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/ > winter warming Yang wen/Duan Chengren fifty yards of some fast, I thought. Gray marble gravel road was a rubber wheel polishing, stone into irregular shotgun, direct right against the face come over. This feeling is very strange, just when I was in the past, it shot out of the direction is over there, turn around now. Eyes faint, the direction toward the side of the road, the hard surface, the bottom of the hand suddenly soft down, and rose up in the rearview mirror was a gray, as a reminder, indeed, was a step slow remind, if a gust of wind in the front roll up a dust, I'll hit the brakes as early as possible, such as dust. I want to go for a moment, this is another kind of existence form of stone, there are invisible, can't tied to anything, the wind blows, few seconds away, but I still don't want to go into it. Although it is not like with picks up once dug pits, gives the impression of one foot below was wet, had the appearance of the water to leak out, needless to say, even some sticky hands, a splash of still stick on clothes, leaving the taste of a shiver. The bullet to shoot, into the eyes of the old classmates, with uncomfortable inside. Hands are down, and control throttle motor by screaming into a thick gasps. Already is late, I see how the old classmate say, said to go off work, how can have mud on star? Or she what all don't ask, don't, my heart will be more boring. Some things become helpless people in the countryside, will be took away some mysterious force, something he said not to come out, say out as they've in the back. Is hesitated, old classmates door on the right side of the red paper "xi" word is just around the corner, I dozen jiling, like something was washed off, and with a part of my body is removed. Numbly, parking, numb to go in, and like to escape into, as if only covered in group, to dilute some sharp jump of dizziness. Along while, learn from the voice around, old classmates have had married at noon in the past, is now in entertaining guests didn't go. Suddenly I breath a sigh of relief, as know that no one knew he had just committed a crime around the kind of wonderful ideas. Why no one ask me to, no one to ask me just now what did, eyes suddenly warm up. No one pay attention to my star, no one pay attention to my tired, no one pay attention to the hand was shaking, I grabbed the joyful, no one know that these hands have just held a pick, the roaring to dig a pit, picks up a little wet soil is dug up, at the edge of the picks, replicating arc flying, scattered at his feet, some stone in his feet, motionless, his eyes looking at our feet down bit by bit, his eyes also have a pit, more and more deep, more and more black. It's sunny winter afternoon, sunshine all the air scour, direct pressure to the ground, there is nothing left in the air, only his eyes. We all looked at him, and said nothing of comfort and couldn't say what words of comfort, only pick voice echoed in the depths of the mountains. Received the news of his mother died when he was still on a business trip in hundreds kilometers outside the city. We can't don't want to how he came back, we can't don't want to how much he would pain, can't we don't want to be his will was in tears. In the morning we went to the yellow rape, along the road in the same morning breeze blowing yesterday, hung dew yesterday, reflecting the yesterday. But I have tried to looking for a kind of feeling in my heart, want to find something different, to prove that all this has happened, and reluctantly to refuse this kind of feeling, like every person born with the kind of yearning for life and cherish the same feeling. For example, if I don't know all this, if I haven't heard of it, if he is not my colleague, if the world only immortality is no not old. The winter sun scream all this is plainly. Mr Feng shui to come over for a few times after the supplement, we put the "gold well" (called "grave" in the rural "gold well") to dig well, at the time, some of the sun by west, he said to me, I know you have work, you go! A shaking in my heart, be others see through something, he said, it's nothing, I can afford this kind of jump, if not this paragraph of time the young people most at home in the village, need not hard you. What I say? Can only stay looking at him, his eyes like stars in the night. Memory back to the 87 New Year's eve afternoon, mother this year last task assigned to me: go to a basket of pig. Afternoon of rape bee wings fan out some of the festival atmosphere, I am green pods, mouth mother with vibrato voice through the winter warming Yang and has made good earthquake hit the heart: "Lin son! Quickly come back! Lin, son! Quick come back!" I am familiar with the voice of mother, I am familiar with the mother's character and