The winds of the south are hiding

Blowing up the ripples of green waves

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On the side of the road in the field, there was a girl

She has the color of the field, the light of autumn water

The leaves on the shoulders fell, sweeping the melancholy between the eyebrows

She has a winter secret

Hidden by late autumn

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The winds are long in the south

Pull the kite string into the distance

pulls the longing and confusion

The curtain was drawn and the bell rang

(lalala...... ）

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Girls from the South

I still remember the north that year

Thick white snow

Bury the hometown under the winter wheat

-- Gan Luo, "Southern Girl"

Ganluo picked up the letter paper, blew hot air on the short poem he had written, the ink dried, folded carefully along the red line of the paper, and carefully tucked it into the yellowed vellum envelope.

A sparrow stopped by the window, dusted off the morning dew on the feathers, turned his head to look at Ganluo, saw the other party's quiet gaze, stopped for a while, and then flew away as if nothing happened.

She didn't have a diary, but she had a box of letters, neatly stacked on a regular basis, according to the date.

Even in her dreams, she clearly remembered that the day she left was the season when the cuckoos first bloomed, in March.

The life of the Gan family by the mountains and rivers came to an end on that day.

Rusty green trains, box after box, the clatter of the railroad sleepers circulating and dying as the train progresses...... A pair of small hands timidly opened the window, it was Ganluo's first time on the train, curious and weak-hearted.

When the train arrived at the platform where it stopped, the cardboard box in her arms moved, and the plush head that was trying to drill out was visible from the small hole in the hole, she stretched out her index finger, poked it gently, bent down and buried her head and muttered:

"Don't mess around, you'll be left behind. ”

Her fingertips were wet, and the fluffy round head in the box changed direction, and she opened her mouth to bite Ganlo's finger and lick it, she squinted and chuckled and withdrew her hand.

"Little doll. The grandmother on the side squinted at the carton, reached out and patted Ganluo, "Shhhhhhhhhhh ”

"Ganluo!" Mom stretched out her foot and touched Ganluo's ankle on the other side, shaking her head, and Ganluo was clever and hurriedly raised her sleeve to cover the cardboard box.

At this moment, a man wearing a blue uniform walked through the aisle of the carriage with a red rosacea, melon seed shells, cigarette butts, fruit skins, phlegm stains, shoes taken off, and torn socks on the ground...... The mess squeezed the ground, and the man avoided it with one foot and one foot from side to west, all the way without a straight eye.

Third-class carriages, second-class in slow-distance trains.

There are no rules, no courtesy, two people can fit four people, and the empty space under the chair is a comfortable "sleeper" for fare evaders.

Here, the ticket inspectors are too lazy to check the tickets, and they go through the "smell-stricken area" like a formality, and do things hastily.

Seeing the ticket inspector walking by, Gan Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and the woman on the left with a yellow skin and wrinkled face took out the chicken leg that was hurriedly stuffed into the cloth bag again, and the three plastic bags were stuffed full.

The woman got up and continued to shout at the top of her voice, "Sell chicken legs, sell chicken legs, three yuan a piece, three yuan a piece, it's very fragrant." ”

"And mustard, crunchy ......"

The greasy oil on the plastic bag spilled from the inside and smuggled to the outside, and the chili pepper skin wrapped in watercress stuck to the overcooked chicken thighs.

The bag was opened, and the smell of sweat, feet, dry smoke, and spicy chicken thighs poured into the nasal cavity like streams of color, and the confused Ganluo was dazed.

"Meow. ”

"Shhhh

"Mom, do you still have dry buns? Cat, she's hungry. ”

"Bear with me, it's a few stops away, you four uncles will pick us up, and we'll eat when the time comes." ”

"Hmm" Gan Luo responded, turned his head to look at the window, reached into the box with one hand and touched Xiao Mi's hairy head.

At that time, the security check at the small station on the edge of the autonomous region was only seen with the naked eye, and Xiao Mi was able to enter the crowd and get on the train.

Ganluo missed the taste of roasted sweet potatoes a little, looked at his mother, and opened his mouth carefully, "Why don't my brother and father come with us?"

"The bud grain at home has not been confiscated, and after this season, after the bud valley is sold, my brother and father will come down, didn't I tell you? Why do you still ask?"

"Hmm" Ganlo nodded, burying his head in silence.

She was both curious and resistant...... The little girl was quiet and a little abnormal.

That year, she remembered that she had an illness.

Ganluo pulled away from the memories and looked at the sealed envelope on the table, wondering why she remembered the memory of leaving by train so clearly?

If you think about it, maybe it's because the roar of the train deepens her memory.

The mountains nourished the bones of her character, and the water nourished her temperament.

Because of this, on the road of Ganluo's later growth, he attracted all kinds of people, good or bad, surprised or happy.

She propped her chin and looked out the window, the tea in her hand was slightly warm, and the breeze was blowing, just like the summer of that year......