2013年11月15日

Warm winter



When you are old, white hair, full of sleeppolo shirts on sale, and nodding by the fire, take down this book, and slowly read, back to your past the gentle eyes, their shadowsdeep; how many loved your moments of glad, for false or true love your beauty, only the man, loved the pilgrim soul, love you always go to the face on the bleak wrinkle bow whispers sadly beside the glowing, how love fled, upon the mountains overhead, it slowly walking with pace, will face amid a crowd of stars. When you are old "--"

Autumn so no sound is gone, but I still immersed in the autumn and sentimental and indulge in don't want to wake up, the wind gently brushed my cheek as a final farewell, I tried to grab her, but caught nothing, alas, autumn, after all is to leave mask house. I was in a dream and the wind did the last farewell: next year. While the winter after a light rain, floating to walk gingerly, like a shy child, crossing the threshold of a suspension, and be the mother gently out of the door. But at the moment I finally woke up: Oh, winter girl after all is to come!


I remember when I was young, outside, the north wind blowing, snow, dim indoor have a blazing fire, you look at the furnace burning coals of firedvd storage, the orange is spit tongue, a crooked head looked at you, it will feel God is caring for you be consistent from beginning to end. It was so kind and warm!

We all sat around the stove, hot water kettle. The cheerful singing, out of thin smoke, window glass soon floating on a layer of mist, it became my board, I drew many small animal much. We baked sweet potato on the stove, baked sweet potato is cooked 10 minutes. Sweet potato steaming hot, very hot. We took the hot potato, from the left into the right hand, and from the right into the left hand, also encouraged cheeks kept blowing. Such sweet potato is not too hot, when baked sweet potato, there is golden yellow, fragrant. A bite, soft, fragrant, sweet, warm, the sweet taste, really a lifetime all remember in heart. We baked potatoes, was beside it will numb hands over heating. We round the fire tea, melon seeds, a story, tell the good harvest this year, every face radiates joy and happiness of light, happiness is so simple.

With the autumn has passed, all the work has been finished, all the crops are grain to the warehouse. The stove before mother quiet and gentle smile, a layer of yellow halo dyeing on the mother's face, pure and beautiful, I can not help but look for: the original mother also can be so gentle and beautiful. The mother sat quietly for our cotton padded shoes there, dim the lights, the stitch to and fro, mother is his youth and love for us is a joint account, my sweet sleep. The night without dreams quickly rowed past, when I open my eyes, as like as two peas mother sitting and when I go to sleep, think they just fall asleep, just a dream I, turn over a body to sleep, my mother smiled: "get up, have a look the new shoes, new shoes" let me Gollum climbing together, "Mom, there come?" "Mother has become". Then, new shoes to wear on my feet, wearing new shoes, I am happy for a long time. It is from then on, the mother lamp sculpture as hard shadows deeply imprinted in my mind, my mother is the most profound understanding.

I remember 03 years winter, very cold, my life has entered the winter, as long as 3 years of first love died in the winter. Just remember that cold, heart good pain. Every day I muddle along without any aim, like a stolen heart empty, will be crazy generally go -- Daming Lake, where on my laughter every snow, I just sit there, a good half day, the earphone in all playback with a song: I will take a good, flower also Xiangxiang, time, memory is really beautiful. I think of you, always think of you, you are in my heart, turned into a secret, don't say you love me, you want me, if your heart not to do this, just barely perfunctory me, I know it can be very uncomfortable, I want you to go quietly, don't look back, I will know what you want, no need to comfort me reluctantly, that strange reason, until now still deeply, deeply love you, love, friendship can, that is my happiness....

At that time, the hands and feet cold but also unaware. And there's one person but always silently watching me, that every day the boy running to the Daming Lake, my husband, he is shy, dare not close, only far look at me. Later, my husband told me that he saw my one eye, then an unprovoked heartache: a much harm girl so sad, so lonely, if she is my girl friend, I don't see that she appeared in front of me, I must make her happy. Husband is honest, simple, but is this kind of silly and foolish, just let me in the cold winter? Feel that home stove warm, let my frozen heart seemed to come alive. As
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