Tuo Jianhua ｜ Think of those days of grazing white clouds

In April 19th in the lunar calendar in 1972, my grandfather was transferred from the position of the tofu factory factory to the breeder to put sheep.

The next day, I came to the world. I am the fifth child of my father and mother. My birth is superfluous for the family. When my elder brother was holding me to throw away with the dung basket, my grandfather just put the sheep returning in the sunset and twilight, and stopped it. In just one word, I saved my life: I left it first.

After the production was included, the agricultural agency was divided into a sheep in my family. Although I was only 9 years old at the time, I didn't know that my grandfather let go of the sheep to my life -saving grace, but later, according to my mother, I still cried and had the task and rights of sheep who strongly won the sheep among many family members.

It was a quantar, strange that she was twins every time.

My aunt who married the herdsmen at the foot of Tianshan sent a Xinjiang ram to my family. The ram is tall, with a strong limbs, a tip of the corner, long hair, and Mercedes -Benz is more like a wild horse. I am still wondering: How did my uncle bring this ram from the distant frontier to the loess that is not through the train?

For three years in the sheep, the county official. Every morning, we go the sheep baby to drive the sheep out of the door with the sun, and a group of other sheeps and other sheeps, and rush to a place called waterweed in a ditch, even if everything is good.

There is often a wine glass -sized nest -shaped body in the cave of the half -cliffs in the mountains, which are piled up by the loess, and there is a small hole at the bottom. We yelled together: "Hummhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly A beetle size of flies. We cheered loudly and celebrated victory. Now when I read the creatures, I couldn't understand what kind of animal with the beetle of that earth and brain. Why can it understand what we don't even understand?

When we smashed the little frogs into a meat mud by the ginger stone by the river, when we caught the snail to play, when we filled the cake with the bottom of the bowl, when we used corn straw to make glasses, we made glasses. When we used the mud paste to hold the sparrow shelf on the firewood, we suddenly dropped a small hill like an avalanche on the cliff across the river, but saw a two -meter -long long arm thick red chain snake. "I threw it in front of us. Xiaoli grabbed the snake tail and shook in the air for a while, and fell fiercely on the big stone. The snake was dizzy and had to give up resistance. Xiaoqin seemed to compete for a medal, unwilling to show weakness, fucking a wooden stick, and the snake motionless. "The snake is a insect, and your evil will be retributed. There will be countless big snakes hidden in the quilt waiting for you at night when you go home at night." He looked up at the sky, cleared his throat, and said slowly, "You must be a hoe." Before talking, we kneeling in front of the dead snake, putting our bald head on the snake blood stone. It was so loud that he was more religious than facing Grandpa in the New Year.

The shepherd boy in Gliti is often called "Hu Ji Blood". "Bullets" must not only shoot far, but also be accurate. Only the slingshot of the cricket is enough, but the enemy cannot attack the old nest. Once I was unfortunately hit, my head was broken. But I did not fear that the heroes of the tiger and gallbladder had the right color. The health clerk Ma Yongfeng grabbed a loess on the ground and pressed the wound. Baoyu's uncle worked in the oilfield drilling team, and Baoyu had a wooden steel pipe foreign musket. At a critical moment, Baoyu always shot coldly, and the enemy immediately hugged his head and mouse, and he couldn't make a army. Hai Hong's father was the commander of the militia. Once Hai Hong even stole a grenade. Fortunately, we couldn't make it. After the battle, a commendation conference was held to select the battle hero. Military merits are a kind of weed in the mountains, called "Golden Baby", ground clothes, yellow flowers, and lotus root roots. It tastes sweet and like licorice. Although our weapons are excellent, the firepower is fierce, and the soldiers are sufficient, we are still defeated and invincible -the enemy's beauty plan. There is a girl named Wan Mei in Gou Dong, and we have a guy called the meeting. Like Fan Lihua, Xue Dingshan, Xiang Sanniang and Wang Dathu competing, they have intended in the battle and love. As soon as the dirty hand of the armistor was held, the stream of the armor was drank.

