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Tao Village in Lingdangwei dam, less than half of the city, under the dam bridge, walk a sandbar, to the west gate of the city.

A line, a dozen heavy tiled houses, mud walls, lime painted bricks, more than a shine in the sun, indicating that Tao Jia village is always thriving. The bamboo forest behind the house, with green leaves piled up like steps, slanted to the bank, and the river made a bend along the bamboo, gurgling past. It was really close to the city, with only the river in the middle. A section of the wall was right against the bamboo river. There was a path in the bamboo forest, and you could see it from the city. When the setting sun does not shoot Tao Jia village (at this time there are a lot of tour city), it is inevitable that some people climb the city crenel probe the first look at the water, but the result of the city people look at the city people, as if not to say that the water is clear bamboo leaves green - people also look at the city.

Tao Jia Village across the bridge where there is a stone tower, named washing tower. People say that at the beginning there was no bridge, to "ferry". Ferryman refers to the paper made of bamboo to carry pedestrians across the river. An old man named Zhang, whose hair was as white as silver, ferried the sun here. One day, He Xiangu came down to heaven to carry the old man to heaven. The old man said, "I won't go. How do people from the city go to the country? How do country people go to town?" But the old man died that night. When we rise early in the morning, there is a bridge over the river and a tower over it. He Xiangu repaired the bridge overnight. Repair the bridge to wash your hands, into the tower. Chen Deafzi in Tao's village did not believe this story. He said, "Don Zhang wants to ferry money, doesn't he?" Ferrying people still want to give him money, like the deaf "work" is the same, so can not go to heaven.

The tower is not high, and a big maple tree is high above the tower. Passers-by from far away always stop to take a shade. Sitting under the tree, Lingdang Wei could see at a glance, only saw the world of Lingdang Wei, a heavy mountain outside the dam, two mountains, although not close to know, but the woods in the mountainside. Lingdang Wei is not a big Wei, the shape of the basket, the basket did not contain a flower, from the bottom of the green -- if the buckwheat or rapeseed flowers open, it is full of flowers. The rice fields were unmistakable, and the trees filled with balls in the woods, and no one from the city could tell that it was a village or a garden, or that trees had been planted around the pond, even though they often came to play at Lingdangyu. The trees on the dam are called Lingdangwei. The sky is smaller than the earth. Except for Tao Jia Village and a small temple opposite Tao Jia Village, walking is a circle in the woods. Sometimes they heard an axe being hacked down. They never heard it again or saw nothing. The little temple, seen from this side, revealed a white wall, though it was hidden, it was a little temple. At the end of the day, there is no sun in this area, and the trees are very dark. Some people thought that this temple might be the village temple, for it was so small that it was almost the same size as the Shuizhu Temple on the hillside behind it, but the forest of the Shuizhu Temple was only bamboo forest on the distant hills. City people have the end of his body did not ask the Tao village people this temple, the end of his body has not seen so white wall.

The field at the gate of Tao Jia village does not harvest grain for nine years, so it is not intended to plant grain in the first place. It is too low and there is water all the year round, so the harvest is an unexpectedly good year (according to Tao Jia Village, the good year is a year of drought). The grass was attached to the straw, and the straw grew to the foot of the dam, and the shade shaded the grass to keep it cool. The cattle of Tao Jia Village let loose at the foot of this dam, and so did the donkeys of the city. And man loves to lie here with his hands and feet outstretched and his eyes closed toward heaven. A road of sand encircles the paddy field through the Ring-dangle.

Ling Dang Wei is named after this Ling Dang.

Lingdang belongs to Tao Jia village, around the evergreen dwarf forest, very dense. Walk on the dam. Looking at a corner of white water. Swinging shore, green grass scattered wild flowers, into a circle. There are two gateways, one with a vegetable garden and several beds of garden planted by Chen Deaf.

Ling swing deep, Tao village two father know, two father is seventy-eight years old, said, Daoguang nineteen years, left their Ling swing did not become dry soil, but also about to see the bottom. Net up the big fish really many, carp big 20 jin. This time Tao village can be lively, people from six cities to see, washing tower is people, people crowded in the swing, trees are crowded sparse.

The rhombus leaves covered the surface of the water, about half swing, the rest is white water. When the sun is at the top, there is no sound of birds in the forest, and passers-by do not see the water in the past. If it is a regular customer, around the place to enter the import to play, a glance to flash up and down, day and water. I stopped, and the water chirped -- it was as if the water were filled with the sound of one after another! Turn the head, or see a man fishing, fishing only look at his one line. You walked out without a word. It's like going to the city, and you're still wandering through the streets.

