Chapter 8 Arctic Village Fairy Tale (8)

The little swallow practiced flying.When they were tired from flying, they rested on the wires.Mother Yan came and went to feed them.After practicing their wings, they will go back to the south with their mother.The swallow is going home.The north is too cold to keep it.However, as soon as winter passes and the snow melts, spring comes.As soon as spring comes, the swallows fly back again. I don't want to go.I'm leaving, it's hard to come back.I want to be here and accompany my grandma through this cold and long winter.I will be able to learn a lot of words, learn multiplication and division, learn to cut window grilles, and make doughnuts.With hope, my heart is much more comfortable.I became more diligent, helping grandma wash dishes, chop chicken food, and pick pig vegetables.As I was doing all this work, I was thinking: Go to grandma when the work is done, do it, do it!

Autumn flies by too quickly.The potatoes are finished, and the leaves of the corn are yellow and dry.There are fewer and fewer grasshoppers, and even chickens don't like to lay eggs.When you wake up in the morning, you can still see the white frost. Grandma went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy two moon cakes for each person, and August 15th is here.At home, chickens were raised, pigs were fed, and meals were cooked in advance.For dinner, I only drank half a bowl of porridge.I want to save my stomach and eat moon cakes.Haven't seen it in a whole year. I sat at the gate, looking forward, looking forward, the night fell, the moon kept arching in the valley, and finally arched a little, golden, slender, like a bean sprout.

I was so happy that I jumped up and down and ran to tell them. Grandma quickly moved out the table, set it up in the yard, and brought a plate of moon cakes and persimmons.Grandma said this is called monthly payment.Autumn is here, people who have been busy for a year should rest.The things that have been harvested for a year are taken out for the month, so as to achieve happiness and auspiciousness.After listening to my grandma's words, I couldn't help but think of spending August 15th at home, watching the moon with my children, humming a song while chewing mooncakes: "Toad, toad will be angry until August 15th. Killing pigs, slaughtering sheep, getting angry I have to cry."

I sang it to my grandma, and she rubbed her belly with laughter.I think it must be very lively to spend August 15th in other places!Killing pigs and sheep is so grand.I immediately thought of the old grandma, who will accompany her to pay for the month? While grandma was not paying attention, I touched a moon cake and ran out secretly. The moon was all up.Its round plate seems to be covered with egg yolk.I stepped on the scattered and fallen leaves, walked through the corn field, crashed into the yard, and opened the door. The old woman was sitting at the table with her arms on her forehead.When she saw me, she hugged me like crazy again, snatched a circle, and kissed me so hard that I couldn't breathe.

She brought me mooncakes from the kitchen.The moon cakes were made by herself.Small, round, stuffed with shredded green radish and sugar.The moon cakes are printed with patterns of fish and flowers. I know that grandma can only make moon cakes by herself.As for why, I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand.I gave her my own mooncakes, because the mooncakes I bought had peanuts and sesame seeds in the filling.She pinched a small piece and tasted it for a long time. After we finished eating the moon cakes, we joined hands and sang a song made up by grandma: "The moon is rising, the baby is asleep. Grandma picked up the embroidery needle, sewed, sewed, and sewed a fawn that is alive and kicking. The sun is coming out, hey, the baby has woken up. Grandma is yawning, and put on the baby's new clothes with a deer!"

I sang, shaking my head, feeling like I was the baby in that song. "Go out and watch the moon." Tired of singing and dancing, I want to go out and play.She agreed, put on a triangular scarf, took my hand, and came to the courtyard. The moon rises.There are a few gray-blue clouds floating around it.The inside of the moon is indistinct, as if there is fog and smoke. She told me the story of Chang'e flying to the moon.It is said that Chang'e stole the elixir and took the jade rabbit to the moon palace. I hate Chang'e.I thought, if she didn't steal the medicine, many people on the earth would live forever, including grandma.Her hair was all white and her teeth fell out.she is old.One day she will die.

