When a group of children are still immersed in the joy of being frustrated that they didn't catch the loach, the big yellow cow eats the grass on which they peed.

The owner of the rice field, who was plagued by Xiao Yang Yi and Zhang Jing and others, had quietly found Zhang Jing's parents and Xiao Yang Yi's grandparents, and was very angry about the "criminal acts" of the children, which ruined his rice ears.

In the world of children, joy comes quickly, and goes very fast, when Xiao Yang and a group of children see that the big scalper eats the grass and does not appear in the picture they imagined, they can't help but lose hope, and the joy at the beginning is slowly withdrawn from the innocent little face, full of pity.

It seemed that some children were tired of playing, and a group of children were lying neatly on the field by the river, even if they were lying down, they couldn't hold back the heart of play, and frolicked.

Xiao Yang also pillowed his head with both hands, pulled a small piece of grass casually, held it in his mouth, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and flew a small bird from time to time.

The breeze gently blew through the fields and carried the pollen into the distance, and the water in the river was blown by the wind with green ripples, and the weeping willows by the river were also blown by the wind and swayed the young new branches.

The breeze carried the white catkins to the clear sky, as if they were traveling freely.

At this moment, this group of children seems to be one with nature, without the hustle and bustle, it seems very quiet and beautiful, but this moment seems a little short, and then it is broken by a roar.

The roar was like a sword unsheathed, piercing through the hearts of the children.

"Yang Yi, Zhang Jing, hurry up and come back to me immediately. "The aunt not far away is like an angry bird, angry mixed with a roar, even in the hot summer, it makes people feel a little chill, making people shiver.

If you look closer, the green tendons on my aunt's forehead at this moment have already flared up, and her whole face looks a little distorted because of anger.

Compared with the slightly "gentle" shouting of the aunt, some parents even took the bamboo strip directly and rushed impatiently to their child lying on the field, without saying a word, directly holding the bamboo strip in their hand and pumping.

For a moment, there were pig-killing howls, weepings and roars in the fields, just like Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny" composed after he lost his sight.

This tragic scene is in stark contrast to the recent revelry of children in the rice fields, one laughing, the other wailing.

Xiao Yang Yi and Zhang Jing witnessed with their own eyes that Yang Wei was drawn up and down by the bamboo strip in his mother's hand, and even in order to prevent Yang Wei from escaping, Yang Ma's hand grabbed Yang Wei fiercely, and the bamboo strip in her hand was like a spinning top, causing Yang Wei to swirl around Yang Ma with a handful of snot and tears, and every time the bamboo strip could accurately fall on Yang Wei's buttocks.

Even if Yang Wei's buttocks were blocked by the summer pants, it seemed to be too thin, and the bamboo strips still clearly left blood marks on Yang Wei's small buttocks.

If Xiao Yang usually saw Yang Wei being beaten, he would definitely laugh, maybe he would clap his hands and applaud, but at the moment he couldn't laugh, because it seemed that he would immediately enjoy the same "same treatment" as Yang Wei. ”

When Xiao Yang Yi and Zhang Jing timidly came to the aunt, the aunt didn't know where to conjure a bamboo stick as if by magic, and she twitched wildly at Zhang Jing and Xiao Yang.

The bamboo strip is very soft, but it hurts to pump on the buttocks, hot, and the tears of the two brothers seem to be sprinkled without money under the waving of the bamboo strip in the hands of the aunt, and they are scurrying around, and they dare not run away under the strict scolding of the aunt.

In the end, it was under the persuasion of her grandmother that the aunt withdrew her hand and seemed to be a little angry, but she still kept roaring at Xiao Yang Yi and Zhang Jing in her mouth.

In the night, Xiao Yang Yi lay on his grandmother's body bare-chested, his buttocks were full of shocking red bloodshots, and his grandmother took the potion in her hand and gently wiped it for Xiao Yang Yi, when her grandmother's hand just touched Xiao Yang Yi's skin, Xiao Yang also grinned in pain.

"Grandma, if you light it, I hurt. Xiao Yang's eyes were full of tears rolling in his eyes, and he sobbed softly.