The Xinjiang sheep from the distance seemed to see the Junjie in the sheep. As soon as he came out, he was far away. At this time, he used a whip. Our shepherds not only have romantic willow flutes, but also have special whip. The whipping pole is 5 meters long, and the whip is 1 feet long. After Junjie's sheep fled, he threw the long whip in the air to "call" and "the" cliff doll "rang through the sky, and Junjie could" cliff and sheep. " The tool for putting sheep has a whip and shovel. When I stayed at the bottom of the ditch, when I saw Wu Yun stretch out, the rainstorm poured down. At this time, we shoved the shape of the foot on the sheep intestine trail in the sheep intestine trail to facilitate the escape. Another role of shovel is to pick up dung. When the agricultural club, the captain led the members of the production team to test the feces from house to the house. Parents often sprinkled the sheep dung we picked up in the dung pile. However, the captain with extremely rich work experience must not be empty. He used his head to dig deep and tied his dung to the dung. Like the warehouse accepting patriotic food, he studied with his hands and heard it on his nose to decide the best. At that time, for us, sheeping was not for the sake of good crops, not for more food, not to cultivate a good habit of loving labor since childhood, but to escape the stick of her mother. The twin lambs born of "Hero Mother" have become the oil and salt of my kitchen every year, and the paper and pen in our brothers and sisters' schoolbags. The mother of the sheep is eager, coupled with the old and weak, from the perspective of scientific parenting, the children born of the elderly mother are getting worse and worse. In the winter, the two lambs came to the sheep for less than 10 days. Before they had time to enjoy the joy of childhood and the romance of youth, they had already scattered. Heroes I of the sheep's mother was lost in the old age, and soon left the sheep in sorrow, and after giving her brilliant and tragic life. The vicissitudes of sheepskin have become the mattresses I want to learn from a distance. The meat was made into dumplings. In the morning, the corn noodle buns were sandwiched and the sorghum noodle noodles were mixed in the afternoon. In the era when I had no time to take care of the kindness and kindness, the family was eaten with interest.

The mother was perennial, and she sobbed her cheeks all night and all night. A remedy for an old Chinese medicine in the team: Rinse his mouth with ram. The Junjie sheep from the frontier, who was hesitated with his waste, tortured my mother for many years with his waste. When cutting hair in summer, the unruly Junjie always unwilling to capture the hoof, and he often gets a lot of holes on his body. An animal called flies entered the virtuality. It was amazed that the hero was short, Xiang Yu's end, Junjie's whole body infected, ulceration like flowers, and soon he kicked four hoofs and drove to the west. Poor itself is a heroic name, failed to support the year, and there were no children under his knees, and he died of a guest. I wonder if there is a blue sky, grass and white clouds in heaven? In order to let it be in the "water grass ditch, there is no near."

Later, Fengshan banned her animal husbandry, saying that it was to protect the ecology. Without sheep, she had no sheep, so I had to work everywhere. After dying his wife, he led three children to Hangzhou to pedal a tricycle. Xiaoli, who was shaking with a snake tail as an obstetrician and gynecologist, played with the piano with a wooden stick to play Bao Wenzheng in Qin Qiang. , Ma Yongfeng, who filled me the wound, went to the pigs. Baoyu, who had cold weapons, went to the big city as a contractor. Haihong, who had grenades, built the Three Gorges Dam. I fell down to another world ... I also had to leave home to learn, and temporarily bid farewell to the days of getting along with the sheep. Leave the Be Beef, leave the Dahua snake, leave the "Cliff Doll", leave the "Golden Baby", go to a place where everyone shakes his head, go to a place where everyone hurries, go to a everyone in the fun of everyone, In the place where everyone goes to a place like a thin ice.

In the underworld, sheep may be inherited in the intergeneration. My grandfather put sheep in the second half of my life. My dad missed the sheep in a foreign teacher in my life. I came from the sheep. Whenever my girl does not read English, I do n’t count as mathematics, and I rush her back to her hometown to let go of sheep. The children who grew up in the plastic greenhouse were unwilling to fight with the sheep, and she was crying. But I hope her child will be able to get the qualifications for sheep and be able to.

In August 23rd in the lunar calendar in 20000, after I got up, my grandfather pumped a pot of dry smoke with the agate cigarette holder he accompanied him throughout his life. On the bed, there is no illness. According to local customs, before going out, "collar sheep" -on filial piety to kneel into a circle, holding a sheep in the middle, like the altar, let it be stunned. Sheep bought from the market, but letting people splash water, he just did not have the trembling of our expectations. So my relatives were annoying, and thought about it: Don't worry about your son's loneliness and helplessness, don't worry about not learning well, don't worry about your daughter's family poverty, don't worry about his granddaughter's status low ... Ren Xiaozi's bitter heart, sheep still don't move. The filial piety was blank and was at a loss. But at this time, I only knew in my heart: This 觳觫 sheep was either the descendants of the "hero mother" I have been grazing, or I had the ingenuity of the Junjie of the frontier.

(Author: Tuo Jianhua)

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