I was so sad that I wanted to cry. "Have you heard the sound of the river?" "heard it." "Let's go play with grandma by the river." "Go at night, aren't you afraid?" "What are you afraid of, the big moon." I obediently dragged her arm over my shoulder and walked towards the river. The sound of rushing water was soft and urgent.The surface of the river in late autumn is deserted.The moonlight poured down on the river, like sowing a lot of gold, jumping and jumping. She told me about White Nights.It is said that during the summer solstice, you can see the Northern Lights in Mohe.Take a small piece of glass shard, dip it in water, and you can see many colors.

She told me that her home is far away from the river, with green grass and beautiful woodcut houses.She said that she was confused when she was young, and left with her father in a muddleheaded way, sighing all the time.She also told me that she was a good looking person when she was young.She also said that she has a stupid son who is now in Shandong and was taken away by her husband.As soon as the exercise arrived, the man was timid, left her alone, and ran away. She sang again: bitter and astringent.I can't understand the singing.She said it was the song of their hometown.On the surface of the river in late autumn, such a voice echoed, and I shivered.

She picked up a lot of stones and carried them around in her skirt.She said she was really going to make me a nice collar. Looking at Dajiang, I couldn't help crying.I dripped it quietly, and then wiped it away secretly.I don't want grandma to see it. The monthly payment table has been withdrawn.There was no water in the yard, it was damp and wet. It seemed that grandma had finished washing her feet.I boarded the wooden pier and bolted the door, and entered the house only after I collected myself. Grandma didn't sleep.She sat cross-legged on the kang, as if she was angry with someone.

"Enough wild enough? She let you back? No wonder, watching the scenery (dreaming) yesterday saw the wedding and singing opera, there was a lot of excitement. "It's no wonder your mother thinks you are naughty and afraid of causing trouble, but you are just a worrying child! "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Are you sorry? Your brother-in-law saw you go there with his own eyes. You haven't been on the kang yet!" I gave my uncle a hard look, took off my clothes, threw them on the bench, jumped onto the kang, and pulled off the quilt. "Sleep, sleep, should I admit that I was wrong?"

Grandma and I were fighting over the quilt, tears rolling in our eyes. "For you to eat, for you to wear, why don't you confess a little friend!" As he spoke, his voice became sobbing, as if the water was flowing smoothly and was suddenly blocked. My heart is very sad.I lay barebacked to the place where the corner of the Kang was against the wall.Think about the moon.Think of the stars.Think Oe.Think grasshoppers, butterflies, dragonflies and bees in a vegetable garden.I think of morning glory, broad beans, and the collar of my dream.Think of a light crescent moon.I really want to be one of them. The wall clock is ringing "tick tick tick", and the moonlight outside is so beautiful.How sweet it would be if grandma, grandpa, grandma, uncle, monkey grandma and I sat around the table and watched the moon while telling stories.However, I knew that before I went to grandma's house, the narrow path leading to her house was a zombie.Now, I am the only one who dares to step on this zombie. Buzzing, it's mosquitoes.Mosquito bites in autumn can be very dangerous.It must be grandma who turned on the lights first and then closed the windows.Grandma really can't remember such a simple sequence.She is so pitiful, her pillar is dead, but she doesn't know it. The moon is round.I think, in the eyes of grandpa, it is not round.It really is missing a piece.What is grandpa doing?He must be thinking about Zhu'er.Because every New Year's Day, my father would like to talk about the dead grandpa.Maybe grandpa is standing under the moon, holding a few watermelon seeds in his hand?There should be a small wind blowing down the tears from the corners of grandpa's eyes and blowing up his white hair.The white hair was curled up and fluttering, it must be like a cloud of smoke.Let the smoke go up to the sky and turn into curling clouds.Without gray hair, grandpa will be young. Thinking of this, I got up and went to flip through the box of melon seeds. The box was empty, like a big-bellied arhat starving for hunger, with an empty stomach, waiting to devour everything he could eat. I closed it carefully, and quietly shrank beside my grandma. She was tired of crying, she was reluctant to pick me up, she lay down without saying a word.I put my head under her armpit and hugged her waist. Her skin was so loose and thick that it touched the bones when touched.She is also old.All these people are old, and I believe that I am growing up. What will I be like when I am old?