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Sometimes wooden shelf instability, impatient younger brother sitting directly on the rope swing up, butt out of the deep red marks strangulation sons and two tracks. More when the two of us to sit together, I wanted to give my mother funny, result branches overwhelmed, did not swing the rope a few cut off, my brother and I are pounding the ground, blaming each other, then, even in the yard The puppies have laughed. Childhood, my brother and I like to go to grandma. Whenever coach speeding on the highway west, my eyes always staring out the window of the scenery, fleeting shadows, lion-shaped hills, straight road stretches, extending ...... brother sitting car hard endure suffering motion sickness. To the end of time, driving a tricycle uncle already waiting. Grandmother very far, under the car, but also to take an hour to get home tricycle. His brother volunteered to sit in the copilot's position, 'chug chug', launched the car, my mother and I sat in the car, his head grandmother ready to give us cover wind turban, excitedly off. Along the way, our laughter overshadowed the sound of a motor tricycle, brother swept away the car in the bus just listless, breathing, breathing country chilly air, when he was still small, do not know how to express their feelings, but They kept saying: Michael Kors Colgate Grommet Large Brown Wallets 'It's Michael Kors Satchels good is good!!' The car bumps on the rugged mountain slope to reach more than 40 degrees sometimes, and sometimes only a meter wide road, drove his uncle are skilled blue Dongfeng car calm day the walk. I looked at the large tracts of fields, a bay, and a bay, green corn, yellow canola flower, white wheat field Qinghuang staggered layout of each other in front of me. 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Then the day really happy, followed his brother cattle, removing with a rope lying on the cow's gadfly; follow her sister to a small roadside to adopt Luo Ma (kind of like the wild fruits as beautiful agate), steal other people home watermelon, ranging from half way home on the 'Resolution' out, thrust the evidence as melons thrown into the ditch. Play tired, they go home, my grandmother had a good dry ice Gong a large pot of water to drink after Michael Kors Chelsea Two-Tone Medium Navy Shoulder Bags Gudonggudong grandmother would end the slurry water to cool hot weather, watching us eat while sitting on the bluestone steps embroidered embroidery endless eternal insoles children. Grandmother in very remote mountainous areas, is to go to the nearest market also have to walk a morning trip to the city is able to feed a luxury thing. So every harvest season, there will be some other place of people driving a tricycle pull watermelon, vegetables and bed sheets and other items to the village and the villagers large trees transaction. Some with half a bag of wheat for a good number of big watermelons, some with pounds of dried apricots children change some new linens, yes, there is no need of money. Every time I hear a car horn hawkers, children jumped up toward the village, which they fixed the happy day. When the weather is hot, uncle will change some watermelon, and then take a strong bamboo basket, picking up one of the largest and most mature into them, and then hung on the basket windlass well shy hook, carefully put down twice shy, Until the basket hanging over the ground floor at 28 meters deep breath dense. July summer day, everyone under the scorching sun Reaper returned, my brother from the bottom of the pan with water, basket and saw that braved the white steam watermelon, infiltration of manpower Waner pain. Aunt deft good on the table to cut, they each picked up a piece, just bite, toothache and called my grandfather and grandmother, uncle and brother unleashed a torrent of praise hawkers selling watermelons kind, brother knew a trial of strength to eat. I put watermelon holding in her hand, feeling cold dense forward pass through the arm to the ears, gently bite, ice was my big mouth breathing children, this ice cool, watermelon tastes than the world's most advanced cold out of the refrigerator also To delicious, but also sweet. Day in the country always had a very slow very slow, the sun rises very early, warm sunshine can be used lavishly long, long time, it was moved to the top of the hill, and then a very long time, finally to me on the head, even evening is so long, finally, twilight drew on, the moon was showing a half teeth in children in the hazy smoke. Countryside frugal and competent people, is home-grown wheat flour mill, rapeseed oil is squeezed their own fight, even vinegar are their own brew, sweet chilly water is taken from natural underground thirty meters deep. Simple kindness of the people in this land robust grows. However, however ...... However, I always want to find a reason for that shrill sound of the piano. Isomura, because the old man can not go back home it? Because he had left their hometown irreparable regret it? That is because home parents mound covered with weeds it? Because this life for that 'mountains common neighborhood,' the Michael Kors Crocodile Embossed Leather Large Grey Wallets village of guilt it? is it? No, as a pure original life years will give rural girl, I know that the real suffering in the country. That all those who are suffering the Michael Kors Chelsea Matching Medium Silver Totes lingering life in the Michael Kors Clutch Nickel Large Black Wallets city can not understand. Even though I love my hometown. Even sitting in the hot cell building each frame, I