Life | Qin Meiyi: Stone room full of flowers

There is a saying in English: "Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal, Now the White" means "crimson petals and snow -white petals are now fell asleep." I like this sentence because this image is like the porch of the stone house built by my father for us -I will always remember that every spring is coming, and countless fresh flowers on the porch are lying in the breeze, as if our brothers and sisters sleep Cooked childhood.

My hometown is in rural areas in northern Henan, but the mountains and rivers are beautiful and backward. When I was a kid, the house in the house was adobe wall and thatched eaves. When it rained, the outside was big, the house was small, the mother sighed, and the father's brow was tighter.

My brother wants to go to school, and I have to go to school too. It is impossible for the family to build a brick house. However, the thoughts of father and mother for us have never been shaken. When you move, you will come back to do farm work with your father and mother. As long as you are willing to read and sell iron for you! Dad's words were loud, and the mother's eyes were firm.

My brother and I did not speak, secretly resolved, read the book, read the famous hall. My brother and I discussed when I went to fight pig grass in the summer vacation. When I grew up, I had to let my father and mother live in two floors like the two -story foreign building like the head of Shangwangxiang. In fact, what is the rude "building" now, compared with the current building, it was just a house stubble, but it was the best house in the hundred miles, the highest and most elegant. I even imagined the house where my father and mother lived on the textbook on the textbook. From time to time, I thought about it. I thought about it, my heart was sweet and full of longing.

I don't know from the day, my brother and I found that my father always moved to the house with stones. There were more and more stones. A dusk in winter, I went home from the elementary school in the township. When I walked through the slope in front of my house, I found that my father was walking up with a stone. It turned out that in such a cold day, my father dug a car in the river and dug a car. When uphill, if you ca n’t pull it up, you can hold the small stones into the shelf, pull the big rocks uphill first, and return it back. The moon has already been hung in the sky. I and my father and I picked up the last two small stones and put it on the car. My father pulled it in front. Dinner, waiting for the elder brother who was studying in the county high school to come back for a meal.

Dad smoked a golden leaf cigarette, pouting, sweet, he looked at the large stone and small stones on the courtyard, white stone red stones, crooked his head and looked at here. I stunned there, "It can be started in spring." He said to himself. I wondered, "Dad, what worker?" Dad laughed and wiped the stubble: "You know at that time!" He looked very self -sufficient. Let me feel the mystery of his premier and the happiness of the chest.

My brother bit his ears to speculate what medicine sold in Dad's gourd. The two also gambled and asked the mother in private. Tile, he dug the stone in the river for two years, and was silently planning to build a stone house with his mother. We knew the answer, thinking of the figure of Dad's cool and cold winter in the river, mood was complicated, and no longer wanted to talk more. My brother said sleepy, I also said that I was sleeping, but I heard it clearly. My brother turned around like me, thinking about Dad and Mother and mother. It's not easy, we fell asleep unknowingly.

We look forward to spring, and we look forward to the stones of Dad's stones start in spring and build it.

After the fifteenth day of the first month, my brother and I started. We went to class each. After a week, two weeks later, three weeks later, after February 2, the dragon looked up, and the village was in several bricks. Our family The stone room has not yet been shaded. I dare not ask or ask. I am afraid that my father will be under pressure. I do n’t know what problems have happened. I only saw my father's eyebrows tighter than Twist, and the mother was sighing.

Finally, I knew from the tone of my classmates in the village that my father was fighting for the fight. Some people said that he could not work hard and used his strength to dig at work. Essence

I want to cry without tears, go home, and ask, is this that? My brother knew that it was even more angry. I went to the village cadre theory. My brother had a classmate Zhu Fu. Zhu Fu's brother -in -law was a county cadre. The home was given, and his good man did a good man, and he did not connect his brother and our family. Dad persuaded Zhu Fu, drinking his brother, and not allowed Hu to come. Dad said, "I am old, what they are willing to deal with them; you are still young, you have to go to the future." Later, Zhu Fuxi brought back his brother -in -law's words: "The stone is so big, see which young man in the village will go Moving those hard -sweat stones. Don't worry, the stones are from your house sooner or later. "Sure enough, the cadres of that village could not move the stones alone, and no one in the village was willing to move him.

One day, who wrote a phrase "whose stone is from who's stones !!!" Looking at the three exclamation marks, Dad's eyes were wet, Zhu Fu asked his brother -in -law to ask his brother -in -law. The foundation for Dad's stone room, so Dad's stone house started.

On the night when the stone house ended, Dad and mother borrowed 50 yuan to play a movie in the village. Later every spring, I saw that Dad always sat under the corridor, sucking a cigarette of golden leaf, looked at the sky, and looked at the colorful flowers under the corridor. At this time, the flowers slept in the wind. As in the depths of the flowers, the vicissitudes of Dad's vicissitudes, for the daughter and the daughter, for your mother, I want to build a nest. The warmest in the world is it. It is the dad to give you -home! After growing up, my brother had a villa in San Francisco. I also lived in the "Sunshine Flower Garden" duplex room, but in our hearts, the warmest in life is still the stone room given by our father and mother, and walk towards the end of the horizon. Foot, it is the warmth and love we can't get out.

The father and mother on the stone room were "crimson petals and snow -white petals" are now fell asleep, and my brother and I always wake up -in the depths of the flowers.

(Writer's introduction: Qin Meiyu, his real name Qin Haixia, a contractor of Henan Provincial Academy of Arts, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a student of Gao Research Class, the 33rd young and middle -aged writer of the Lu Xun Academy of Literature, a famous teacher in Henan Province, a national backbone teacher, a collection of publishing works "Pemonage Pemonons "Soul", "Burning Black Stone", "Love is the Totem of the Time", etc.).

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