1 But the President, we still seven
2 you in heaven ok
3 spring came, I did not see
4 visit from a wandering soul father
5 But the President, we are still seven human / will be into the tea
complaint to us about such a story: a poet met a little girl eight years old. girls were a total of seven brothers and sisters, two in her side, two in foreign countries, the other two buried in the cemetery. every girl the days are going to the cemetery, accompanied by her brother buried in the dirt pile sister, singing to them, talk to them, although they had never responded to the girls, but the simple child has never felt What are incredible between life and death barrier, despite the poet how to explain, the little girl always answers:
Chapter: paper clips to tears; once the flowers for a time, a meeting of the birds were moved; have to do the community some of the injustice and indignation; had the misfortune to someone out of hand ..... slow .
but in my life, very loving, and yet at the same time extreme disregard of death.
this world, and life may have a bitter feeling. People do not ask ourselves whether there is love the world, the answer is definitely yes, but some people do not know the paralysis. many times the life to death, yet not be too certain times of life to death and shed tears, although I always found somewhat melancholy, but after a near total indifference already, and then forgotten.
Today, there are a dog, with his dedication, tell me:
dogs, they are given away to neighbors, my family also holds a one over.
it may be mother nature, in that puppy in our home after we spent half a month with only a small first When the dog out walking the dog, the dog had run over my mother's dog with his son playing with it.
After that, whenever I opened the iron gate house, the dog my mother always ran from the neighbor out, and then waited at the front of my house, waiting for his son out of the dog, and sometimes even the mouth of hundred to a bone, a piece of meat.
so, after a month later, the dog died suddenly suddenly I did. Mom is still the dog in my house every day to wait outside the iron dog son of its appearance.
It certainly did not understand my words. the time has passed more than a year, it is still silently waiting at the door every day.
open the door every day when we can always see it that it supports short limbs, round body, the small almost invisible to elongate the neck and do everything, heads held high, eyes straight at the iron gate, his eyes seemed a bit of expectations, but also seem to have a bit of disappointment, dash of loneliness.
I sometimes see it pathetic, occasionally throwing a piece of meat bones to it, and never eat it. Sometimes there are other dogs to see the need to come to eat, it is always rush immediately, with a burst of servant bite, until the date it off. may, in its view, this is the son of a dog it's site, this is the son of its dog food, can not bear to have to eat its own, of course, will not allow other dogs try to steal it dog food for his son.
it silently waiting.
I believe that two people really can be accompanied by the relative stay forever. I do not believe love can Haikushilan can until forever. I always thought that only pay and no gain is only can be regarded as a sacrifice, rather than true love. the dog, but with its persistent, quietly told me that love is only necessary to pay the harvest; love will never come to an end; life to death is only to widen the distance in space, but you will never love heart block.
He used his dedication to me about whispers:
> first draft of the September 18, 2004
text you okay in heaven / the inscription into the tea
:
In fact, this one thing has been finished for a long time, and now has gone the sixty-one just some things they should never be far away. This is a true story, I just hope this story makes some of you know, always six one, but in fact there are many children do not have any childhood, and no sixty-one .
Children's Day should be a happy day. is that each child the long-awaited day. daughter of Children's Day has long been clamoring to do what she do, the dark eyes full of longing . I smiled at her glowing face. scraping exquisitely carved a shaving her nose.
the heart which is to uphold the pain again. thought of the child named Lei.
This is Lei like a song.
Lei has never been the kind of very pleasant child. Lei just a scavenging of the child. think he always dressed dirty, always put a pay Xipixiaolian look, and then always follow behind us, staring at the bottle of mineral water in our hands, when that mineral water bottles from our hands, he immediately picked over quickly. first saw him, first impression should be some disgust.
then, one day I looked behind him and some hate it, so put her hand only had half of the mineral water handed him, Lei did not take over, he just Hanhan smile, said: Lei, years old, has an older sister a younger sister, who two years ago with my parents came here from Jiangxi, parents to scavenging for a living, their three children in the school side of the migrant workers, after school jobs was made after completion to help parents pick out scavenging.
Lei side and I talk, but no idle hands off. roadside trash in the garbage in my opinion is very sick of his treasure. every time he saw some useful garbage, his eyes kind of shiny things. His smiling face shining in the sunlight of a moving light.
Then I gradually fell in love with this child. So sometimes I would get a plastic bag to Some water bottle it up, so Lei to my office after school to come and collect. occasionally let Lei rest, let him drink the water, and occasionally want to take some things to him, and want to take some things for him, but he always Do not. Only when I put my MP3 to him, he never refused.
Suri his favorite is that first: Dear child.
I then told him jokingly, asked him : Dear children, today did not cry?
and will always be upright when Lei said: with an stubborn and frankly. bitter life does not erase his convictions and the Hero's spirit.
in the understanding of a six-Lei, a former post more than a week, and I help her daughter bought a stationery box, think of Lei , will help him buy a.
