Introduction:
Probably very old very distant past.
Then there is nothing to restrain the cumbersome provisions,
are few and we have, of course, have nothing to lose.
We do not need to go to painstaking go thinking about development,
a storm may be able to destroy all the labors of our six months.
Do not need thousands of years to the cause of the Kingdom worry,
we only need to have a good own day,
every day, in the well to fetch water Village head, grow vegetables in the village of the western end of the ridge.
Listen to those adults have learned to say, far, far away, there are surnamed Zhou Ji, he was in charge of things in the world, mountains and rivers, knowing all the answers, and have the ability to quell the scourge of all disasters.
They always like to tell those stories when they were not born there, they said, in the past a man named Zhou demons, heaven is down on people's punishment, he is said to harm the loyalty of ministers and innocent people, but also for their exactions built luxurious palaces, then heaven Zhou, Zhou killed his sword to save the world common people of the dawn.
However, this does not seem anything to do with us, because we have only seen here in the land of mountains, thousands of miles Galaxy.
Kingdom mood to take into account the vast territory, ancestry living here for generations, but the one desire peace.
Perhaps narrow selfish perhaps, we can not see the world, we simply have to now.
We are the corner of the countryside, but not yet the weight of our taxes Kingdom breath, life, there are at least a little leisure dissipation, you can go live, start to finish, others say the mouth of ignorance and ignorance are not played on us because we have not the time to live faith hope deities.
One day, me and many days as usual, I am a person of the western end of the field in the village of cuisine, the western end of the village to compare shortage, basically in addition to what the grass is not long, so the village's fields are downstream in the east of the river.
The reason I a man, say grief, a few years ago, my parents have been deceased.
Two years ago the mother of Nymphoides wash in the river when the wrist bracelet made of peach tree branches fall into the water, she wanted to go fishing bracelet, no one thought to fall into the water, the bracelet also downstream, missing .
When the water were rescued from the mother, trembling, like a general loss of intellectual mouth could not help talking about what we do not know how it is, but she never would harm the cold, her face in my memory never how in red, is the kind of fight winter yard frost-like white, now brightened a bit miserable.
Those days, the mother lying in bed, pale and with hair disheveled, unable to take the edge of the bed, I saw her eyes light reflected from the window, is little by little extinguished.
Seeing her body wasting away, meals not into, the father anxious,
my middle of the night to his mother change thermal scarf apply on the forehead when, often saw him live in the yard in circles in the moonlight, his expression hideous, twitching, hands together with ten, talking about what in his mouth.
He often in bed mother took her hand to comfort her, telling her to be strong.
He invited the village to understand herbs for the elderly, one by one to please, but get often sigh and shook his head out soon after. He looked at the old man bow away figure, the eyes are so unwilling and loss.
Mother had burned confused, but in talking about what seemed to mouth.
I tried to pop out from her mouth one by one syllable together such familiar items.
Finally, in the process of trying to put together again and again, I found the only answer. I also like to fly out of the door, his father was gone, all the way to find out, finally, I saw a small river weeping father. I want to tell him, I know that the key to cure disease mother.
He just keep shaking his head, talking about:. "Can not find, can not find it." I asked him what he can not find? He raised his head, looked at me in confusion, whispered: ". Peach bracelet" Then he bowed his head, like a child crying.
Father knew how to be a mother bracelet peach it?
He suddenly stood up, his head toward the direction of the river, said to me: "Zhuang, to take good care of your mother, I'm going to put things back."
Then he put beside me unnoticed package Pick up along the river to the west, the line went slowly.
"To the east of the river is not it?" I think Chen secretly in their hearts. But I never questioned his father's decision, because I have never seen before when he miscalculated.
Father never cowardly, not used to shed tears, make him touching only the mother.
My father has always been a good father, never frustrated the life of his family who becomes a fist opposite, in fact I've never seen him very sad for what happened, or is very anxious, he was always fine, clear land the face of all things, feeling his life had ended long ago, and the rest of the day just aftertaste.
And now mother, had entered not meals, and I brought mush rough rice boiled with a spoon to feed her, she tends to eat a bite or two, shaking his head with eyes closed, I also will spoon back into the bowl, because I know eating or not is not the key to improvement, this is the mother of heart disease. The need for symptomatic medication, rather than nutritional meals.
I will end the bowl back to the kitchen, watching the perennial dark and damp and mildew in the corner, do not understand what mothers heart disease it?
Over the years, I have not spoken to her how to listen, how did not see her smile, I thought, she has been the case do not like to talk, do not like to laugh.
Her whole skinny people like accumulate in Kuchai hospital corners, like the disheveled hair, like falling leaves, non-reflective black.
She tilts his head and looked out the window, the sun made her pale face with a little bit of color.
Suddenly, she turned to me and said she wanted to go riverside walk.
I thought for a moment, looking at the sun in the sky Xiegua hair with a little bleak white light. He nodded and said, all right.
I held his mother got out of bed, help her put on his shoes, hastily went to the door and opened the door, when the green mountains of thing that catches my eyes, I just suddenly thought, has come March, I look back , I feel like the mother in the yard of a pile of snow has not melted, and this life seems out of place.
I helped her come to a small river, she suddenly leaned over, lifted a hand holding clear water, and then watch them flowing down from the crevices, just as gradually lost her life in the river of time in , is not to stay.
Her reflection in the river is still so delicate, so delicate that people pity.
Misty river from a layer of white mist, blocking sunlight to live, to live the time barrier.
I see the face of the mother of the water, her hair simply site up with bamboo hairpin casually stuck, but it looks like there is a kind of ink charm. Her eyes, still reveals a melancholy, like the front of the beauty touched her, or she has something on his mind, but, in the past so many years, this melancholy seems to have been lingering in her eyes. It never goes away.
I looked at the mother's reflection in the river, the mother river gazing heart, this way, we stand for a long time.
A slight breeze blowing, starting at the center point of the river ripples, lifted the new green shoots Xiliu strip of hair, brushed mother dressed in white.
The sun, sinking, river, in the dark, clouds, in westward. Day. In the end.
However, little by little, it seems the sun through the mist, the glory out in the eyes of the mother.
Mother's mouth slightly higher, pale blush on her cheeks, between facial features, I have never seen affectionate, she is still just quietly watching the river center. I do not know what's there, but I know that it is the mother's thoughts. It is in our house is not anyone mention love.
I think the mother is improving, but I feel like I do not, I fear that the mother was setting like the sun, in the last hours of the life of the setting sun.
"If children." I do not know who is shouting, I just feel this sounds a bit familiar, does not know who is calling, mother never saw his face extremely pleased dignified, white hem in the air with a perfect arc, turned to see the voice floated into the distance, "Xiao?" only to hear a slight hesitation mother softly whisper, as if she did not believe the true and false front comers, or that their actual situation.
Side of me indifferent, I do not know that discouraged about, or license.
From afar the man wears a mask, and a father figure down somewhat similar. Beside mother trembled in the wind, I do not know because of cold or excitement. She seems to want to rush, but seems to have scruples, no rear step forward with the front foot. Her take into account that I was not here the father?
I saw from afar men awoke and began to accelerate towards the swiftly here, I secretly clenched fist, ready to fight him, though who lost mother may not be happy, no, maybe I'll lose her happy. Maybe something like this might be.
I looked back, his mother fell down.