Time passes silently like sand at your fingertips.

Sunset in the mountains, the cool breeze crosses, the night is cloudless for a long time, and the moon is like water and is three watches.

The incense burner outside the window curls on the incense burner, and the green smoke drifts into the house again through the cracks in the window, and before you know it, it lingers in the depths of your mind.

In my vague memory, the gray-haired old man sat in the courtyard with his back bent, and the little girl in a floral dress babbled and read the textbook in her hand.

The sun shone down the yard, on the vines that climbed all over the shelves, and on the wrinkled faces of the old man.

The old man took a puff of dry tobacco and looked at the girls walking around the yard with a smile.

The little girl walked back and forth while reading the text in her hand: "Spring is coming, spring is coming, we children take off their padded jackets, rush out of the house, and run to the fields......"

The little girl smiled at her grandfather as she read, and the old man's cloudy eyes were full of this lively and lovely girl.

If you can't memorize a book, you will be beaten by your grandfather, but the girl is very well-behaved and sensible, she is rarely beaten in the palm of her hand, and she will often be rewarded by her grandfather for eggs.

The girl would eat the eggs clean every time, and she would also praise her grandfather's boiled eggs for being particularly delicious.

And each time, the old man would stretch the wrinkles on his face and smile kindly at the girl.

The humble yard was piled with firewood, and daisies and grapes that the girls liked were planted on the side, and the girls often picked a few flowers from the yard and inserted them into small bottles.

The girl put the vase with the flowers in her grandfather's room and happily circled it.

The floral dress is old, but it is very cleanly washed.

A group of children gathered around chatting, and the girl tilted her head and said that Xiaoyun's new clothes were so pretty.

Xiaoyun said with a smile that her mother bought it for her in Shenzhen.

Xiaoyun also said that when her mother came back for the New Year, she was holding a lot of things, and she didn't recognize it as her mother.

The sun shone on the faces of the children, and their cheeks were as red as apples.

The girl ran happily on the dirt road in a little floral dress, the hem of which was raised like the wings of a butterfly.

On the dirt road where the wind blew and the dust was raised, a dying bird finally lost its breath and fell to the side of the road.

The girl squatted down, and the bird's body was hit with a blood hole by a slingshot, the blood soaked the feathers, the slightly open beak stiffened and purple, and the crisp chirping disappeared at the moment of death.

The little floral skirt hung down on the ground, and the little girl did not dislike the blood stains on the bird's body, she carefully placed the bird in the floral skirt.

Then came the run.

The girl ran to the side of the road overgrown with wild flowers, which seemed to be large purple thin clouds.

The girl went to the farmer opposite and borrowed a small hoe.

- "Bang Bang ......"

There was the sound of a hoe digging into the ground, and the little girl dug a small hole in the ground and buried the dead bird in the earth.

Stretching out her hand and patting the hill that had been piled up, the girl picked another bouquet of flowers, and she put them on the mound where the birds were buried, and bowed twice with a smile.

The small flowers on the mound move with the wind, and the faint fragrance lingers.

The picture is blurry and chaotic, the memories that are intertwined into chaotic lines are poured out little by little, and the girl's smile is generally sunshine in the depths of memory.

In the summer, the trees are shady, and on the dirt road, several boys have slightly dark skin, holding a half-dead black snake in their hands.

The girl stood in the way and said loudly, "Let it go!"

There was a laugh of laughter, and one of the boys giggled and threw the snake at the girl's body, and the girl was not afraid.

The girl's compassion is a joke in their eyes, no one likes snakes, no one cares about the life or death of a brute.

But the girl did not give up, and she followed several boys all the time, tirelessly persuading them to let the snake go.

Ridiculed, name-calling, said she was a child without parents.

The girl wiped her tears and looked at the black snake that was still struggling in their hands.

In the midst of the chaos, a boy about the same age as the girl ran out of the farmer's house next door, with the boy still holding a slingshot in his hand.

The boy said that her mother was an elementary school teacher, and that if she didn't release the snake, she would call her mother over.

The boys were frightened, frowning and throwing the black snake into the grass.

Watching the black snake slowly crawl towards the woods, the girl smiled brightly and thanked the boy in front of her.

They sat down on the big rock, and the girl asked, "What's your name, aren't you afraid of snakes, and do you like small animals too?"

The boy touched his head: "My name is Ping'an, my mother said that she hopes that I will be safe and sound for the rest of my life, and my mother told me that any life is worthy of respect." ”

The girl nodded: "I'm so envious, I don't have ...... mom and dad."

"But it's okay, we're going to try to survive on our own!" the girl looked at the boy and grinned widely.

People always have to look forward, this is also what the girl's grandfather said.

Grandpa said that his daughter Su Mei is promising, and she is a big boss in the city, but he doesn't want to burden Su Mei, she is old and it is inconvenient for her.

Su Mei is different, she is still young and still struggling, as long as Su Mei is doing well, he is an old man, no matter what.

The mountains are full of Huaiyang, and the mountain roads are winding and wide and narrow.

The girl likes to tell her story about the huge old locust tree halfway up the mountain, the old locust tree has lush branches, and there are often passers-by under the tree to enjoy the shade.

All things have spirits, big trees and sky.

The girl left half a bottle of milk from her grandfather and poured it at the bottom of the tree, stroked the ancient tree with both hands, and said with a smile:

"Big tree, when you grow taller, when you can touch the white clouds, can you bring everything I said to you to your parents......"

The girl leaned against the tree and smiled like a flower.

The surroundings are very quiet, the fragrance of acacia poplar flowers wafts in, the cicada noise forest is more quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded.

Later, the leaves were green, the tall grass and trees moved with the wind, and the girl's skirt fluttered like butterfly wings.

Suddenly, the four-horned white deer in the mountains jumped up, suppressing the surrounding grass and trees, and the black snake hovering in the dark "Sisi" spit out red cores.

The girl turned her head when she heard the sound, and saw a four-horned white deer next to the mountain stream, the white deer's eyes were clean, as if it had human emotions.

The white deer looked at the girl, and the girl looked at the white deer.

Unexpectedly, the purple bouquet in the girl's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the surrounding birds chirped and the breeze was slow.

In front of the white deer is a mountain stream, which zigzags down.

The girl is on the left, and the white deer is on the right.

The calm and unwavering gaze lasted for more than a minute, and Bailu's eyes seemed to have a smile in them.

After a few moments, the deer chirped and turned deeper into the jungle.

The girl froze in place, she crouched down to pick up the wildflowers that had fallen to the ground, and at the end, she looked at the jungle where the white deer had disappeared, and laughed.

The mountains were filled with fog, and the girl's eyes were gradually overwhelmed by the fog.