Home to the dam had a kiri, thick trunk has a millstone, Chen Bobo plant next door. Chen Bobo engaged for more than thirty years, losing the tree must be at least thirty years.
Summer eat dinner, the neighbors will be moved to cool cool chair stool sitting under the tree, children playing tired will also pick a brick wood pad under the butt listen to adults chatted with .
There is a fault in kiri, President of pig, pig fat fat, have finger length thickness, fell into the body, eyes are very scary. Special brazen Chen Bobo ba cage son of elder brother, will catch a pig worm, wrapped in leaves, frighten me to my mother, I don't do it, he will coax me, and take me to touch the fish bait, moved out of shrimp, crab, do I make. While my mom was back to the house, or didn't pay attention to, secretly put the worm pig in front of mother, wild up, simply threw pig worm from mother behind in the past, the in the mind TuTuTu crazy jump, mouth shouted: "pig worm!"
Fascinating to naughty childhood memories.
Pig is sichuan, chongqing dialect, the title is small white, it is a kind of about 5 cm long worms. Spring pig insect as green as green leaves, it climbs on the leaves, incomplete without noticed that the leaves, it bite marks, you can easily find it. After summer, leaves begin to turn yellow, its body will turn yellow, it disguised himself, and its survival environment, it is not hide, we are afraid of a sweet bird pecking at it. Who told it to grow fat fat body ? Wonder, I cocked his brains, pegged to it for half a day, which also have never seen a bird pecking at it into his mouth.
Withered leaves in the fall in the wind falling in succession, this time it is particularly obvious, formed a withered brown cocoon son hung in late autumn, it in the dream to prepare for winter. But it is wrong, we often use bamboo pry it falls and throw in ignited the fire, listening to the flame bursts bursts of sound, listen to it shout don't shout pain, listen to it in the dream of crying. Unfortunately, did not hear. If you heard, such play, play time will stop. Childhood play always like to put the pain of another (the people and the things outside yourself) built in the joy of every one of them (yourself).
In grade school, ancestral moving away, leave the tree kiri also "move". Leave a short stump section mill, sitting on the empty sky, alone through time to consume, a few years no trace vanishes.
Ancestral home I have been there with mother, is in a big yard, the yard while mike sheron extravagant, but due to the ten to families, each room will appear narrow narrow. I saw the tree kiri, it depend on the wall of the utility room, some dry bark, lighter than the first, also the more wrinkles, it has been cut off branches, like a mutilated limbs specimens, bare of soaking in the absence of the skylight in the dark. But it just didn't leave the heaven and earth, the body in the residual life of heaven and earth, at the top of the bottom and side edges, is in the blood scabby scar wound infiltration had 35 tree buds, tender green leaves like the tears of the sky. "It is still alive." I said, pointing to the few trees sprout for mom. The mother answered me: "that is false."
Ok, false living is also a kind of life, not a poet said: "some people died, he was still alive; some people alive top university, but he was dead." When it's dead alive, live in the in the mind of a childhood.