The wolf sucks the blood, and the sorrowful despair. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info only the eyes of the wolf in my mind, cruel and bloodless, blankly overlapping in the moonlight, lonely resounding in the quiet night sky, the wolf's back in Hongman, the image of eternity standing in the wind, the grass is green, and everything is silent. Suddenly the wolf was howling, and the jackdaw was straight up to the clouds.

He Yunhong went to Taiwan with the Kuomintang before liberation, and his newlywed wife and elderly parents at home at that time had been in Taiwan for more than 30 years with the longing for his parents and wife. More than 30 years later, He Yunhong returned to the mainland, he could not hide his excitement, and returned to his hometown in Jiangsu. Deceased. The wife also marries someone else.

He Yunhong couldn't hide the end in his heart, and silently walked to his parents' cemetery, where there are dozens of cemeteries scattered and messy, and the Yangtze River is backed by a flood control embankment. Next to it is a barren beach, He Yunhong, led by a childhood friend, finally found a corner of the grave of his parents, He Yunhong sat by the grave of his parents, crying bitterly. His childhood playmate quietly walked away, and He Yunhong danced with his hands, crying like a complaint. I cried until the sky was dark, and the moon was on the willows. The crow croaked in the dark night, He Yunhong was sober up, more than 30 years with a flick of his fingers, dust to dust, soil to earth, once parted and competed forever, his parents had no one to serve, and he died sadly, how to make people heartbroken.

He Yunhong thought about it stupidly all night and had an idea in his heart. The next day, at dawn, He Yunhong began to build two small tile houses by the cemetery, and from now on, he would guard the graves of his parents, and in the blink of an eye, after a month or two, He Yunhong used his savings to build a fence for the cemetery, built a few cement roads, and carried some pine and cypress trees. The whole cemetery is clear and solemn.

This day, there was a terrible cry outside, a funeral procession, surrounded by a small coffin, a young woman hugged the coffin tightly and did not let go, calling the sky and grabbing the ground, He Yunhong looked at it quietly and listened. The woman's heart-rending cry and shouting, 'Son, you are sleeping, why don't you ignore your mother?' Then she slapped the coffin and seemed to wake up, 'You dead man, who told you to play in the water, why are you so disobedient, you deserve it, you deserve it, you dead man, dead man' The woman suddenly laughed after speaking, 'Hahaha, hahaha' laughed non-stop. They grabbed her, dug a pit, hurriedly lowered the coffin, and buried it. The woman suddenly fell silent and muttered, 'Son, my mother bought you a lot of toys and your favorite peach shortbread,' and the woman kept rummaging through her bag, and suddenly seemed to realize something. "Where is my son, where has he gone?" rushed to the small grave like a madman, and everyone stopped her and forcibly pulled her back. He Yunhong sighed silently, ridiculous to the world, striving for fame and fortune, only when he has seen life and death can he understand the shallowness of fame and fortune. He Yunhong was tired, and went to bed early in the evening, and slept until midnight, when he suddenly heard giggling laughter from the cemetery next to him. He Yunhong put on a coat, walked to the window and looked out, an unkempt figure, crawling on the small grave, digging the soil with both hands, smiling in his mouth, followed by the child, the child shouted, 'You feel it, mother sings for you.' 'The moonlight, the moonlight, shone on the ground and made frost. Little guys, little guys, hurry up and put on new clothes. 'After singing, the hand and dance' are so beautiful, the children are so beautiful, and the children are so beautiful, he, hehehe, hehe, like laughing and crying. He Yunhong left the window, presumably that woman, she was already crazy. I didn't feel that my eyes were a little wet.

The next day, there was a funeral procession, the deceased was an old man who had helped the village herd cattle all his life, and he had cultivated the land in the village. The old man has a constant affection for the cow. Tractors are now used in the village, and the cattle are either old or slaughtered. The old man's mind couldn't turn around, his mind was in a trance, and he died of depression. He Yunhong watched everyone bury the old man. He sat silently at the door smoking a dry cigarette, watching a group of people leave, and he flicked the soot on the soles of his shoes, looking sad.

