains and strange crowds, my body and mind were worn out.I feel sorry for her now, I feel like a sinner, I owe her a lot—and she is the closest person to me.As a result of my pursuit of perfection and perfection, I owe her first. This momentary realization made me ashamed.I said, "Let me do something, let me do it!" "what you do?" "I'm washing rice—I'm cooking and..." I started to rush around in a bit of a hurry. Meizi smiled.She cooks by herself and looks at me from time to time while she is busy. What a familiar smell there is in this room.My books, the table, and a dictionary on the table look like they were turned over just yesterday...everywhere is neatly tidied up, the windows are really clean, but the dictionary is not closed. For more than a whole day, we didn't discuss whether to stay or stay, because we all consciously avoided it.The next day, her younger brother Xiaolu came.This sycamore-like young man has always been closely related to me, and he jumped up excitedly.I was also very happy, and we held hands for a long time.He said, "Come on, come to us!" Meizi encouraged me with her eyes.Looks like we'll only have to go there once - for some reason I've always been a little terrified of that place. Except for the intimacy that my mother-in-law and Xiaolu give me, everything else is a little cold, such as my father-in-law, such as the spacious living room... My mother-in-law just adopted a cat, and it ran from the small flower garden He strode into the living room, leaped almost without thinking, and jumped into my arms.It had a round, painted face, and a gray spot on the bridge of its white nose, which looked very comical.It squinted and looked at me, looking sleepy; its whole body was clean without a trace of dust, and when it stuck out its tongue, it showed its small white teeth.Its chubby front paws rest on my arm, and then it starts to snore.What lovely cats, how could we have the nerve to go too far with them? The mother-in-law was happy: "It runs away when others come. Look, it's the first time you see it, and it just kisses you like this. After all, it's my family..." When she said this, she clasped her fat hands on her chest. The mother-in-law was gentle and kind, and extremely beautiful when she was young.I can't figure it out anyway, how she could tolerate her father-in-law's long dry face back then... Meizi looked at her father.At this time, he was looking at the cat in my arms with cold eyes. I know that he has always hated animals such as cats, dogs and birds, and the only exceptions are war horses and military dogs.I heard from my mother-in-law that a big gray horse died during the war, and he cried so much that he couldn't eat-this story once made me admire him. "Your dad doesn't like Xiaohua recently. Xiaohua jumped on the rice paper he was writing on and tore several sheets. Your dad feels bad..." Father-in-law snorted. After the kitten finished sleeping, I walked out of the house.I stood for a long time leaning on the big oak tree in the courtyard.I kind of miss it.It's so strong, so exuberant.It seems that its roots are very deep, and the previous dry weather has not affected it.Its leaves are black and black, like dripping oil.The acorn tree is really full of fat. I remember lighting the bright green oak leaves directly with a match when I was a child. "He said he was a tree..." I heard Meizi introduce to her mother in a low voice.The mother-in-law laughed. Is this tall and strong oak tree lucky or unlucky to be born in such a city?How many owners has it had?It has seen so much, it must be very tired of this city.What is it thinking? O great oak...