An ordinary afternoon sun lazily, hung in the sky, the wind is still blowing in one direction, in front of the tree is again like silence, only two or three leaves, swirling down, there are two or three birds across the sky, leaving one or two birds, two or three chickens without meaning to tap several times, That's it. And you, in such an ordinary afternoon, closed her eyes to sleep on, the beginning of the world of sleep, you seem to be tired to the bone, not until sunset Xi Chui, too late to wait until the clouds come home, too late to see at a glance the brightest diffuse on the moss, you sleep on it, a life scene began Xie Tai; only, the curtain will never for you and open. February of that year an ordinary afternoon, village some crops crop stopped growing at that moment, there are some hillside village trees stopped breathing at that moment, you will no longer sleep sleep, wake up. From that moment, doomed to all the days of remembrance is for you.
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I walked every piece of land you have worked the. Soil Ke serene, calm as you past the face. A piece of grass is luxuriant grass withered grass has, rod lonely, three two branches broken stem vertical hanging body, fibrillation three two blade of grass rustle, only a few insects and occasionally up, startled grass rustle shake rod. There is also a three three two two long rape, is perhaps the last year on the spilled seeds, perhaps the birds flew to the grain, be in the blues, also drove the pale yellow flowers, in the air and flash flash, like a lonely person's eye; the most proud of is that piece of land you most love. Perhaps the spill three five years of sweat, perhaps is digging up thousands of times, perhaps once touched a piece of soil Ke, the seedlings to soaring, the sorghum, red as blood unexpectedly gorgeous; the corn ah, actually yellow as gold shining; the eggplant ah, unexpectedly such as crystal violet like ice. I can only silently walk, every piece of land you've worked, just follow your footprint, tread on each piece of land in memory, on every crop tears fall.
I walked every mountain you have crossed the. The mountains quiet, silent as your last appearance. I saw several branches of old branches, bark like parched lips chapped, half open helpless eyes, dropping out of semi tears; only vaguely years hung on the branches; I saw several strains of lush trees, mad to branches stretch toward the sky, to seize a drifting cloud, cloud in the wind urges, leaving only a turn; I also saw a few pieces of green, the sun bright colors, such as your eyes clear and transparent, they are sticking my head, want to put the mountain filled with memories. I can only silently walk, you ever climb mountains, just follow your direction, put every tree memories awaken, to each leaf of the past open, let fall into the soil seed germination, let sleeping all the leaves in the aftertaste to wake up.
I walk you have laundry on each side of the pond. Water shallow, quiet as you leave the heartbeat. I saw a Wang Chi water, suffused with some green algae, green thin, graceful as slender fingers. Slip of the spray are hidden into the pond water depths, give me a cold face. I saw another pool of water, three two ducks floating, they not only play, his head buried in the water, seems to be picked up some of the memories of the past, and time is carried away by the water current, the ducks pecked up, only some broken water. Only the nearest the pond, lotus leaf stem three two hold a powder charge, lazily open, no wind, no fragrance waft, only a dragonfly, turn on the flowers, flew away. I can only silently walk, you ever washing pond, in silence, water from the heart through, the gaze, spray from the sky by.