Such a person, always think there is a thing is deep, blue, green, and so round.

City people do not think Ling swing is Tao village, is Chen deaf. Everyone knew the deaf man, loved him, made fun of him, especially the woman who did the laundry, most of whom lived in the West City, where the river was thirsty and came to wash it. Deep swing, this was stirred by them. When the sun was setting and dawn was just breaking, they could be heard on the dam, and even those who sat on the grass at the foot of the dam with their heavy clothes basket "hitting a stack" echoed those who were pounding at their emaus. Wild flowers made their futon, the original green grass they stepped into the road.

Chen deaf, usually omit the Chen character, just called deaf. He had worked in Tao's village for more than ten years, so it was easy for him not to speak, and he would listen to others. Everyone called him that as if he were jealous of him. But it may not have started in Tao's village, where he seems to have brought no other name. Two father's garden is his kind, the garden out of the vegetables also want him to pick out the street to sell, two father believe he is a person, back to the number of a penny to the hands of two father. The washerwoman asked him for radishes to eat -- just as if he were in a radish field, he pulled up a large one and gave it to her. But when he asked for a turnip, he agreed to a turnip, and his turnip was not good, he had nothing to say back, and he laughed. The radish in Lingdang Wei is really sweet in the mouth.

When the diamond is full of swings, there is sometimes a small paddle in the swing (which a man can carry on his back), and it is often Chen who is deaf. The second father did not know where the deaf man had gone. The second father watched his cattle graze at the foot of the dam and did not pay attention to his deaf man. The deaf picked the diamond to go home -- the deaf picked the diamond in the swing!

The deaf always go to pick the water chestnut, just as the Ling swing in the Ling swing Wei do not show its water.

Once a deaf man sent a basket of water horns to Shijiajing, a famous lane in the city where the family of Shi lived. The walls of the two courtyards formed a deep lane. The stone-paved path was where the child walked, stepping loudly on purpose to make the echo sound. The deaf man went to the gate of the Stone family and stood still, looking up at the pomegranates in the courtyard as if he could see people in this way. The dogs ran out and jumped on his shoulders and barked. One was black, the other white, and the deaf man, unable to separate his eyes, stood on a stone, clutching the basket in both hands, until the dog called out the Stone girl and stopped the dog for him. The stone girl saw a basket of red water chestnut, smiled: "Is my home bought?" The deaf man was frozen by the dog, not a word, but he smiled at the little girl's teeth. The little girl led him in, and then showed him out. He doesn't even make a sound when he walks.

Later, whenever the granddaughter of the second father quarreled, the deaf man would murmur:

"Look how nice the little girls are in the street!"

That's what he always said.

One day, the sun has been down the west Mountain, the green sky covered the Lingdang Wei, the same green, different colors, the white wall of the temple of Bashang, a deaf man under the dam, he just came from home on the garden, picked a bucket, with a hoe. He will carry water to water the green peppers in the garden. He heard that there were several people washing clothes. The wind is cool. Bucket rest under the bed diameter, load hoe along the bed walk, eyes to see a eggplant. Green pepper has a red, can not see the front.

He went back to his place, the pole across the bucket, he sat on the pole, took out a cigarette pole to eat, his whole body at his waist. The deaf man has a strong temper. If it were another man, the second father would repeat it several times a day. But his deaf man (Wang Siniu from Xiawan in the Wei Park) said, "What do you do if you don't eat cigarettes? Besides deaf peach water, sell vegetables sell water chestnut!) .

The flint blows the fire - this is Chen deaf for Ling swing added.

The deaf who eats cigarettes is a hunchback.

Bit the smoke side of the head, listen --

It was Mrs Zhang. Mrs Zhang said a funny thing. The deaf laugh.

Tie the cigarette pole to the waist. Carry the pole on the shoulder.

"It's hot today!" Mrs. Zhang's broken throat.

"What if anyone comes?"

"What if you heat someone to death?

The trees on either side hid the pail, one of which was already in the swing.

"Why --"

"Ha ha ha, Mrs Zhang is such a big milk!"

Megi, the third daughter of Aunt Wang, had just finished washing clothes and was sitting on the bank with Aunt Zhang. Mrs Zhang untied her sweaty waistcoat for a spin.

"Who do I know -- deaf."

The deaf man looked at the water with his eyes and laughed to himself

"Deaf!