habits, when I ran into the house, confirmed that I have the feeling of ominous scene is at hand: face too lay in his father's arms with his eyes closed, hands holding a windmill. Father's hands with blood, lying in the yard a father kill for the sacrifices of the eve of the rooster, occasionally in one leg twitch, whereas fathers too. Lin's father is too want to her daughter, she in this solar term, to her daughter, later, my mother would say this, people I think so. Grandma didn't go out a month ago, the ancestors too can't accept this fact, daughter, 20 years younger than her, but she went to the first, in the meaning of reunion stimulated her, her ninety - year - old nerve is so fragile, even in the warm sun, can only be like ice, broke,, forever stopped. And in the distance, displacement "year" firecrackers from the blast in the warm sun. From that time I knew, the warm sun also cannot be separated from something opposite extremes, water and fire, sadness and joy. The familiar feeling coming again. Behind me, and the shadow of grief are not dispersed, front, the procession of beat is faint in the ear, relentlessly will I caught in the middle, breathing difficulties, confused. Indeed, I raise the dust not bound, what also can't block, dust, soil only another kind of form, what can take to only frozen soil and moist soil. Even sitting near the square table with XiGuo, Mr Feng shui compass pointer or shaking in front of us, it is pointed at my colleague's mother go to the direction of it is pointing to the direction of each of us, tossed, and only see the head of the sun. "I like a maniac!" I said to himself. Raised eyebrows around someone from laughing. Me with a smile, difficult to smile, very calm, I know no one will see behind my smile what wrong, head beaming is thick, even if the couple has gone, winter sunshine is happy to cover firmly, the sky as if only related to the wedding, only is associated with laughter, only related to the new life. Winter warm sun, according to the rape field of village, there must have bee wings in some aroma to fan, I walked over, you can smell it, as long as I went over. / > mom is ill, on the first day. Early in the morning, at the beginning of the appearance of about seven or eight o 'clock, mother pushed the door and went into the room, I whispered, "how a bit of a fan on?" As if it is not to wake me up, just hand over to treat to said, returned to her own house to lie down, I still heard, wake up, then get up, although a bit reluctant, 30 slept late at night, just sleep four or five hours, also didn't sleep enough. See I wear good clothes in the past, my mother said: "wake up, open the curtains to see snow on the outside, not, exercise your arms and legs on the ground, we'll feel wrong, day dizzy to turn,'ve never felt like this before." "May be catch cold last night, it's okay." 30 in the evening, I go out with mom to dad burn, mom look very thin, and the wind is very big. "May be it's too late to sleep last night, it's okay." I still say that's ok, mom nine or ten o 'clock to sleep at ordinary times, yesterday was a big year 30, she also didn't go to sleep after twelve o 'clock, I analyze the possible a variety of reasons, finally proposes "ok", in this way, the first day, mom for a while on the sofa watching TV, narrow a while lying in bed for a moment, a moment with the hand rub, scalp is a fitness hammer knock on neck, occasionally also sigh the spirit, occasionally also complained about the two sentences. In the second day early in the morning, sleep, I heard a faint voice: "yan, yan son." When distinguish from mom's room was not a dream, I got up hurriedly put clothes in the past, it was very dark, looked at the clock on the wall: twenty three o 'clock. "Just up and go to the toilet, dizzy jaded, feel the ceiling fell down." At this moment, my heart is like acupuncture as pain, guilt, mom is ill, the first is ill, and I also think it's ok, "analysis" she must be pretty, just have to call me at this time. In the hospital! I dress quickly back to the house, and let mother lying down slowly to wear good clothes to her, holding her sit up, mom a hand edge, while trying to get up, but have no strength, kneeling on the ground and hands against the wall, I really feel very helpless, at this time looking at mom's back, the in the mind very sour, endured the tears, mama of double axillary, holding her and help her to stand up, walk into the room, sitting on the sofa. "Oh, sit for a while if not so dizzy." Mama don't know is comfort in her own or in the comfort me. My mother put coat on, shoes, quickly went downstairs to take a taxi. "See the wind seems to be better." Mother got out of the car to himself, but I all the way in silence, no longer "analysis", said "it's okay." 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