The geese feed on the four seas,

Build a nest for your children.

Eclipse a thousand times a day,

lest the children do not have enough to eat.

On this morning, Ermao had just opened the door, and the uncle of his sister-in-law's family came over with his hands behind his back. When he saw Ermao, he said: "Ermao, go to the grave with me tomorrow, this year the young people in the village have gone out, there is little labor, add the grave in advance, you prepare the tools, I will call you tomorrow." ”

"Middle, middle, uncle, sit in the house."

"Don't sit down, I'm busy for the past two days, and I'm here."

"Medium, medium, then you are busy, uncle." Ermao looked at him respectfully and walked past him.

"Ah, it's almost clear, the eunuch must come back to burn the paper, maybe the aunt will come back too." Ermao muttered in his mouth and walked back, and went to find a shovel when he entered the hospital.

Ermao pulled the shovel for a long time to find the shovel, and the shovel that had not been used for a long time was rusty. Ermao took it out of the door, walked to the stone mortar on the corner of the courtyard house, and grinded it.

Ermao grinded the shovel and silently prayed in his heart that his aunt would come back, and said in his heart: "Ermao misses you!" Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought about it.

He has experienced a lot during the period after his aunt left, and he has experienced the happiest male deeds in the world again and again, but after that, he did not feel happiness, only felt the orgasm of the flesh. The insignificance and powerlessness in front of women made him feel the paleness of the world, and he felt that he was only a clown in the world, a clown with a man's full armament, a lonely clown. He can only give them the joy of heroism, but not the happiness of life, and only brings them painful heart-rending trauma.

He knew in his heart that what he had given them was the pain that crushed their hearts, and they endured it silently, none of them ever resented him, and he saw their strength in the face of pressure and humiliation. So he wept about his own incompetence and hated his own insignificance.

He thinks of his aunt, and when his aunt is at home, he can restrain his free and lascivious heart.

A few days before the Qingming Festival, Ermao went to the grave with the uncle, and he buried his head and silently shoveled up a shovel of soil. His heart was heavy on the graves one by one, until his body was drenched in sweat, and he worked desperately to relieve the hatred he had pressed in his heart.

Every day when the uncle goes back to the village, he has to tell the old and young clansmen left in the village that Ermao is good, whose grave is good today, and who should be added tomorrow, remember to take a box of cigarettes for Ermao.

At night, people who have received a little bit of strength and favor from Ermao will take a box of cigarettes to thank Ermao, Ermao blushed and resolutely refused to accept it, and then sent the person away with a smile.

Drank the evening soup. Chen Hong took Sanni and Chen Xue to his house to Kan Dashan, and when he entered the door of Ermao's house, he heard Chen Hong say: "I heard that the village is going to be connected to electricity. ”

"Really, I don't lie to you, I listened to the village chief."

"Okay, okay, when there's electricity, there's a TV to watch." Sanni said happily. Then he looked at Ermao and said: "Ermao, you can buy a TV when the electricity is turned on." ”

"What do you buy?" Ermao was still sitting in her aunt's place, and looked at Sanni with her hands and said.

"Let the eunuchs buy it."

"Why? Why did he buy it for me? ”

"You can show him his home and farm him."

"I live as a housekeeper. I farmed and ate. ”

"Then your aunt buys it."

"There is no shadow of the aunt, where can I let the aunt buy it."

"She's not coming back?"

"I don't know, I can't bring her back yet."

"It's Qingming Festival, won't the eunuchs come back to the grave to burn paper?" Chen Hong looked at Ermao and asked.

"Who knows? Should come back. If he doesn't come back to burn paper for his father, his aunt will not follow him. ”

"That's soon, let's see if Qingming comes back?"

"Ermao, let's talk about a book tonight. After the electricity is turned on, they all watch TV, and who still listens to you and read. Chen Xue interjected at this time. Chen Xue is a steady woman. Generally doesn't like to talk very much, Chen Xue looks like her aunt, but she is more dignified than Chen Hong, reserved and delicate. At first glance, she is a woman that men cannot reach. A hint of majesty shines through the corner of the eye, making the man shy away.

"I'm trying to sing, too." Let's go get the guy.

The snare drum was quickly set up, and Ermao tried the drum, "Knock, knock." The sound of drums swirled out of the tiled houses, piercing the night sky.

