2010年12月26日星期日

Love life, the two Creek

Love life, the two Creek

There are two river so I will never forget, they just loved my life in two women, one mother and one companion. Huangshui is flowing into the Yellow River. She is a weak surface of the river, in my imagination, she like my old mother. No glossy appearance, flowing all year round Zhuolei sad people.
Perhaps a guest out for a long time, every time when back home, the first thing you see is the Huangshui River. Originated Huangyuan Huangshui the Mountain, by a number of leaking underground springs drops. Summer time, green grasslands, such as a boundless blanket edge, a leisurely walk on the grass with beads round the sheep and cattle. I always whim, think that the overwhelming beauty that springs from these silent in the flowing out.
The source and along the Huangshui River, my home is in the middle zone Huangshui. Lush riverbank covered with poplar. May be grown in the valley because of it, here is a tall poplar, they drive on the underlying situation and I always have positive feelings.
Qaidam desert areas are, in addition to rarely be able to see the beautiful oasis of green. For people living in desert regions, the most beautiful and most fascinating color is green. Whether in the train or on the train, through the green to drop the smoke is indeed an ecstasy of joy to people ah.
If take the shuttle bus or car, you can see up close Huangshui growing larger. Huangshui River is a veritable Mother River. Attached a piece of land along the coast, highland barley, wheat, potato, cabbage, apples and other crops from west to east distribution of highland crops constitute a corridor.
The most charming is the season of planting and harvesting season. West when the crops are still soaring, the east grain crops have been normalized barn. Both the spring planting, or harvest, I like to see farmers in twos and threes in the fields of the scene, this scene gave me an indescribable poetic. Every time I see the farmers toiling in the fields between, my heart will not help get excited.
Fields Huangshui River is not very open, in fact, is a canyon. Car walking in the canyon, the landscape on both sides Huangshui glance.
I grew up drinking the water Huangshui, I am grateful Huangshui. According to traditional Chinese custom of filial piety should stay at home people, for the parents enjoying their later years. But I walked out of the home, and was the only person out of the home. It makes me feel like a regular person not filial piety, for her parents always had a sense of guilt. The indescribable feeling of guilt with his own age is also growth in the deepening. I remember when just out of the home when the heart has a "good man Faces," the pride, but now the surge of inspiration in the bottom of my heart is "still at home as early as" fate.
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Cuckoo Sound

Cuckoo Sound

The most beautiful spring fields. March, the light rain in the ridge onto the soft but not muddy, like walking on the cream. The rake good, level, fills the water, quietly fattened in the paddy fields, departments and regions, such as a tofu is smooth, bright mirror like surface of one side. Father often walked in the fields full of hope on the walking pace, there is no leakage to look at paddy fields, or have run out of the ridge is not pulling and long grass? Or simply walking on it, and play on the other side of it sent from the field of wind. Cuckoo sound of this season is predictable, quietly sounded.
The most beautiful at this time of the seedling. Water fills the same seedling, seedlings Mu waist in the water diffuse, cuckoo sound of seedling leaves, in the eyes of his father, such as visual treasures, the becoming green, tender Misty, wind stretch. Wind drifting, a Tao Tao a, no nights to one inch high and long.
Cuckoo sound of a bomb is singing, is singing a warble, music is poetry, is the swallow's tail, such as the time of the scissors, passing his father's ears, brushed his father's dream garden.
Cuckoo sound, Cui Cui reminder, catalytic rain clouds several groups, on the shed in his father's heart is nurtured hope for rain, each drop is shining and working hard for a father to achieve the desired fragments.
Cuckoo sound, and promote and promote and promote, promote woke up lazy winter cattle.
Is a photograph of the most beautiful picture: at dawn, the mountains still in dense fog curled sleeping position, the fields are still yawning twilight, while the father has to catch a cattle whip into the paddy field, began Gonggeng the. Wake up sleepy village that swing cries of joy and together with the Cuckoo, is a bit of mud splashing, splashed trouser legs, and in through Qinliang over clothing, is full of the comfortable.
In such ease, it had cooked breakfast mother carrying her breakfast came on the field. She put both hands to a hot breakfast had a good rake fields, sitting on a small nap on the rake of the husband, and then went to hula underground fields. Handheld seedlings, the sound of the cuckoo rhythm stuck in seedlings. Her action was so crisp, and mouth but family gossip to the ladies and adjacent fields with each other crap, laughing with. Father sat on the stand at the edge of the rake, side dish taste the delicious breakfast, while intoxicated means listening to those Mighty language, tied to the side watching with satisfaction the cattle. The ox is a grass chewing satisfaction. Not far from the seedling, and is my primary school in the town, put back the busy holidays, is to help pull in the buried seedling. I like staying focused in class, and occasionally as naughty as the recess, I will pull out some of the seedling on a description of happiness in my mind the words.
Soon, a good field to insert. Cuckoo sound of rain and several reminders to let the seedlings in the field given root, and then gradually faded. The seedlings began to elongation growth, in his father's watch, in the mother's hope in their elongation growth. This is a spring and another spring days. A spring passage of another spring, and my spine has gradually grown tall, and after much back to his father to pick the rice heavy for me to make food in schools, and after much back, the father of my students harshly reviewed manual, I did not care. Until one day, suddenly found his father's spine a little bent, they would understand more earnestly hope that the parents not only elongation growth of seedlings, and me.
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River edge of the village

