Monday, September 13, 2010

Return home

home plan has been lingering in my mind, but nothing action. in no coming home to a school, no time. Today, we go home.
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Block over a mountain, a section of road when the width is narrow, a bridge in sight. Oh, to my home town! Rows of tall buildings stand, steady stream of vehicles, which is to be locals as Wuhan gallop and over, raised road dust. embankments beside a busy scene: excavators, loaders, trumpet, mixed one. This is the prone soil culture field, her husband said. ; son's cries interrupt us. ah! cooling off the water, crooked boat. trackers mountain as a solid, beautiful, pleasant tour, co-tourists laughter, in the swift and fierce figure, sounding chant sound go away ...... in the villagers did not stop spectators! I am afraid they will not came to see those blue eyes, high nose, blond tourists, and I thought to myself.
Increasingly narrow and rugged mountain village roads, heavy rain washing off the ground uneven, potholed. How such a bad way? Son asked me. Has been pretty good, mom is walking home ah. Fast, fast! Your grandma home coming.
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Dad is more dark and more lost. I see in the eyes, pain in their hearts. how so dark? I asked. farmer, can not you black?! parents as in himself, it seemed to say to I listen to. coupled repair pen again this year, a big favor. then repair the pen?! Yes ah. I will immediately see the newly built pigsty parents. several large and small, the use of brick, with toilet , bathroom. circle of four pigs, four pigs, heard the mother's voice, not a law-abiding. said. Yes ah, these hand-raised pigs are mothers, they can identify the voice. mother if they like their children, mothers have a culture here that we can pig expert ah. This small house put washing machine, the back is the digester! father, said. really good, save fuel, save trouble for many. this place to the dry stone, easy to play feed. After the pigs do not have to wet my feet like a return to hh wanderer under the leadership of each of the parents to visit, has changed so much! my heart sigh with.
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Has changed so much! Look thin parents, a sad move, admire raise natural rise. Parents also, but 50 years old, this is the puzzle of the third generation of their house. Childhood memories fresh in our memory, petite mother and sick father started from scratch, relying on hard-working, thrifty, and slowly built the first house, which is now housing. then newly built earth tile, tall, wide and spacious and open, as if jade tree, disgraced in the village particularly eye-catching. coupled with a large yard wide, new home as a young mighty warrior! how many ups and downs, the number of morning and afternoon, my mother and sister settled in the early to bed, get up and dry live. father's health had been bad, many things are powerless and can only verbal command. the memory of the father is and drugs irrigation, medicine, scarf tied, when the mother is the father! bright and spacious new homes, in addition to doors and windows, no furniture will be necessities of life, parents are very young, as if this new house. home, their parents hard work, more comfort: TV, telephone, washing machine, dry stone, water also has a. the look This house, rain washed the walls and pans, keep the years notch, just like their parents face wrinkles, more, more and more deeply.
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Wu Zhu children admitted to a large university! Parents calculate go out from the village people. Li a, Wang A, Zhang also on three ...... Tsinghua University, Beijing University of ...... now The times are different, they are dear to worry about their descendants, would like them to success!. parents invariably say. teachers, military officers, engineers, civil servants, doctors ...... are going out from here, ah! parents are all proud to say. I listen, listen, can not help but look again under the hot sun baked the land and the mountain ridge. here is the far western mountains, people sunrise and sundown. without modern farming equipment . by their hands, a backpack, a fight pestle, to transport fertilizer to the ground, then the earth's crop shipped to my home. encounter a favorable weather the good times, naturally received great success. It was in this condition , the fathers live frugally, and the supply of their sons and daughters. ...
This mountain, this land, this old house, this home, staring at me numerous times, many here think: What makes my parents were just so strong and tough? What makes them so selfless and sacrifice? Oh, is that Hill, is that the land! is this land of thick and simple! is that the ridge of the lofty and upright! is the will of the Foolish Old Man and the spirit! is poor is thinking it's the truth! night, deep, and surrounded by the silence and tranquility. in the moonlight the afterglow, I seem to see in their parents busy behind the asphalt road in a spacious extension, extension ....

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