"Knock, knock, knock...", after beating the drum, I heard Ermao pull his dumb throat and sing: "Tell a story, don't tell a story, compose a poem first!" What it says is: the horse painted on the wall can't be ridden, and the old sow can't grind the donkey; The eldest girl loves to look at the handsome guy, and the little daughter-in-law loves to look at her son-in-law; The more the mother-in-law looked at it, the happier she became, and the more the father-in-law looked at it, the more anxious she became: If it weren't for her daughter's face, how would the turtle grandson recognize you as a relative! He sang it, looked at Chen Hong and smiled. When Chen Hong came to his senses, he stepped forward and grabbed the drumstick and hit Ermao, this scene seemed to return to the happy times before, after a burst of chirping laughter and scolding. Tears soaked in Ermao's eyes, and he thought of apricot blossoms again.

"Alright, alright, let's stop making trouble, I'll sing you a book."

"Knock, knock, knock..."After a burst of drums, I heard Ermao sing: "Tell a story, don't tell a story, compose a poem first!" What it says is: geese feed all over the world and build nests for their children. In the end, I will eat thousands of times, lest my children will not have enough to eat. The little swallow will be kept for a few days, and the feathers of the wings will be pierced on the arms. forgot about his parents' parenting and labor, spread his wings and flew away. ”

"Knock, knock. During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. The spring in the north has been exhausted, and there is one less person in the house several times. Ermao sang with tears flashing in his eyes, and he continued to sing: "The little swallow flew through the door, leaving attachment and looking forward to spring." Today, I don't sing Wenlai or Wu, I sing a hard-working Mrs. Si. The first month of the month is the first month, and the little daughter-in-law sends the lang out of the house. For the sake of food and clothing for his wife and children, he supported his waist and went to the countryside to earn money. February miles come on February 2, and the dragon raises its head to celebrate the spring equinox. The little daughter-in-law is lonely, and she is looking forward to hearing from her husband. He pierced his hand with a needle under the lamp, and bit his finger and felt a headache. March mile came March 3, the peach blossoms in the yard were chaotic, a peach blossom went out of the wall, passers-by turned away and did not ask, the flowers were red and willow and green, and the little daughter-in-law Sifu lost weight. April came to the beginning of April, and the summer came to the thin clothes, and the little daughter-in-law Sifu was lying on the bed. I dreamed that a man came to cross the river, took off his pants and waded through the water, and his pants fell to the condyle at his feet, revealing a mallet that was so strong, and he touched the bed of his daughter-in-law who was shocked. May mile to the Dragon Boat Festival, sprinkle realgar to ward off evil, sprinkle two handfuls of ash in the front garden, hang the sachet in the back hall, the daughter-in-law is busy before and after, and is busy until dark in the morning. June miles come June 6, the sun hangs on the right head, and the fields hoe and sweat. Our family is busy working in the field, and there is no need to worry about other families having men. July came to the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were in session, and there was love in the sky to build a bridge, and the little daughter-in-law Sifu had tears. August is 15 miles, the moon is full and the autumn wind is blowing. The water in the river is clear and the moon shadow is down, and the little daughter-in-law Sifu goes to the railing bridge. Startled the frog jumping in the water, and a pool of autumn water swayed. In September, when I came to Chongyang, the little daughter-in-law Sifu went up the hill. Dogwood branches are inserted on the post, and the chrysanthemum is yellow in the sense of missing the husband. October came to the first day of the new year, and burned paper money to the cemetery. Resentment that the ancestors have no foundation, and they are incapable of working hard to give birth. In November, cold winds blew and snow covered the ground. I don't know where my husband is now, and the clothes are thin enough to go home? There is a wife waiting for you at home, and her body is white and soft and no one is pinched. December is another year, and I miss my husband with tears. Looking forward to the husband's return as soon as possible, he leaned on three crooked trees in front of the door, and the phoenix eyes outside the village looked through. Poor Sifu sad girl, sitting in front of the drum and crying. Sing a short section of the drum book, and you want to shed tears and not complain. Knock, knock..."

Ermao sang in a voice, and the eyes of the three women were dazzling. There was silence in the tiled house, Ermao blinked his eyes soaked with tears, tears couldn't stop coming out of his eyes, and two lines of clear tears flowed down his cheeks.

After this night, Chen Hong's eyes when he looked at Ermao had a layer of deep meaning.

Precisely:

The little swallow will be kept for a few days,

Piercing the feathers of the wings on the arms.

Forget the labor of parenting,

Spread his wings and shook his feathers and flew away. (To be continued......)