Every time Ma Xiaoyue gets drunk, he mistakenly thinks that he is a monk who lives in seclusion in an ancient temple in the deep mountains, and everyone wants to promote Buddhism. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 There are three things he says most often when promoting the Dharma. The first sentence, "Color is emptiness", the second sentence "Color|What is really empty", and the third sentence, "Color|Is it empty!"

Often, before the third sentence is finished, Ma Xiaoyue has already taken the initiative to end the propagation of the Dharma and falls asleep.

What Ma Xiaoyue said can generally be used as a fart, but only one sentence is widely circulated. That sentence was excerpted from his only weekly diary in which he got an A, and later became his QQ signature. The sentence is: "Your bamboo horse, whose green plum did you marry; And you, whose bamboo horse did you take?"

In 1992, eight-year-old Ma Xiaoyue was still a big child. He is lively by nature, and when he jumps up and down, he is like a monkey. But such a lawless leather monkey, no one expected that one day suddenly a beautiful heart would be born.

At a young age, Ma Xiaoyu fell in love with his childhood sweetheart Tan Xi. This liking continued until the eve of his wedding. That night, the drunken Ma Xiaodian swore to a few iron buddies: "Dude, I, if I remember that woman with no conscience, I will be like this pile of bottles, and I will not die well!"

Ma Xiaoyue said, pushing a pile of beer bottles on the table to the ground. The crackling sound of glass shattering attracted the attention of the surrounding people who were eating supper. Ma Xiaoyue didn't notice it. He pointed to the pile of broken glass, stared at it, and fell down lightly.

After he had taken the oath, he was drunk and unconscious. Leaving a group of buddies bowing their heads and bowing their waists to apologize everywhere.

Although Ma Xiaoyue's oath was loud, he didn't have the perseverance to stick to this vow to the end. Tan Xi is his calamity, the cinnabar mole in his heart, and the obsession he can never let go.

But in 1992, Ma Xiaoyue, who was only eight years old, never expected that the crybaby Tan Xi sitting in front of him would make him forget it for half his life.

The head of the village, Mrs. Xu, is probably the earliest person in the entire Dage Village. Every day, as soon as the sky is numb, Mrs. Xu can't help but get up from the bed.

Years of old habits.

When Mrs. Xu was her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Xu's mother-in-law, the old lady with a sour face, would wake up Mrs. Xu, who was still very young, every day when the sky was just dawning. Then the old lady would take small steps back and forth, supervising Mrs. Xu to do all kinds of work. At one point, it was still dark, and only a glimmer of light came through. Mrs. Xu was instructed by the old lady to chop pigweed. Unexpectedly, I didn't see it clearly, and cut a big hole in my hand, and suddenly the left hand that was ramming the pigweed became bloody.

After that, Mrs. Xu's left hand fell with a long and narrow scar that ran across the back of the hand. Every rainy day, the whole left palm hurts dullly.

In the spring and autumn seasons of the northern plains, it is often rainy. So whenever this time comes, Mrs. Xu feels that the days are long.

It's autumn again, and the rain is coming like a swift news. Just when Mrs. Xu's hand hurt and was about to stiffen. God is finally gracious.

Mrs. Xu's hand didn't hurt anymore, so she started to work again. After breakfast, take care of the chickens, ducks, and pigs at home. She turned around and went back to the house to take out her winter padded jacket and prepare to dry in the mildew. In the years when there is plenty of rain in the northern plains, it is easy for things at home to be stained with pale green mildew. If you don't dry it, you can easily get sick.

On this day, when she was patting her padded jacket on the clothesline, the third child of the Tu family passed by the path in front of the door.

"Third child, why are you going?" Mrs. Xu asked at the top of her voice.

"Send Xiaocao to sign up." Tu Laosan replied with a smile. At this time, Mrs. Xu saw Tu Laosan holding a little girl in a floral skirt from the gap in the padded jacket. Take a closer look, isn't that the third girl of the Tu family, Xiaocao?

"Yo, it turned out to be going to school, no wonder Xiaocao'er is so beautiful today~. It's like a water and a flower, and Granny Xu almost can't recognize it!" Xu Pozi slapped the padded jacket vigorously while joking about the little grass in a flower skirt and carrying a small schoolbag.

The little girl lowered her head, the corner of the shy Lala Daddy's clothes. The long, crow-winged eyelashes cast two large clouds of shadows on the little pointed face. The delicate and thin appearance looks particularly pitiful at the moment. The third child of the Tu family looked at his daughter who was carrying a new schoolbag, and unconsciously clenched his daughter's little hand: There is still one year, and my daughter must get through it!

In the eyes of seven-year-old Xiaocao, September 13, 1992 was an extremely beautiful day. It was the first time she walked through the gates of Ueno Elementary School.

Ueno Elementary School is located in the valley below Majiapu, separated from the four courtyards by a meandering Qing River. There is a stone arch bridge with a simple shape on the Qinghe River, which looks like a flying rainbow across both banks from a distance. The stone bridge looks old, and even the stone is stained blue and black with dead moss.

Walking through the four courtyards and crossing the old stone arch bridge, you can see the pale blue wall of Ueno Elementary School in the distance. In the surrounding mud houses, Ueno Elementary School is like a castle in a fairy tale. The pale blue wall, the green plants that climb out of the wall, the neatly arranged flower beds, and the cement paved roads in all directions...... These scenes dazzled Xiaocao, who was not yet six years old, as if a new world was slowly opening up in front of her eyes. The sound of reading came from the vermilion building next to it. Xiaocao looked up, but felt a little dizzy: the building was almost as tall as the mountain behind it.

This beautiful and unfamiliar environment made Xiaocao a little timid, and she couldn't help but clench her father's hand, and her little palms were sweaty, as if they had just been fished up from the water. Xu felt her nervousness and fear, Tu Laosan glanced at her lovingly, signaled her not to worry, and then pulled Xiaocao towards the row of pale blue brick houses opposite the red building.

School has been in session for a few days. But a round-faced man still entertained them with great hospitality. After Tu Laosan talked with the round-faced man for a while, the round-faced man called a middle-aged woman in her thirties and asked her to lead Xiaocao to the classroom.

The middle-aged woman is very gentle, and there is a smell of incense on her body. She reached out and pulled the timid grass up to the red building opposite.

The stairs are a bit steep, and the grass is small, so it's hard to climb. The middle-aged woman waited for her patiently, and when she saw that she was not strong, she would reach out in time to help her.