July 15th, a circle of reds, August 15th

From the high temperature of the flowing fire in July, it seemed to enter the winter all of a sudden. The cliff -like cooling August suddenly became the season of my dreams ...

It is puzzling that my dream of all night is my hometown that has left for nearly thirty years -the small village in the distant village in Ningjin County, Jizhong Plain.

What confused me even more is that even if there are more or longer dreams, I did not dream of the big locust tree during the Kangxi period ...

A Mao Root neighbor in Dabei Village sent me a message saying: Do you know? It is going to build a building under the Dabei Da locust tree, and your old house will definitely sell a lot of money!

I replied faintly: My hometown of Dabeu Village has no inch of land, one piece of garbage, brick one by one, and some of them are just my infinite memory and dream ...

Yes! Because of the old house under the coordinates of Daiba Soviet, and the one -sided house where I thought about my dreams, I had given away to my third brother without receiving the land ...

In fact, a long time ago, I still wanted to give this place of Dabei Village a shining place to Greater Beisu Village to build a public welfare Dabei Village Museum ...

Perhaps, since there is no inch of land and a piece of garbage in Dabei Village, the big locust trees and the five old houses that are crumbling under the wind and rain of the years have never entered my dream ...

Only when I was awake, I would still think of the big locust trees in my hometown, and the round of bending moon; as at this moment, I remembered the jujube tree in front of the old house, and I thought of my mother. The proverb I told me every year: A circle of red in July 15th, August 15th.

Yes! There were two jujube trees in my family. Every July, it started to mature. At this time, I would hold a wooden rod and hit a few red jujubes, beautiful tasting ...

Around August 15th, these dates were almost all red, and they could be hit all, and they were exposed to the mats in the yard ...

Although I never dreamed of the big locust trees and the old house, and I didn't dream of these jujube trees anymore, and the tall and tall tung tree I picked up from the street, but I still dreamed of my dreams around me. Hometown ...

The night before, I dreamed that Zhang Qingxia, the niece of my classmate. Last night, I dreamed that my cousin Zhang Shengqi ’s wedding ...

After awakening from my dream, I was puzzled, because I have left my hometown for nearly thirty years and never dreamed of these relatives ...

Now I remember these dreams, and I still don't understand, people who have never dreams, why do you come to my dream like this ...

It is said that the month is the hometown of the hometown; however, only if you leave your hometown, you will have the hometown; the most important thing is the old saying: the hometown cannot go back ...

It seems that I really can't go back to my dear hometown again -concentrated on the village called Dabee on the plain!

After half a year, I finally realized that the reason was that I realized it myself!

After the dream wakes up, it is like a dream to wake up at the beginning of the dream: the glory and disgrace of gains and losses is the shit, the non -success or failure turns the empty ...

Because, except for talent, life and death, are small things; because everyone's life, the real happy day is only two days -the day they live and the day they die ...

However, dreams are different from life: as long as you die in spring, dreams in life will never die ...

It's almost August 15th. This is a day of "the moon is only once a year". Today, I think of this proverb again: July 15th, a circle, August 10th, August 10th Five dozen and one pole.

(Zhang Shengkai)

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