Desolate and endless, respectful, relaxed and indifferent, completely motionless, swept away, disconsolate and hazy, irrelevant, bleak
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Since it is deep winter; As we approached our hometown, the weather was gloomy again, and the cold wind blew into the cabin. Looking out from the gap, there were several desolate villages lying far and near, with no vitality. I can't help feeling sad inside. Ah! Isn't this my hometown that I have been remembering for twenty years?
Arrived at my door the next morning. Many broken stems of hay on corrugated cardboard are shaking when the wind blows, which explains why old houses will inevitably change hands. The family in several rooms probably moved away, so it was quiet. By the time I got outside my house, my mother had already greeted me, and then my eight-year-old nephew Honger flew out.
There is a golden full moon in the dark blue sky. Below is the sandy land by the sea, with endless green watermelons. In the meantime, there was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with a silver ring around his neck and a steel fork in his hand. He tried his best to stab a horse, but the man wriggled away from his crotch.
Now that my mother mentioned him, all the memories of my time here suddenly came to Su Sheng like lightning, and I seemed to see my beautiful hometown.
This is leap soil. Although I knew it was leap soil at first sight, it was not my memory. His figures have doubled; The previous purple round face has turned gray-yellow, adding deep wrinkles; Like his father, his eyes are swollen all around, which I know. People who farm by the sea blow the sea breeze all day, which is generally the case. He wore a worn felt hat on his head and only a thin cotton-padded coat on his body. Holding a paper bag and a long pipe in my hand is not the red and round hand I remember, but thick, stupid and cracked, like pine bark.
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I am very excited at this moment, but I don't know how to say it, just saying:
"ah! Brother Runtu.-You're here? ……"
Then I have a lot of words to gush out like beads: horn chicken, jumping fish, shells, clams, ... but I always feel as if I am blocked by something, and my mind is spinning and I can't spit it out.
He stopped, his face showing joy and sadness; His lips are moving, but he is silent. His attitude finally respectful, clear call way:
"sir! ……"
I seem to have a cold shiver; I know there is a deep barrier between us. I can't talk either.
He turned and said, "Shui Sheng, kowtow to the master." He pulled out the child hiding behind him. It was a leap soil 20 years ago, but it was thinner and yellower, and there was no silver ring around its neck. "This is the fifth child, never seen the world, evasive ..."