Touch your soul through
Yang Xianping
way home
2003 12 13, morning, north desolate, our family, starting from the Beijing Railway Station, see the shrinking of the winter wheat along the way, they quiet, alone, light green body V in the loess above the gray sky overhead, like a group of naive children. the north wind swept the grass hill and Hebei Yanshan village mm steel we were carrying, travel through the earth. son to walk around in the car, so many people, he cared, not strange. I had followed, like a guard. wife and a lady across the chat, was very happy mm Fengtai District, Baoding, Shijiazhuang, Xingtai Station After more than ten minutes will get off there, and I salute the cars ahead on the mouth of the wife dressed for his son.
River station to the train stop, the moment the doors open, to breathe the first port air, I think of them heavy cinder, dust and iron filings mm on here, I too familiar, even though ten years have passed, I still can details of which from its window dressing, to identify the most familiar of section.
sky is dark gray, gray mm more than before the sun dark buildings in the sequence of vehicles over the crowd as well. standing on the platform sparsely populated, and turned to see the vast sky in the west and the mountains mm My home is there, where the westernmost River, surrounded by mountains, large trees and wormwood inside, mixed with a lot of stone, bone decay and insects.
a lot of vehicles on city streets, shops everywhere, there are those who keep walking, which, I feel strange here is the hometown mm although the administrative, cultural and economic center, but more than 70 kilometers distance away, but I did not see it as my own home mm The house is concrete, is our family life and even grandparents resting place. It is small, the map did not indicate mm small to my heart.
to the old bus station, a number of vehicles in which random found leading to the dock mm villages where their parents car, take a moment to roar with the left, through the dust and smoke, all the way west. out of the window is populated villages and towns, large and noisy, so far, I have been able to call out their name mm Chancery. Metro. Shangxian. hh Chapter village many years ago, I had been there many times through mm, in the car or on foot, carrying bags, or empty-handed.
over the Baita Town , road potholes up a thick layer of black soot, a series which had been Chiguo truck, setting off large areas of black ash. Still later, the rolling hills were occupied villages and mines, many of the derrick and the chimney at the top and housing above the wheat fields look Weidun. into a row of poplar and willow body hair gray, Dry winter branches paddled north. to the Royal Road, the village, on top of the hill, I truly see a home hidden mountains mm Lan in the gray twilight among the peaks of mountains, the rugged, sunset, such as pulp. down the road is still bumpy, narrow winding side, scattered into a piece of wheat, hay yellow, red-brick pile of the farm and white of the lime kiln.
up the side of the high slope, the vehicle driving in the red cliffs on the side of the rock straight put up, high enough to have Baizhang, gods, stand like a wall a thousand yards; the other side was deep valleys, unfathomable, like hell; a lake was named king huge reservoir Results Baibing mm fish are imprisoned, and there are those of water. roadside restaurants scattered bright lights, but do not see a customer. I close my eyes, think we should see the mother: how she's one of the like? her white hair, wrinkles, black-faced; there after an absence of two years Xiaozhi sweet daughter is not tall, and will call grandparents?
I kept thinking, could not help the tears flow down, like insects, where the downward mm heart.
home, the night has been very rich, soft tread mountain, passing a family, to see their windows, as well as in the sheep yards, drops, heaps of the long stone. and then climbed over a mountain, is our home. light fading through the window frames and glass, fall in the yard a yellow light. a warm room or the old looks like mm ash paintings, portraits of Christ, white walls hung with cobwebs and smoke mark the years. I sat down in a chair for many years,bailey UGG boots, suddenly felt a rush of relax, wholeheartedly, like drunkenness, and also like the completely relaxed mm son fell asleep in my wah-wah Tu Kang was born, in the place where his grandparents.
deep dusk in the evening When the mother said a pot of boiling water, so my wife and feet. stove in the yard east foot of the wall, supported by the fine wood, the top cover with a layer of Wong and linoleum. the mother from the side of the pyre holding the sticks, the wood has decayed the sound of dull, broken stud. this time, the night has been uplifted, from the valley below, wheat and even the old cemetery, across the three cypress trees and a grove of poplar trees covered with crows, gradually flooded the home. opposite the village too busy eating dinner. I heard the crying of their children, adults cry, the cry of dogs and sheep.
the house lights dim, briquettes on the fire, dark red rice cooked. son moment not busy, in his grandfather's grandmother kang, holding a half-day chewing on the apple. I go outside and light a fire for your mother. firewood is busy, kept sending out the sound Slap Slap Bobo, it seems out of the flames a picture of the tongue, from the side of my face, whistling up. Soon, the water inside began to stir, and hissing ringing. mother said, and put the two dry wood is about to start. I Enliaoyisheng to find of a two-meter-long dry apple tree branch, holding both ends of the first, on his knees, hard to break.
our family of seven people, sitting around the dinner table to eat. before us is: potato Wire , cut ham, eggs, bread and a small dish of pickled vegetables. son of disturbed students, and younger brother fighting for printing sweet little daughter, wooden bowls, or as a cooked beans, hitting each other with a spoon and chopsticks. Mother Fangxiawankuai, for we care mm I know my mother can not eat cold food, stomach pains. to her that you eat, I look at them. and the mother not to say, I see I see, just a moment . I insist, the mother insisted. I had to sit down and ate a few mouthfuls of bread, drinking the soup.
solemn dusk outside the window, in the face of the obvious outline of Castle in the sky, but it is black. the stars from our not far away, watching the world. opposite the village have to sleep, lights go out one after another mm I still can name them one by one, including property, character, children, native, and the tomb where the deceased mm I got up, go east walls, remove the lid, a surge of warm steam boom the sky. stove off in the flame is clearly off, and soon will become ashes.
scoop the water, side of the basin, from the side of the small on the road, went to her room to sleep years ago, only a few minutes, boiling water was actually not hot. their way in a short heat has been confiscated by the winter sky. waiting for me down, son and niece are still children laughing with, or even wearing dirty shoes, the father and mother sleep on the kang, swiftly ran. mother sat kang edge, always concerned about her grandchildren can not self-defense, for fear they suddenly fall bump with. wife sat mother, holding a black the stool, to repair a broken brass locks.
front wall is a mirror: a wicker basket on end a cluster of red flowers with green leaves, while the words is a large landscape landscapes: mountains, river, willow, peach, and the birds flying in the air still. another one: Jesus, a shepherd holding a staff, on the grass by the river,Discount UGG boots, mountain yellow background. The following his words, said: The frame, which kept the 2-year-old, destroyed the gun, carry cameras, Shanghai Air Force Political Science, pvt and holding his son, my officers; 19,UGG bailey button,33,48,55 year-old mother, sitting in the middle of the father, Shijiazhuang, and the Shaolin Temple brother, son and niece when the full moon child; there sudden death of the Uncle and grandfather, grandmother passing away due to cancer, sat aunt,UGGs, on the side of the aunt.
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