Brandy Brown
Stories (3/0)
Remember in that snowy
Remember in that snowy day, the cold wind, the snow in the sky like feathers fell down. The roof, the trees, the grass were white. I walked on the snow to the library, with the joy of being able to read books in my eyes, so I walked to run. Finally arrived at the library, the spacious library hall, plus a row of shelves full of books, the books on the shelves are dazzling. Next to a bookshelf sits an aunt. She is reading. She found me and came to me with a smile on her face and said to me, "What book do you need?" I think about it, I like Bing Xin's book best. I replied, "Bring me some books by Bing Xin." So my aunt brought me three books from the shelf, and the covers were exquisite. One is Bingxin essay collection, one is starry spring water, one is sending small readers. I am happy to take the aunt's book, said, thank you aunt! I sat on the stool in the library where people read books, quietly watching Bingxin essays, starry spring water and sending small readers. Bing Xin wrote prose with beautiful words and rich feelings. Especially to write remote Indian poet Tagore, there is a paragraph is written in this way, in the autumn wind last year, the moon is sparse one night, a book will inadvertently introduce you to me, I read your biography and poetry, a heart do not think about it, only deeply feel clarity... It was sad. How poetic and tender it is. Bing Xin wrote the second first of the stars, childhood ah! It is true in dreams, it is true in dreams, it is a tearful smile in memories. How apt! I remember my childhood, my sister and I went to the park to play on the swings. When the sun shone on our smiling faces, and the tears slowly flowed down our cheeks, it was as pleasant as a dream. Sending this book to young readers expresses Grandma Bing Xin's love for children and her missing for the motherland. Looking out the window fluttering snow, I looked at these three books, these three books became my childhood favorite books.Today, when we were driving back from visiting my sick grandfather in the hospital, the road construction and rain affected my father's normal driving route, so we had to return to the main road in the city. Unfortunately, it was just at the time of the rush hour, as I expected, a long line formed in front of a traffic light, and dad's car was among them....." Tick -- tick..." The continuous sound of the siren did nothing to speed up the time on the signal light display by a minute or a second. Faced with this scene, my heart is very bored, bored to look out of the window... There was one man, shuttling from car to car... .. ... He quickened his pace, and I wondered, what was he doing? He stopped in front of a nearby car, tapped on the window, but the owner ignored him, and with a look of embarrassment and frustration on his sweaty, rain-soaked face, he stuck a card on the driver's window and walked to our car. Oh, it's a salesman. The cloud of doubt in my mind gradually dissipated with his every move, but I couldn't help but frown: What if he put a card in Dad's window? Because people who have cars at home know that once the card enters the car through the window cracks, it will affect the normal operation of the car. He, came, the same tap on dad's window, thought dad would similarly ignore, did not expect dad smiled while rolling down the window, took the card. He said thanks and left. Yes, in this huge city, huge world, we are not the same small, who is easy to live? He braved the rain, fought for seconds with the signal light to work, as easy as anyone. We, too, so, please save a kind heart, let yourself, what others are no longer difficult! Even if this little card did not serve its intended purpose, it sent salesmen home early from work to find their wives and children; Didn't it increase the value of Dad's car window by avoiding the misfortune of a stuck card? So happy you and me, why not?
By Brandy Brown11 months ago in Journal
My brother is the same
My brother is the same as me, his surname is Zeng, his name is Chao, my name is Yue. What my dad and my uncle gave us both was "transcendence". It means that no matter in what aspect, I am superior to my brother, my brother is more than me, my brother is as thin as me, but he is very black, I am very white, my brother's aunt said that we are "black and white". My brother and I are very naughty, but he is very clever, every time grandpa, grandma, or aunt called him, as long as he is in, all "hey" a sound, and then ran over. Last year, my brother went to the army, the family sent him off for dinner, I went to the eye is red. When my brother saw that I was unhappy, he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Why are you so unhappy?" I just smiled and said "it's okay" and went to play hide-and-seek with my two ignorant sisters, actually pretending to be for everyone, and I secretly cried in the bathroom. My brother is a soldier in Zouping, said that it is very close to Zhangdian, but because of the study tension, I can not go to see my brother, I feel very sorry. I just called my brother several times, and he said that the training was very hard. I miss my brother very much, and I want to say a lot of words with my brother that will never be finished. Later, a good news came from my father, saying that my brother was chosen by the army because of his good performance, and went to the military district as a guard. I was very happy and proud of my brother. Although this is very good news, it will be more difficult for me to visit him, because I have less time, so I will have less opportunity to see my brother. Fortunately for me, "May Day" holiday is coming, our big family are going to see Ji 'nan brother, on the way, I think brother changed? After we came to Jinan, just to the gate of the military area, I saw my brother standing there, we went into the room to talk in detail, I mostly understand. Brother here performance is very good, every time the police protection commander sent him to, I think brother good prestige, and bodyguard like, now he and the army before he simply can not compare, he used to be thin, now standing in front of us. My brother looked so big, he had never looked like this before. My brother is no longer the man he used to be. He is a soldier.After Grandpa died, Grandma also left the Three Lions Village to go elsewhere with her aunt. A few weeks ago, my father, uncle and I came back to sweep the graves of grandpa