Time flies, and before I know it, in the late autumn season, the sun is simply repeated and repeated. He Yunhong leaned in front of the door, looking into the distance, the east of the big river, the waves and sands, the eternal romantic characters, thinking about Gongjin back then, Xiao Qiao was married for the first time, and he was full of spirits and went forward. The past is like the wind, unbearable to look back, He Yunhong felt nostalgic for life and silently recited a Song poem, but saw the source of the Yangtze River, the sun was setting, and the remnant sun was like blood. So he turned around and walked into the house, closed the doors and windows, and looked at the sky, a full moon hung in the sky, He Yunhong sat quietly on the edge of the bed, and did not turn on the light, like a clay statue of the Bodhisattva, did not move at all, leaned on the bed and fell asleep. Father stroked his head, mother took his hand, tears dripped on his face, father looked at him deeply, "Son, your mother is reluctant to swallow her last breath, shouting your name, Yun Hong, Yun Hong, her eyes are wide open, leaving the world." Dad was in such a hurry that he was blind from then on. was criticized and paraded in the streets. Dad is old and too weak to get out of bed, Dad wants to hold on for a few more years and wait for you to come back, and go to your mother to have an explanation, but Dad is sore, hungry and thirsty, Dad rolled out of bed and crawled to the river, and finally climbed to the river. After drinking a few sips of muddy water, my body felt a lot more comfortable, and my father thought, maybe I can last until my son comes back. But I lay by the river and never had the strength to climb back. I tossed for a long time, your mother came to pick me up, I inexplicably rolled into the river, and the villagers found out after two days and fished me out of the river. I know I can't wait for my son anymore, Dad is so sorry, child, Dad can't see you, let Dad touch you, your mother is afraid that you are hungry, there are still dried sweet potatoes in the jar in the corner of the bed, Dad didn't eat it. He Yunhong cried bitterly, 'The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt, the dense seam before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late, who is careless, and will be rewarded with three Chunhui. ’

'Driving' was followed by the second whip of the horn. He Yunhong woke up from the dream, he wiped the tears in his eyes, turned his head in surprise, and tiptoed to the window, the thick moonlight outside the window was extraordinarily clear, a tall old man was plowing the land with a cow, the old man was wearing a white robe, and he couldn't see his face clearly. The ox in front of him broke a horn, walked like flying, and floated around on the barren beach with the old man. Patches of land were turned over, and barren beaches became fertile fields. He Yunhong was shocked in his heart, could it be that he had hit a ghost, where were there cattle in the nearby ten miles and eight towns, who were plowing the fields here late at night. He Yunhong thought of the old man who was buried, it was because when he was full moon and extremely cloudy, the ghost was not gone. He Yunhong curled up motionless at the window. At this time, from outside the embankment came a desolate singing: 'Moonlight, moonlight, frost shining on the ground, little lady, little lady, quickly put on new clothes.' Which mad woman staggered up the embankment.

A snow-white little girl surrounded her, flying around like a butterfly, while singing and singing, whispering, the pigtails were coiled on her head, and her round face was inlaid with a pair of small sprinkler nests, moonlight, moonlight, shining on the ground with frost. The little girl clapped her hands. He Yunhong's scalp tingled for a while, what kind of song is this, like an owl crying at night. The little man jumped up and down to the old man who was ploughing the field, and the madwoman followed behind, her face was full of happiness and serenity, and she didn't have the desolation of the first place, and the little man stood next to the cow and ran back and forth with the ox, and the old man suddenly became irritable, and hit the cow with a bullwhip, and the ox suddenly jumped up more than three feet in anger. The plough pulled from behind also rushed out of the ground, and suddenly changed direction due to the obstruction of the hard clods of soil, and shot at the child. When it was too late, the woman miraculously protected the child. The sharp plough blade plunged into the madwoman's back, and blood flowed profusely.

He Yunhong's cat was under the window, and he couldn't help but sigh, the tall old man turned his head, a miserable white face, no facial features, only a crack, two arms flying with the wind empty, He Yunhong's head exploded, and when he saw the old man walking towards the hut, anger rose from his heart, and evil was born to the side of his guts. Picked up a big shovel, opened the wooden door and rushed out of the door, "Grass you fuck, do ghosts and want to hurt people, Lao Tzu is afraid of your hair, pick up the round big shovel to exert all his strength, and smash it to the old man, the big shovel smashed into the old man's heart, a hole was pierced in the chest, and the bubbling liquid flowed down, and I heard a crackling sound in the chest, and a palm stretched out from the chest into the crack on the face, pulling out a ball of brain. He Yunhong was dumbfounded, whether it was a blessing or a curse, and it was a disaster that could not be avoided. Lao Tzu fought with the devil back then, and his life was picked up, so let's do it. He pulled a dagger from the waistband of his trousers and rushed forward.

The front is clear, empty, and if you look closely at the cows, the little boys, the women, and the old men, you can't see it, and the barren beach is still a barren beach. He Yunhong seemed to be dreaming, he walked up the river embankment to look at the grave of his parents in front of him, his parents sat there and beckoned to him, He Yunhong rushed to the grave and hugged his parents numbly and cried, crying and crying and falling asleep unconsciously. The next day, the sun rose in the east, and He Yunhong woke up with the tombstone of his parents in his arms. Was the grave haunted last night. Finish. When I look back at Momiji, thank you to all those who love literature.

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