Lei said nothing, but do not want to take. He said: , then I can buy their own. br> And then I came to and Lei Lei mouth with that family.
that in fact only a few pieces of bamboo and oil with a few simple barricaded Found felt cover, which are filled with mineral water bottles, waste paper, waste iron, with only a few stools in the corner take a piece of wood, Lei said, that is their table, a desk of their three children, is their bed three children, and their parents, who put the paper spread about in that bed above.
finally under the approval of the father Lei, Lei accepted the the writing case. In fact, see that he felt very happy. look at that in his view is a luxury stationery box, his eyes began to light up.
I asked how to get ready Lei sixty-one. Lei said that his six one of the most hope is to take a day off, so he can help parents to pick up more than some of the bottle, waste of paper.
I Lei said: face flashed a longing, but he flatly refused.
Lei said: bought a fried chicken for me to eat, eat good, but too expensive, one to two dollars ah. I'll have to make a lot of money, so my parents live a better life, and then we eat every day fried chicken, drumsticks ...before that one in six previous Sunday, Lei, to pick up a bottle on the road, the car was speeding from face to face hit the spot dead.
Lei's father said was very calm when he said : cry. He died, or death of the would not follow us to suffer. early demise reborn ah, I hope he reborn this election it a good object, not to be born to such a useless person I am home. > his way home hh Tea
into such a message, a blind man every day, hung a words, this day, more than before the blind man begging to nearly double the money.
poet's words with a disappear.
that blind people are poor, he could not see the spring, so he got someone else's mercy.
we sighted it? Who really see what the spring?
day kindergarten daughter to come home, that day the teacher wants them to bring something to the school as of spring, I suddenly felt Province: Spring has come.
spring in there?
in this seasons regular flower, evergreen grass the south, not because of spring flowers and the arrival of even more of the bright, the grass did not because of the arrival of spring, even more of the green.
spring to go there to find it?
is that just because a cold spell and frozen to death on the balcony, the butterfly; or because there are no trees in that habitat but only in the wire can be chirping bird sounds on the inside? Or at this spring could not come because of the lack of water for three days once stopped the days of electricity it?
spring, and I can not see.
life is still busy with its busy.
But spring is coming.
Although rain fell across a few days we can no longer power from this, but it still feels wet weather, very bored.
this day I went to school to pick her daughter to the kindergarten where her daughter through a welfare need.
a camel from the rain Chuilian upside down under the eaves of the orphanage and the next, suddenly even the suddenly broken the.
time is standing under the eaves of a blind child, hand out from time to time to test the waters outside of the rain.
poor child, because eyes gone but not like other welfare of the child can go to nursery school, it was his play in the water may be the most fun games.
then finished her daughter back, that blind children still standing there.
at this time is welfare staff have come to take him into.
just listen to blind children shouted: > not in the original blind children play in the water.
he was just doing his best to to feel spring.
He just do everything to see this spring.
original intention as long as everything can be spring.
blind people can see the original spring.
eyes can not see them though, they hand to touch, to feel with the body, heart to feel, they actually discerning more clearly than we see spring.
as hard, so maybe they saw in the spring more beautiful than we.
I looked down, her daughter said: I can not understand the meaning of saying this.
but I hope she will understand:
you want to know if the spring has come, do not need to see the new green on the branches, there was no need to ask the Riverside duck.
as long as you ask yourself.
real spring in your heart.
she can learn to 用心去感受 spring, then later her world must become more beautiful.
wrote here, I suddenly remembered something.
daughter told me a few days ago, said: There are also spring.
original spring has been around us, but we have not 用心去感受.
written in March 24, 2004
visit from a wandering soul
text / will enter Tea
I open Mimang fans gooey eyes, I saw the pale moonlight, stood a stranger.
a forgotten for a decade just a lonely spirit. let me shiver, some people are awake. his pair of eyes like fire, as if full of passion like, how could not I will link it eyes and souls.
Alone said: like the feeling of rain hit in the face? I also know that for nearly a decade you do not have such a walk in the rain. , let me clear some of that, let me just muddle the mind began to have doubts :You also know that a lot of things, you are a piece of weeks ago, witnessed the robbery happened, right? young women from behind the necklace on her neck away, then jumped with the collusion of the motorcycle sped away parts.
meters, you have rushed to catch him? indifferent, you asked me what kind of response that ah! The two thieves to easily run. you used to say Amistad, although millions of people I will carry for you, you said, promising not to do with? knowledge and inadequate. , climbing toward the top, finally boarded the mountain, all wet, and souls are still over there making a rallying cry: feeling of deja vu.
