Chapter 1: The Evening Breeze

The wind of 1983 passed through this endless idle and self-seeking troubles, and swept the long river of memories gently and gently. The wind by the river pond www.biquge.info the pen and the pond swayed with the reeds, and there was a "rustle" sound, and the first to shake must be the tallest reed, and the reeds below are still budding, so they are still like the vitality of youth, swelling and looking forward to it.

There is a small ditch on the edge of the rice field, but it is not a long slip, but a round body of water, so it is like a small lake, the center of the lake is covered with Artemisia annua, hesitantly wandering to both sides, igniting the reverie in the center of the lake, rushing against the hesitation of the lake embankment. These artemisia annua can be lit, grandma said, when the artemisia grows up, it will be summer, light the fire, you can smoke mosquitoes. So I really wanted these artemisia seeds to grow up quickly, and I wanted to see how the mosquitoes were smoked.

I don't know who dug a pit next to the lake, and a lot of water seeped out of it, and there was something swimming in it, I said it must be a small fish, and the second son said that it was a toad seedling, so we fished it, fished it with our hands, hit it with a stick, and slapped the water surface with our bare feet, so these little things swam from here to there, and the second son could catch it from there, and the second son rushed from there, so I caught it from here, and there was nothing to hold it, so I dug up and blasted the mud, made it into a bowl, put water on it, and a mud tank became it. As soon as we put these little things inside, we ran to the village with joy.

If you want to think of the east end of the village, you must first pass through the west end of the village, and your grandmother's house is in the middle of the village, so whether you are from the east to the west or from the west to the east, you must pass in front of the grandmother's house. The second son ran and ran, and ran away from the shoes, and ran back to pick up the shoes, but before he was halfway there, the other shoe was lost in the process of looking for the shoe, but I was so happy, next to the pigsty at the west end, a big elm tree was idle with elm money, and more idle than the big elm tree was the farmer under the tree, and what was more idle than the croppers was the smoke ring from their mouth, and I even thought that they must have smoked more tobacco leaves than they said, and presumably what they had to say must be the most idle.

But the third uncle still said in the most idle tone: "Two stupid boys, do you know what you are arrested?" It's really not small, aren't you afraid that it will bite your ***? After saying that, a group of men and women sitting around laughed, young and old. My second son and I stood at the nearest point of their laughter in a daze, not knowing whether to advance or retreat? I wonder who the little thing swimming in the clay bowl in his hand is?

Seeing the two of us stunned there, the gang laughed even more, the evening breeze blew impartially between me and them, the moon came up, illuminating half the village, the smoke rose from the chimneys of the mud houses, those laughter accompanied by smoke, accompanied by falling elm money, accompanied by my childhood, flew between my fingers, blurred my eyes, and in the distance was a more ethereal future, telling of the waiting of the past.