It was a humid morning
I saw a snake coiling at the door of my house
Hearing the sound, it suddenly raised its head
A chill filled my whole body
I could see its appearance so clearly
Clenching my fists, I prepared to deal with its attack
We were facing each other like this
At this time, mother opened the door
Every spring
you can always see the old skin they shed< /p>
Their traces always arouse my curiosity
The setting sun in the afternoon reflects the shadow of the sycamore tree
Just under the steps of the south house of my hometown
I saw the scene of snakes and rats fighting
So, I called out to my mother loudly
When I looked back, there was no trace of the snakes and rats
I have seen its gorgeous patterns on the slippery well platform
I have seen its long and winding shadow in the deep alleys
I have also seen it in the corner of the wall Passing the body of a snake with its head smashed
I have been afraid of the image of snakes since I was a child
I often see its appearance in my dreams
How many times have I woke up from my dreams< /p>
Always cling to my mother's side
Villagers have many taboos about snakes
Saying "touch it" will attract evil spirits
My mother was always indifferent to these statements
She killed several snakes in her life
Therefore, I blame myself for her early death
Because most of them are the result of my shouting