and grandma. At this time, the village of Three Lions has also changed a lot. There are fewer Guanyin statues in the light cave of Sanshi Village Park, and the black hole is not as cold as I remember. The hillside in front of the three Lions' house was moved to a concrete road, and several houses were built on the main road. The stream is still so clear, but there are no snails and mussels inside. Back to the house I used to live in, now managed by my former friend. The guard of the big yellow dog does not seem to know me, only quietly let me touch its head, even my childhood friends also look at me, as if they do not know. Ah, Three Lions Village! Why has this beautiful little village become so urban? Why is this three Lion village so strange to me? In my memory, my three lion village is not like this: in spring, birds sing and flowers, the earth returns to spring, the bamboo forest behind Xiao Chun's home sends out bursts of charming fragrance, and lovely small bamboo shoots drill out of the soil. When the wind blows, the bamboo leaves rustle. The stream is frozen, like a child galloping forward joyfully. The three Lions Park on the mountains all over the flowers, that red like fire, lilacs petite sweet. Butterflies fly around the flowers. This perfect scene is more beautiful than Qi Baishi's landscape painting! In summer, my grandparents went to work in the fields. My cousin and I went to the swimming pool of the Three Lions Park happily, and after swimming, we went to the black hole to enjoy the air conditioning of nature. This black hole, what a comfort! This air conditioner is making me shiver. I miss the Three Lions Village in autumn. Autumn is cool, the harvest season. My grandparents harvested the rice. We don't go to the back hill to knock chestnuts and dates. When grandpa and grandma finished work, we would stuff the dates into their mouths. The roasted chestnuts at night are delicious. In winter, in the Three Lion village of pink makeup and jade, ice is hanging under every roof beam, shining, and every tree has become a beautiful ice sculpture. How beautiful it is! My village of Three Lions, I miss you
By Brandy Brown11 months ago in Horror
My left hand is the sky
My left hand is the sky flying desolate, the right hand is overwhelming hope. I chase the speed of the wind, I grasp the pulse of the rain, I gaze at the color of the sky. I let the memory fly, no longer lost. Night is the quiet field of the universe, I see the North Star as always shining, like you are beside me. You said: On the day you were born, there were two butterflies in the room who refused to leave, so you were called "butterfly" when you were born. I am always silent, I am always tired of listening to you tell the story that I already know. Every time I think in my heart: those two butterflies should be your guardian angels! You will always be surrounded by happiness, no matter what time, as long as you turn around you will see that I have been behind you. At that time too believe in eternity I often said: we will not be separated, friendship will be as permanent as the stars. But I don't understand why every time I say this, you just say "um" with a blank face. And I never wondered why you had that look until, until..... We separated, originally you know earlier than me, the melancholy in your eyes is the pain of parting. Let me have hope, hope broken by the wind, scattered on the ground, with the sound of basketball falling, so painful, so painful. The day before we parted, I said: we can not be sad, better. You want me to be okay, too. I said I would. I began to learn a person's loneliness, a person's stubbornness, a person's strong. One day, you tell me that you will not cry, you forget the past. I said, really? You nodded. I guess you really forgot. After all, memory is too beautiful, too painful. This may be a relief to you. Every time we meet, I will say to you, I am fine, I am fine, was so, is so, and will be so in the future. I forgot how I used to cry when you weren't around. I learn to forget, I learn to let go, I learn to put you in my heart. There is no eternal eternal, the memory of the ashes, is painful beauty. I am stubborn no longer wayward tears, the origin of the Ferris wheel will not answer the end. Don't hurt the butterfly. It hurts...Last year, I went to visit a distant relative. The elders of the family are an old couple. Unfortunately, the person I should call "great-aunt" is suffering from Alzheimer's disease, and almost does not know each other, does not know her husband and daughter, let alone me. That day, we are around a table to eat dumplings, her confused strength up, called my aunt called "uncle", called me "aunt", for a while to eat rice, for a while to the following, slightly unsatisfactory, grab a thing to the ground. Seeing that she was not decent, the aunt stiff-faced and said: "No more nonsense, no more nonsense I will ignore you." Strange to say, my aunt immediately obedient like a child, obedient. At this time, the telephone rang, someone urgent to aunt out for a while. Aunt Gong hurriedly left the dishes, before leaving, coax aunt said: "obedient, eat well, I will be back in a moment, otherwise I will never come back." At this time, my aunt quietly pulled my aunt aside, from her sleeve to take out a few of the nearly rotten dumplings, secretly like a child who has done something wrong to our side, and nervously handed it to my aunt, saying: "I know that you like to eat the locust dumplings in front of our house, and these are filled with locust flowers. I secretly hid them here while everyone was not paying attention, so that they might take them. You can eat them on the road." Aunt Gong looked at the delirious aunt, looked at the broken sophora dumplings that could not swallow, and cried for a time. This scene, everyone present saw in the eyes, it is so moving. I saw tears in every eye. A person can not know his family, do not know friends, can also call his husband uncle, can also call a few generations younger than his "aunt ", but it can never erase the vague love in his heart, that seems to have no care. What kind of feelings can transcend time and space and leave such a mark in the blank memory? Since then, every time someone talks to me about the greatness of love or family affection, I will think of this story, which makes me don't know whether it should be called love or has been sublimated into love.
By Brandy Brown11 months ago in Families