The parents have a home in the city, where they can exercise in the morning, walk around, play chess, and even dance in the square like the city's elderly. But my father couldn't let go of the countryside, couldn't let go of the countryside, couldn't let go of the countryside, couldn't let go of the countryside, couldn't let go of the countryside in the small courtyard of the faint smoke.
As soon as spring arrives, the parents will be like migratory birds moving home to the heart of the "old nest". The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, and I saw the movie. The first time I saw this, I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling.
My father loves the countryside. I like to plant some tomatoes, cucumbers, bean curd and other seasonal vegetables in the small yard, like the crops in the work of the cozy and quiet. The seeds are carefully selected, and all deflated, defective and small ones are eliminated. There is a small bed of vegetables in the yard and outside the yard, and it is also the one that my father has repeatedly hoed. He treated his Laiyuan with extra care, as if he were rearing his own children, caring for life from the bottom of his heart.
After the rain and then a rain, there will be some tender buds on the soft ground to break through the ground, colorful flowers bloom in the spring morning, opened in the face of parents. My father would then ask some of his old brothers to come to his small yard to see the growth of the seedlings and smell the fragrance of the flowers that filled the yard. Drinking together is unavoidable, three or five cups of wine down to the beginning of bragging, kangshan, pulling the family. When the mood comes up, a few old brothers and sisters will take out the erhu, Panhu, suona and other musical instruments, to two throat bowl cavity or Shanxi Bangkok.
The small yard is the father's young purchase, my mother said that those kilns are bigger than me, it is also some years. The father's feelings for those kilns seem to be stronger than his children's, after all, they accompanied his parents for nearly fifty years, and his children's time with his parents was only twenty years. After going to school, working, and getting married, the children left one after another, leaving the small courtyard where they had played and grown up happily.
The children's departure has left the courtyard gradually cold. The toys in the nooks and crannies are covered with dust, the old textbooks are scattered in the woodpile or at the foot of the table, the father's scolding and the mother's exhortations are getting fewer and fewer, getting weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared in the years of the flow of time. Happy, lost, attached, a complex emotion in the small courtyard tumbling and colliding. The years are getting shorter and shorter, and the attachment is getting thicker and thicker, like the weeds in the wasteland.
The bricks and tiles in the small yard are dug by the parents themselves, and the mud is burned down. Each brick has a father's sweat and mother's companionship, see them like seeing children as kindly. Talking about the experience of building kilns, the father is always proud. This kind of pride, in talking about the children have had the same. The children are getting busier and busier, home less and less, the parents of the leisure time will stay in the children's thoughts.
Earlier in the year, I changed jobs and went to a different county. The spatial distance seems to have distanced the feelings between father and son. My father began to miss me as much as my son missed him, and this missing became cautious. I sent some pictures and text in the circle of friends or family group, wanting my parents to see my life trajectory and mental state, so that they can be at ease.
My father would make some phone calls from time to time, asking about my work routine. He wanted to hear his son's voice, and he even wanted to see him. After encountering some difficulties last year, I did not dare to show a trace of boredom in front of my father, and my father never mentioned his worries, but more phone calls, more words of inquiry. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on this.
That gray days I rested at home, family and friends did not worry about me. Knowing that life is not easy, my mother from the bottom of the old wooden box, crumpled and counted out 500 dollars for me to use urgently. It was the money that my parents had saved from the bottom of their teeth, and they had not had much savings from their life as farmers. Originally parents proud and proud of the son, this time more like a wounded bird, so weak and helpless, had to seek care under the wings of the parents old.
My father is old, once for me to protect the wind and rain of confidence, become panic. He is still strong to cover up the fear of the future, and I have to learn to be strong in the helplessness of life. Do not do children enough wide arms to parents rely on, but let them in the old age, but also for this no good son to worry about. I think, more or less some guilt.
The new work more or less brings a hint of comfort to the father. The father's spirit of vitality, like a small yard green, brittle seedlings in general, facing the sun can be crazy growth. Joyful father to clean up the small yard, neat and orderly. The first thing he does when he wakes up every morning is always to clean the yard, sprinkle water and remove dust, and he believes that his son will come back to this small yard and share the joy of his work and life with him.
The father was a little excited to learn that I would be returning to the village to visit them on Sunday. He asked the woman who had listened to him all his life to set up a table with fried oil cakes, oat extracts, and fried bean sprouts, which apparently had a symbolic meaning. The mother is very happy to be this life as a "leader" of the old man to serve, without him to say, his own heart has been calculated to son love to eat meals.
How many days have I not seen my son, and how many days has he not eaten the rice under her cooking. The dilemma of the sons and daughters when picking up the rice and enter the door to shout at the mother's look, in the mother's memory again and again surging. Whenever I think of it, my mother can't hide the smile on her face. At ten o'clock in the morning, my mother called me and asked, "Are you back?" The simple question is clearly a kind of hope, is from the bottom of the heart of the most primitive love, is a from the heart of the nest rises straight to the eyes, so that the throat feel choked with the warm current.
I was in the market to buy fruits, meat, eggs and other ingredients, the other end of the phone, I heard my father yelling "nothing to buy, home have". The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that with the help of your own personal computer. If you are well, it will be a sunny day, and a well-intentioned lie will always have some warmth. "I'll be right back" is a kind of comfort to the parents who miss their children very much.
The door is open towards the east, and the date-red tiles climb up the lintel along the doorposts, and the four hot gold characters "Qing Ya Xian Ju" shine brightly. The couplets were put up years ago, and they are still so energetic. The gods on both sides of the door drooped a little tired, but immediately cheered up when they saw me coming home. The parents waited in front of the courtyard early, the kind of anxiety and joy in the face piled up into a colorful flower.
The peach tree that I planted in my childhood is still there, and it's a playmate of mine, but now it's getting older. The leaves of the tree are not so lush, like my hair as sparse, some branches have been diseased and necrotic, leaving only half of the tree peach blossom, by the spring breeze to help up. Five seconds to look at, we understand, the old peach tree signaling me to go back to the house, and quickly accompany the parents nagging home.
Mother did not want me to help her cook, let me sit on the kang in the inner room to talk with my father, I also followed the mother's wishes, and peacefully enjoy this strong mother love. "The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that in a very short period of time.
The old pots and pans are playing a beautiful music. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all at the same time. The thoughts are planted, grown, harvested, and hidden in the father's small yard, and this hiding is evoked from time to time by various memories.
The father's small yard, hiding the children's childhood, hiding the parents' love. Hidden in the mother's call to the children who traveled to other countries, hidden in the father's deep nostalgia for the past years, hidden in the parents of the sunset scenery earnestly yearning.
The father's small yard, the place where the soul resides.
About the author: Yang Xiuzhi, pen name Humble Husband. Male, after 70, Xiaoyi City, Shanxi Province, township cadres, favorite literature.