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Mom knot
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vaguely remember, when young, high beam from the tail, amount of bangs a few shares before the sparse, small stature, thin arms and thin legs, sat in front of her mother's sewing machine, sloshing feet, like a play with cool water, relaxed posture. Railings outside the window, staring blankly. Summer, passers-by hurry, the sun parched the earth as fire, braving smoke plume; big yellow dog lying in the street stop spitting bright red tongue; cicadas cry of audio-visual radio is battery depletion, hoarse, long. I licked the hands of the ice cream side, while asking, , where cicadas call it, how do I see? Be to hold me down, drop out of the ice cream, dripping of my chest, and then slide into the thigh. Rag to wipe her mother quickly pulled up his mouth with powerful rebuke: slap.
notes from the time ever since, I told my mother close to him, even the chatter during the day by her mother, suffered a slap in the evening to two or Niwai together, the couple said no schisms, it seems that mother and daughter too. She often used my little finger nose blowing, and said I was
June weather, hot popular dread, fear is the urge to see the water will jump. I sat in sleepy front desk homework. Chandelier room like the sun sent hot dim light, small table lamp white light thorn eyes hurt. Mother sat on a chair next to me roll fan, shaking, shaking, actually dozed off, the head of a knock a knock, I stared at her blanket out of the front teeth with the mouth, the smile Oh, hot wind The wind goes to the suction. She woke up about to take advantage of the hands of the fan with a pat on my back, snapped: She got up and went out, then tilt feet, humming a little song, a run on the toes, fingers, pull up and stopped at the instep. Mom stood in the doorway and shouted chide: quickly got up, went through from her,
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1993 winter. Float a light rain, blowing wind, exceptionally cold. The shadow of the canopy low, I wore a thick coat, like a cotton ball rolling fixed, this state, walking all feel effortless. Aunt took me home, my mother lying in bed motionless, threw himself to the crazy aunt of tears, and my father is in the corner messy hair, Zhaoyan circle, stop smoking. I long to stand in the doorway, his hands clasp the door bar, looking a bit dull, I am a little confused in front of everything, but also a bit scared. Tears, the same as stupid. Ear nothing else, only the piercing cries and whistling call of the wind.
mother was buried the day, still cloudy, thick clouds cover the sky with a trace of the gap left Debu, boring, dignified, including breathing air into the nose. Take my aunt, she whispered the weeping, unable to use the handkerchief to wipe the tears. Along the way, I like the pull of the soul aunt hand, heavy step, light step, with a dense mass of people floating. Mother's coffin was lying into a large pit, after being open to, her mother, her quiet eyes closed, like sleep. A few minutes later, the coffin was covered by several young and strong man with a shovel to fill the hole. At this time, I finally burst into tears, grew up mouth, tears that noise stream, straining hands pulling clothing or jewelry. My aunt leaned over holding the hand gently patted my back, like the mother's fan. I do not know how long, I fell asleep.
clear and bright. Had just learned Du Mu's I was holding my father, like two soul. Mother's tomb in the mountains far away, where there are many tombs, each time a ride to go there take a length off the mountain. Dad said it was her mother's A mound of cold, cold leaden fonts. The only remaining cold. I hid behind my father, tight. The cold makes me feel a shiver. That there is always a nightmare scenario in which Zuozuo crowded solitary graves.
I began to think her mother. Dream a dream, the day and night. Children's Day, other children are left hand holding the mother, father pulled his right hand. I only mention the dolls left hand, right hand pulling the father. I burst into tears, exclaiming to my mother, my father always Zhaoyan smoking ignored me. Lying in bed, crying tired, will sleep. Wake up, always enthusiastic to tell Dad, back of my head, said I,
days, my mother always so quiet with me. In the dream, the illusion in the. I'm tireless, and she laughed. I began to learn to meet,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], just waiting for the dreams and visions to appear. May be, I do not know from one day, the dreams and visions gone. I started crying noises. It was the first time my father hit me, slap heavy, I just felt dizzy head, eyes flashing from the stars, followed by hot tears. Dad is still Zhaoyan circle, smoking, and how he, like a helpless child. I gradually learned ignorance, not mention my mother, but still blowing in the street staring at her mother holding a child, driven to distraction in their own way, live in self-comforting. Junior high school, I became sensible, but also become depressed. I am haunted by painful thoughts, like harm to patients.
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二零零五年, I was admitted to the university. Dad prepared fruit, wine, incense paper, took me out the door. Foot, the distance, I saw my mother's I have no longer hide behind Daddy. Found together with the net around the debris, placed in Beiqian good fruit, light some incense, sprinkle two cups of light wine. Dad and I sat in the grave, did not say a word, as before, has been silent. August sun, still hot, I and my father's eyes were burned out of her and kept wiping focus. Front is a weed. Slightly off the wind, weeds with a V in the middle there is the lovely yellow flowers, the busy bee Wengweng Weng, not far from one hundred years of Huang hornbeam. Crisp chirp, twitter, the sound reverberating in the mountains. I think my mother will not be alone in the bar.
September, I carried the bags away. Leave mom and dad. Still, when you wake up in the dead of night,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], thinking of becoming a complete mess, wet towel, and then unconsciously in sleep in the confused. Always fighting back,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], thinking everything will be the last. Miss this night of torture are not many,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and gradually decreasing.
I met him, is the second year of college, he took me out of the shadows and gave me happy. I'm in love. Two years later, I went to his home. After eating, his mother put a piece of pork ribs folder to my bowl, I shy smile. She was grinning, his eyes, a good mood and said: I suddenly looked up, she smiled,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], temples have been gray, covered with deep wrinkles on his forehead, and my mom now is the appearance of the bar. Blurred her eyes, tears dripping a few drops of beans to a large bowl, wet a piece of pork ribs. I suddenly felt rude, dried tears, laughs, awkward to eat, swallow, delicious food and my bitter tears.
few days, we left. His mother stood in the doorway, watching our backs, blocks at the corner, come back to, she still stood there, right in the forehead pad, eagerly looking around. See me back, waved to me, the sun reflecting of her front teeth row of dazzling light. I feel the warmth, such as the day over the sun, warm, warm.
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with Jintian's Motherhood is it? When you were together, it is joy; when you separate, it is the twists and turns, a dream, and tears, is cuckoo! It is
years despite the changes, my mother always being printed in my mind, but never so young and beautiful. Black long hair at the back, nineties popular black fitness pants, above an embroidered white shirt, accompanied, always sleeves rolled up. She raised her arms look like wiping sweat from his forehead, and she ignored me Gong Zhaoyao look busy, when she hit my ass look carefully, she fed me to eat meat serious films like ... ...
the original, early age , my mother a knot in my heart, not the end never end, I can not bear to end open end.
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