The red on my fingertips
The dried quilt tops have a faint smell of soap powder. I hold this end, my mother tugged that end, pulling a good frame, two people gently loose a bent bridge, and then a straight; a hand and a pull, dragged over, sent over, leaning forward and backward, shaking out the appearance of pulling a big saw, laughing can not hold the arch itch out. Once you laugh, the rhythm is greatly disrupted, your hands and arms become soft as noodles, the bottom of your feet have no roots, and your body is light and fluffy. The hand that clutches the quilt is so soft that it has no strength, and with a crash, it breaks away from the head, and the quilt's small flowers instantly roam the ground. I had to try to use my strength, otherwise, I would have been swindled to the ground. The mother seems to be angry and strange: hold on, don't laugh! The more serious you pretend to be, the more you can't help but burst into laughter. If you are tugging on the quilt with your sister, for a while, you will be tug of war with a red face and neck, and for a while, you will be like two chicks fighting over an earthworm, and when you make a bad move, you will not be able to tell who will be swindled. The clouds were laughing, the wind was laughing, the birds were laughing, and we were laughing so hard that we couldn't stand up, and the tears in our eyes were trickling down without invitation. The hens holding the eggs were infected and fluttered to our heels, clucking and laughing, and the pigs were humming in their pens picking up the leftover laughter.
A seed of the mother earth
I am a seed, I am a son of the earth. The rain always follows a few not-so-small snowfalls. Those thousands of raindrops, which are cast into the rough soil, begin to moisten the lumpy earth. And then, spring plowing. The awakened seeds sprouted and they were scattered into the paddy fields by my father and the others who remained in the village. The mud in the paddy fields was pounded and mixed to look like thin mud. The seeds clung to the mud, and an upward and downward force was exerted at both ends of the seeds at the same time. As a large green seedling emerges from the water, a strand of white roots sticks down. A year's worth of hope grows in this soft mud, and then enters the golden dreamland of the father.
That piece of phoenix feather
Autumn rain, swift and vigorous, just like the old family's autumn beans, densely pulled out of the Tuo River water thousands of lumps, steaming out of the curling light smoke, adding to the mysterious mood and out-of-this-world beauty of Phoenix on a rainy night, so that my first visit to the Tuo River had a good feeling beyond expectations.
The empty shell
What caught my eye were some empty shells: cicada shells, snake molts, snails, spiders, grasshoppers, scorpions, lizards ....... These empty shells are not a lot, but here and there, scattered, looks very conspicuous. For example, the snake moult, although only an empty shell, but thin as cicada wings, transparent as paper, with exquisite lines and colorful patterns, although some broken holes, but the body is light and floating, can see through the network of patterns, the empty shell behind the branches, grass, buds, it seems that even the bones, muscles are clearly visible; and then the snail, although only an empty shell, but it seems to see the soft snail from the spiral pattern of the round shell The snails, for example, were only empty shells, but it seemed that the soft snails could be seen crawling out of their round spiral shells, looking around and probing. I think, these gorgeous and handsome empty shells, if worn on their owners, how magical and wonderful, and how much people like and excited. It's just that, because they are used to seeing human faces, the faces of these empty shells look strange and ugly. These empty shells, although hidden, or tree branches, or grass, or stone gaps, or poolside ....... But I found them, but where are the owners of these empty shells? Where did they go? Why do they molt? Is it to shed the old clothes and put on new ones, just like people?
The food market and the bookstore
On earth, there are two places where the freshness of the world curls up and steams. One place is the bookstore, which conveys the temperature of the human heart; one place is the food market, which emits the smell of food in the fireplace.
On the Gongchen Bridge
I have been living by the canal at Gongchen Bridge for twenty years. On the Gongchen Bridge, I have stood countless times to look around and reverie. Tonight, the moonlight is as bright as the flowing water under the bridge, thousands of tender willow branches lightly stirring the surface of the river at night, willow branches mischievously deep into the body of the river, the river is silently moistened with willow branches, they tacitly understand as a couple of three lifetimes, they are seasonal as a secret language, snuggle together. The spring breeze myrrh, lightly brush my face, the rich spring fragrance, let the heart fascinated. The noise of people can no longer disturb me, at this moment, I detailed survey of Gongchen Bridge, east and west, north and south, twenty years, never so carefully. Moonlight and flowing water silently as a companion, I want to connect the sky to the ground to connect the time and space, and Gongchen Bridge for a long conversation.
The xisha river
The Xisha River, formerly known as the Chengshui River, is on the west side of the old city of Zaozhuang, which I pass through every day on my way to and from work. As for its source, I have never visited the area north of the city where the Liangzi River, Canglang River, Niu Bei Quan and Tax Guo River meet. Visiting the source naturally does not matter, but the line to the end of the water is another matter, I always return with the flow, halfway back. Even so, I still felt the same kind of interest of the Tang people who visited Lijiuzhuang. In the past few years, I have met countless terrestrial and aquatic plants in this riverside wetland, and there are actually more than I have ever seen. There are countless birds and insects and fish.