not back up onto a mountain, the phrase I'm fortunate to have mountain alone is not what you say is not it? consequences to do it? You remember having one in the bus, met a sixteen-year-old boy, from his pocket a few pieces of crumpled money, imploring Sale, member, said he came here to work , but can not find work, money ran out, pocket a few dollars left with this, I hope conductor can pity him, let him take a ride, so he went and joined a fellow. All cars are just people silently watching this farce and young conductor he kept pushing to get off to, you're not washed up, will pocket to buy the meal ticket to fifty dollars for the boy bought his ticket, but also the remaining money to the young man, but you eat a half a month so instant noodles and bread, then you may have thought about what more? looking for you, right? do not say, clothes do not jump off to a stream, the mouth of the ancients also shouted l do not hate me gone, gone I'm mad too hate the ancients. r the river there are a few people, but also, and only rolled up, like souls the pants, the beat the spray, it was not yesterday,UGG boots, several people came to see me do that, I was going to see that several people have disappeared like smoke, leaving only the souls of a people.
just friends now, once they are brothers, I, brothers, that you say it, rather who bear me, I live people, that is you say it, but yesterday, when they come to you in your mind how to think , you're not banking on them to go back soon, hello to watch the computer that you do. and they do not know talk about. lira bed together, they may have been angry, ever wish you Fast? up in bed, a break may have been blind to what color the table, the table piled with books. it all feels so familiar and kind.
souls with a sigh: change your friends, and you then why not changed. you used to not be happy to do without the book, and now, you have bought many books,UGG boots clearance, read many books? the souls of the face, the face is so familiar, but I can not think of how to be there to see him.
This years, we can not also be the same dream, right? back home, but it finally died, and you thus sad for a while, but it wrote a a puppy, right, and the dog later died, have you ever thought about what it has written, the dog died almost a year, and it's a dog mom still waiting at your door every day it appears the son of a dog This is how gay,cheap UGG boots, you had also thought about what to write it? posted on the wall of a white paper that read: Play Landscape / arbitrary implied the / smell it at the turn of this predicament. just the mirror face, and souls are so alike, but more than a few white hair, a little more vicissitudes, just less Jisi passion, do?
souls looked up, said: find a master. goodbye. wall dark.
2004-03-02 15:58:22 At Tencent Forum lamp stopped writing years for the written word
the first thing is my first post online stuff
father, like a mountain, a child I always think so. He seldom smiled, very few openings, rarely play with, I thought he gave me nothing. later found his father on his head days Even the deepest loneliness in his eyes flashing, the heaviest burden to bear on his shoulders, he never said. and I have to wait until the grow up, can understand, I thought he never gave me anything, in fact, he mm No reservations.
my father text / tea
will enter the last ten years, I have never been tried in the past to write about my father, the only thing his father wrote the text, only read, written by a junior high school Unlike the first verses of poetry:
never said he loved me he loved me
his vicissitudes in the eyes of
never expressed his love
he did not I held my
broken afraid I was afraid of the
he was only with his pair of thick calluses hand
heavily on my ass
tell him of my hope His multiple
how deep my love Oh my dear father
you my love I know you do not say it is so simple
father, was not any ordinary story. He did not read the books, but if know everything, from sewing clothes to repair housing, household appliances from the installation of electrical wiring to repair everything ...... he knows it all. Although we can not eat what was good thing, but after his father's skilful hand of a cook,Discount UGG boots, always make ordinary food becomes color, flavor and taste, and my childhood favorite toy, they are the father personally gave me some wood knife carved wooden spears, give me paste some paper lanterns.
I remember from the beginning, my father always kept working with. father is just a terminal workers, who daily from the dock to move those heavy loads dragged his exhausted body home After, we must immediately go to make some carpentry, to help people make some furniture to more revenue to support the family. just do not work, he never idle, and sometimes to all the dishes, do some housework for her Mom .
family had no money, so long as they are able to do, my father always tried to do it yourself. remember most was when the docks there will always be waste coal to sell, because coal is a car in mind that account, so my father always try to installed a car full of coal, and with his thin body and slowly dragged back. pushed back too soon after the coal into briquettes.
watched his father continuous physical exertion, I have never been anything but help him, but also never thought to say to me, and now think of it, my heart always have tremendous guilt. And his father always worked hard in silence, and not the heart to We have a trace of hard work. because too tired, so very few heard his father speak, he was always quietly as the memory of the most familiar voice of his father that he was due to overwork and constant cough, cough.
father with his toil, hard to put his four children are brought up, his three daughters are now under cultivation in his own in the field of their talent shine. And my best hope, he son, gave him the biggest disappointment. father never said nothing.
father tolerate the ignorance of my childhood, my young and frivolous tolerance, tolerance, and not stand in my thirty is now in his old big, he still give him the son of a well-being and comfortable life, he never complained about anything. he paid too much, and I have given too little, and I have to understand until now This seems the most mundane emotion, it is also the greatest love of this earth.
Now, in the eve of Father's Day, now in mind one thing most want is to immediately make a call to in Beijing father, say to him: Dad, how are you? said to him: My dear father, you are my love, you do not say, I know.
draft on 2005-03-6
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