02 original: Dayan (y? He is my nanny. Her name is the name of the village where she was born She is a child bride, Dayanhe, my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; He is also the son of Dayan River, and grew up eating Dayan River's milk. Dayanhe raised me in her family. I was raised by your milk. Dayanhe, my nanny. Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you: your grassy grave under the pressure of snow, the dead Wafi under the eaves of your closed former residence, your garden pawned by a square foot, the mossy stone chair in front of your door, Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you. You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me; After you set up the stove, after you took off the charcoal ash from the apron, after you tasted the rice and cooked it, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table, after you mended the clothes cut by thorns on the hillside of your sons, after you wrapped the hands of the children cut by wooden knives, after you strangled the lice on their shirts one by one, after you picked up the first egg today. I am the landlord's son. After I finished eating all the milk in Dayan River, my parents took me home.
Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I'm a new guest at my parents' house! I've touched the furniture carved with red paint, I've touched the golden pattern on my parents' bed, and I'm staring at the eaves I don't even know? Family entertainment? I touched the silk shell button of the new dress, looked at my mother's unfamiliar sister, sat on the painted kang stool with a brazier, and ate the ground rice three times. How embarrassing! Because of me, I became a new guest at my parents' house. Dayanhe, in order to make a living, after she sucked the milk dry, she began to work with her arms around me; She smiled and washed our clothes. She took the basket to the frozen pond on the edge of the village. She smiled and cut the radish with ice. She was smiling with a pig's grain in her hand. She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan. With a smile on her back, she went to the square to bask in those soybeans and wheat and study the river to make a living. Wild goose river, deeply in love with her baby; During the Chinese New Year, I was busy cutting him winter rice candy. For him, I often go to her home near her village quietly. For him, I went to call her? Mom? , Dayan river, put his red and green Guan Yunchang on the wall by the fire, Dayan river, will boast and praise her breasts to her neighbors; Dayanhe once had a dream that she couldn't tell anyone: in the dream, she was eating the baby's wedding wine and sitting in a splendid ceremony, while her beautiful daughter-in-law called her kindly? Grandma? ..... Dayan River, deeply in love with her baby! Dayan and died before her dream woke up. When she died, her breasts were not with her. When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her. All five sons cried sadly. When she died, she whispered the name on her chest, Dayanhe, who was already dead. When she died, her breasts were not with her. Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face! With the bullying of more than 40 years' lives, with the misery of countless slaves, with a four-dollar coffin and several bundles of straw, with a few feet of land for burying the coffin, and the ashes of paper money in one hand, she left with tears in her eyes.
This is what Dayan didn't know: her drunken husband died, her eldest son was a bandit, her second child died in the smoke of gunfire, and her third child, fourth child and fifth child lived under the scolding of the master and landlord. And I, I'm writing a spell for this unfair world. When I returned to my native land after a long wandering, when my brothers and I met on the hillside and in the fields, I was closer than I was six or seven years ago! This, this is for you, sleeping quietly and things you don't know! Dayan River! Today, your baby is in prison, writing you a hymn, giving you a purple soul under the loess, giving you a hand to hug me, kissing the tender face of my lips, giving you black mud, giving you my breasts, giving your sons, giving my brothers, giving everything on the earth, giving me a nanny like Dayanhe and their sons. Dayanhe, I grew up eating your milk. Your son, I respect you and love you! 1933 1 month 14, snow dynasty