"You're also a sister-in-law, and you don't have a serious start, how can a child make a mistake and beat like this. When my grandmother gave Xiao Yang Yi medicine, she kept comforting her.

The silvery moonlight sprinkled on the ground, the crickets chirped everywhere, and the scent of the night filled the air, forming a soft net that enveloped all the scenery inside.

What the eyes touch is the thing that covers this soft net, any grass and trees, a cry, a word, a comfort, in the night it seems not as real as in the day, they all have a little blurred, empty color, each of which hides its delicate point, as if keeping its secret, making people have a dreamlike feeling.

Time is still moving forward, slowly, sometimes it feels like time is going fast, it is experiencing the joy of life, sometimes it feels like time is moving very slowly, it is experiencing the pain of life.

Late at night, Xiao Yang was lying on the bed alone, and the soft moonlight was scattered on the village attic, like a layer of faint white veil.

Originally, the dark night was the moment when children should be asleep, but at this moment, Xiao Yang's eyes were indeed tearful, and tears fell silently from his immature cheeks, wetting the quilt.

After being beaten by her aunt, although her grandmother comforted Xiao Yang Yi in time, her grandmother's love could not replace that woman's love after all.

The big osmanthus tree swaying in the wind, the mother's warm embrace is like the moon in the water, engraved very clearly, and the memories of the mother beside her unconsciously crawled all over Xiao Yangyi's whole thoughts.

But when many people are young, they are wronged, and they always like to hide in their mother's arms to cry and confide, and when they are happy, they also like to hide in their mother's arms to laugh and share.

If everything in the world can be replaced, perhaps the only thing that cannot be replaced is maternal love.

Mother's love is great and selfless, and no matter how big the mistake a child makes, it will disappear with a slight smile from the mother. Mother's love is immersed in all things, filling the whole world between, because of mother's love, people have gone from desolation to civilization and prosperity, with mother's love, society has gone from indifference and severity to peace and tranquility, with mother's love, people have moved from sorrow to song, with mother's love, there is also the birth of life, the continuation of human beings, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.

Mother's love is an eternal theme in love, giving mother's love sun-like interpretation and connotation, mother's love is not epic and shocking, there is no earth-shattering storm, mother's love is like an affectionate song, tactful and melodious, singing softly, always warming people's hearts.

Maybe it was a pain in the buttocks, or maybe he missed his mother, Xiao Yang also secretly sobbed silently under the quilt, his body shook slightly, very pitiful but lonely, he wanted to hug but was out of reach.

By the window, a rickety old man, through the slight moonlight, seemed to be able to see the tears on Xiao Yang Yi's face, and an old face also shed tears, gently rolled up his sleeves to wipe, and could only sigh silently.

Maybe he was tired of crying, or his heart was broken, or his whole person was numb, Xiao Yang also slowly fell asleep in fatigue, but the dream was full of the shadow of that woman.

The old man gently pushed open the door, as if he was afraid of waking up Xiao Yang Yi who was sleeping, sat on the edge of Xiao Yang Yi's bed, stretched out his hand to gently caress Xiao Yang Yi's cheek, and gently covered Xiao Yang Yi's quilt.

Xiao Yang in his sleep was also full of laughter, running around his mother, with an innocent smile on his face, only in his dream, Xiao Yang Yi felt that his mother had not left.

The old man sat for a night, motionless, just looking at his nephew at a glance, the moonlight slowly faded, and Qinghui slowly sprinkled on the windowsill of the attic instead of the moonlight, and sprinkled on Xiao Yang's cheeks full of smiles.

The old man looked at the slowly rising sun, stood up, and slowly exited Xiao Yang Yi's room, the rickety figure walked a little slowly, but very lightly, without making a sound, and did not disturb the sleeping Xiao Yang Yi.

Looking back, I suddenly found that maybe my mother is the moon in the night, and Xiao Yang is also the rising sun, although they are under a bright starry sky, it is difficult to meet, like two straight parallel lines, both moving forward in the vast time and years, but they will never intersect, only silent thoughts.