miss home that unrestrained style. Even when hidden weapon humanity behind the smile is a mask of the injury, I longed to hear Lang Lang laughter honest villagers. However, I know that the real suffering in the countryside. Now think back home every time, my mind always emerges out of my grandfather a man sitting under a tree smoking a pipe scene, grandmother always knitting job, the children ran to the west from the east, from the west to go east, ran ...... ...... actually ran are lonely. That is the real remote rural, inaccessible, seven years old when I went home from aunt Suancigou walk, go for a whole morning, down the mountain slope there, turned the hill there ditch, over the ditch Also slope, every one seems to have the same hill, every corner seems children are the same, only the endless walking, infinite and endless, a little panic in my heart to Michael Kors Convertible Monogram Medium Black Shoulder Bags Michael Kors Checkerboard Large Green Wallets give birth to the seed, the sun in my head spin, I I always come to the stage that the. Do you know a child she was very hard to go, but it will never reach the end of despair it? In the countryside, many children are like this, but this will be their ultimate fate. Childhood, my brother always took me to their village primary school playground watching other people play basketball. In addition to a whole row of brick school, a flagpole on the playground, two basketball, we have nothing. The teacher was busy with its own farm, three in the afternoon gave the kids from school. Later admitted to the junior sister worked hard every day to get up before dawn, to a bag filled two buns for lunch, flees left. School far from home, cold winter, to walk in the snow for nearly two hours to arrive. Cold wind on the plateau many beautiful girls face in leaving their mark ah! All this is boys and girls living in the city can not imagine. The sun rises every day and fall, fall and rise. People in the country and there is no day of rest day. Daily morning to evening, thanks to a few tens of acres of land and a cow. Spring plowing ah, ah sowing, late harvest will affect two or three days. Summer and autumn is Michael Kors Classic Monogram Dotted Large Blue Totes the harvest season, but also the busiest time. Uncle and aunt are busy Reaper, grind wheat, the dog days of exceptionally fierce sun, the sweat on their heads how to rub rub also quit, clothes are back on the sun faded, but they have nowhere to escape, only labor, labor. In winter, the village people have to go out playing the Bracero preparation stocking. Grandparents advanced age, but also in the fields of labor, in the countryside, the elderly and infirm always played perhaps the saddest part. Grandmother to cook every day, constantly mending, grandfather cows, pigs, firewood, do not rest a moment. On one occasion I have to help my grandmother busy, carrying a basket of corn got into, when I from the other end of lush corn drill out, arms, face, are already planning Michael Kors Outlet sharp corn leaves too bloody. So bitter, the city's children can feel it? Sometimes I would sit my grandfather used to sit under the tree, quietly eating an apple. I looked at the feet, looking at the front, he looked around, mountains, endless rolling hills. This track a mountain, is my honest, simple and honest, even absurd, numbness of the villagers never get out of. In the quiet countryside of people panic, people will fear the time, everyday life are the same, unchanging people feel as if time has disappeared, there is no day, no night, no hate, eat, work, sleep, eat and then ... ... This is a true land of exile. How much wisdom in this endless time soul gradually wear, how many young lives in this densely maddening despair slowly fade away. The city's children busy day shuttling between remedial classes, to prestigious universities and XiangCheBaoMa and work hard. Poor people's children do not ask who they are, their bodies tortured poverty and disease, lack of a reasonable explanation of the situation actually prove their existence is justified, because of hunger and possible death at any time to establish his right to survival : He is dead and alive. * And I, a purity of the initial ten years of life to the village girl, is a despicable traitor. I left it. I left it. My heart was broken this shrill sound of the piano cut, pieces scattered. Why my eye often tears, because I love this land of deep. * Note: * * by Ai Qing by Sartre extended reading: the works that can be seen extending concrete cool deep alley. Watercress see someone wrote: 'never worried about your smile so scattered in the wind.' This song weeping mildly, as from the people say goodbye, romantic ways. He has not lost elegance. Rural and urban this can not be reconciled, but closely related, who also can not leave anyone. Initially, everyone from rural to urban economy gradually gradually like a cage surrounded by the crowd, I believe is the root of the countryside, only angered the crowd favorite. PS. This song appeared in the frequency of ear still pricey, oh. People like it may also wind residential streets and see the cool deep alleys of this article copyright belongs to the authors of all, reproduced please contact the author and indicate the source: The neighbor's ear http://ear.duomi.com/ All copyright belongs to the authors article, reproduced please contact the author and indicate the source: the neighbor's ear and the link address: Wind の む live street neighbor's ear, have to listen to ideas. Microblogging website @ neighbor's ear micro-channel public number: linjudeerduo2012