River edge of the village

Edge of the village area along the river now because of increased population, increased water consumption, increased garbage and skinny and dirty, the river has a rare fish, catch fish cofferdam is also rare in children, appears to be silent faction.
However, when I was young, the village side of the river is abundant but the clear water, shrimp, fish shallow drama Pictorial Xiang is our joy of fishing to catch shrimp in the world.
Then we are safe for people who keep village on the land, content with the poor, my parents are no exception. They cultivated a few Susukida to maintain a family of six people's lives, and to do carpentry by his father some money for my three Gejie reading, so even though they worked hard, but finally life distress. My mother is now too old to never forget when my brother did not have shoes to wear to school in winter, frost the ground Looking back at the footprints of others went to school. I am most impressed with is: lack of salt and less oil every meal of vegetables, eat my stomach sour, astringent mouth, blue in the face, heart to tears.
Early masters of the poor children, probably because of the tears had to succumb to life circumstances and, therefore, had to force a smile in it. My sister learned from hungry hungry dropped out a few tears did not flow through to pick up the bull obediently cattle behind my career started. Can be said that half of my childhood in the older sister's back, half in the river's shore. Also why, although half of my childhood soaked in bitter, half in happiness is Mu.
Each morning burst on the scene of the morning, my sister will be sending cattle to her own fertile banks of a hundred herbs that grazing, when the evening before marching back the sunset Canxia cattle, and multi-purpose fishing catch shrimp during laughter filled.
Cattle grazing on the shore sweetness, the clear green water plants water submerged, grass-phase play between the fish and shrimp. Sister of small children gently a fishing net bag, wow, they look just like a group of fish within a jump in the net bag children jump ah ah, Sister doubled their children would string bag leap off the plate, all of the. I catch a prawn public look, hey, it can grow a beard it! So I put it live the beard, it will be the body of a bow in a bow in the swing of my pleasure.
Time has become so wonderful, I like food for pigs which offer the taste of vegetables a bit forgotten. The eldest sister is also reflected in the water face brow stretch a lot, seems to have waves of pleasure wash in barefoot.
Sometimes the fish fishing buried Sister, I sat on the shore watched it developed a fantasy, like the person who can not eat fish as nice ah. But that feeling of hunger and my stomach is burning a. So he had to think through some Huoshaohuoliao, after which red and fried shrimp dish taste - Gee! But I revel in the look of surprise condensate: buffalo dishes it is stretched to the mouth, eat fish and you, the big sister is still down in the Laozhao fish, completely unaware of it.
"Sister, Cattle eat fish it!"
"Fool, cattle before it was not so greedy."
Sister did not look up a word to me, then blocked. String bag when she once again turned back to the plate should fish, the fish will be scattered in all that Congcao just put on the plate, while the plates have been cattle hit into the water. This big sister find something wrong, it suddenly looked up, hula hula to chase away the plate that is drifting.
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