Not to pick at the head stones
The back of the mountain is not clean, the future not to pick up stones at around their ancestral graves. Wink to the old man said to me.
I do not recognize the old man, he more than once said to me this sentence, and sometimes his eyes looked at me, and sometimes at other places, and said very solemnly.
At that time I was a primary. I was inter-village to live in the village of seven to eight village school to school every day after 1700 I am the only one through the back of the mountain people, the first shuttle has a mother. Later, the children have knowledge of more than 10 years old sneer at my family members would also like to send, I had to refuse the mother39s Shuttle, boldlythat a person my back, starting today!
A person through the back of the mountain, when my heart beat fast.
Hill buried after a lot of my neighbors, one of a dozen-year-old boy died from tuberculosis when I stand beside him and watched him die.
He lived very hard, tuberculosis was almost unable to get out of bed when the latter Walk, for fear of infection, no children, and dare to play him. My father and his father are good friends, familyof this seriously ill child at the last days of life to Prada UK live as lonely, his father said to me you go to see you brother, instead of front of his mouth speak, nor eat anything you give him. you give him something with you, pocket, back again to throw away.
I usually see him, you can feel every time I go he is very pleased, and so ready to join me in a lot of things to eat. School, he said give me things, how the Teacher class, students in the classroom on how to play the first piece of chalk, while the teachers pay no attention to the chalk talk threw the first table, we just do not admit, Female Teacher anger tears, cryingtextbooks go out a run. She does not class, middle of the U.S. dollars, and everyone went to the playground on Zhan-guo a game He listened very carefully, usually ask some very simple questions, such as Teacherwhy, how long she cry, Teacher will not hit you. He never went to school, for all schools, he felt fresh on the one hand, on the other hand, kept him speak, but want to retain me - he too needs a person speak of!
Separated for several days, I went. Him breathing very difficult, with the first stool in front of the bed softly said to me brother, how are youcome, take it. Room has a smell, like blood. Perhaps there is a mouse die in here, I think. His mother came in holding my hand and said Elder Brother poor health, you come out, mother and two you speak.
Mom put me down two outbuildings, she could not suppress low to sob again. You take a look at the many after him, his time more and more less. She handed me a nail files said The day before yesterday, which put him with scissors nail files Break their own blood vessels, blood flow for a long time before we found. Suddenly, the room rang him hoarse call. We ran into him from the nest into shot, skinny hand, like a thin bamboo. He tried to seize my hand with difficulty, said brother, I39m going to die, and you take good care of my sister called my parents.must you later,they want … … , then more and more behind low voice that gradually there will be no more.
Two go hand-mother took him breathingsaid The dead! Elder Brother the eyes of one bubble wrapped tears, there is a drop slide nose up at. He suffered from hereditary tuberculosis, treatment at home without money, his life was spent as a patient. He infected my tears, I stood before him cry. Probably also some fear inside-doped, a first face of the dead, I need my voice to embolden.
He was buried at the back of the mountain. Taoist priest said that children do not re-yang, near the dead should not, I watched him die, and should not look at him for burial, or else the ghost of the dead will find me on.
I have not looked at him for burial, but the back of the mountain - his home. Now my only way, he is all alone every day to lie on the grave, the melancholy and watch me. Every time I read the back of the mountain, when my eyes will always have this vision emerged.
Are thinking, they walked to the back of the mountain at the entrance to the cul-de-sac. Luckily, a gray-haired elderly firewood in the mountains, I feel free to breath, ready to run past.
Upon their arrival in the elderly side, he stopped me Little, I want to trying to chop up the hillside across from a tree, carrying a child is not convenient, you can take care of give me a moment. He pointed at the backs of Children said to me.
If in other places, I agree a must. But here, a lot of graves of the place … … I beg your pardon, grandfather, I would like to go home homework, I can not … … I have to leave!
This is my first one person alone, after the cemetery, if I know that because of this refusal will lead to a subsequentAt that time, I must not refuse.
After the next day when my people to put forward the same request, I rejected the same. However, I do fear the hillside at declining. As long as someone, I would like a fearless!
I do not recognize the old man, he more than once said to me this sentence, and sometimes his eyes looked at me, and sometimes at other places, and said very solemnly.
At that time I was a primary. I was inter-village to live in the village of seven to eight village school to school every day after 1700 I am the only one through the back of the mountain people, the first shuttle has a mother. Later, the children have knowledge of more than 10 years old sneer at my family members would also like to send, I had to refuse the mother39s Shuttle, boldlythat a person my back, starting today!
A person through the back of the mountain, when my heart beat fast.
Hill buried after a lot of my neighbors, one of a dozen-year-old boy died from tuberculosis when I stand beside him and watched him die.
He lived very hard, tuberculosis was almost unable to get out of bed when the latter Walk, for fear of infection, no children, and dare to play him. My father and his father are good friends, familyof this seriously ill child at the last days of life to Prada UK live as lonely, his father said to me you go to see you brother, instead of front of his mouth speak, nor eat anything you give him. you give him something with you, pocket, back again to throw away.
I usually see him, you can feel every time I go he is very pleased, and so ready to join me in a lot of things to eat. School, he said give me things, how the Teacher class, students in the classroom on how to play the first piece of chalk, while the teachers pay no attention to the chalk talk threw the first table, we just do not admit, Female Teacher anger tears, cryingtextbooks go out a run. She does not class, middle of the U.S. dollars, and everyone went to the playground on Zhan-guo a game He listened very carefully, usually ask some very simple questions, such as Teacherwhy, how long she cry, Teacher will not hit you. He never went to school, for all schools, he felt fresh on the one hand, on the other hand, kept him speak, but want to retain me - he too needs a person speak of!
Separated for several days, I went. Him breathing very difficult, with the first stool in front of the bed softly said to me brother, how are youcome, take it. Room has a smell, like blood. Perhaps there is a mouse die in here, I think. His mother came in holding my hand and said Elder Brother poor health, you come out, mother and two you speak.
Mom put me down two outbuildings, she could not suppress low to sob again. You take a look at the many after him, his time more and more less. She handed me a nail files said The day before yesterday, which put him with scissors nail files Break their own blood vessels, blood flow for a long time before we found. Suddenly, the room rang him hoarse call. We ran into him from the nest into shot, skinny hand, like a thin bamboo. He tried to seize my hand with difficulty, said brother, I39m going to die, and you take good care of my sister called my parents.must you later,they want … … , then more and more behind low voice that gradually there will be no more.
Two go hand-mother took him breathingsaid The dead! Elder Brother the eyes of one bubble wrapped tears, there is a drop slide nose up at. He suffered from hereditary tuberculosis, treatment at home without money, his life was spent as a patient. He infected my tears, I stood before him cry. Probably also some fear inside-doped, a first face of the dead, I need my voice to embolden.
He was buried at the back of the mountain. Taoist priest said that children do not re-yang, near the dead should not, I watched him die, and should not look at him for burial, or else the ghost of the dead will find me on.
I have not looked at him for burial, but the back of the mountain - his home. Now my only way, he is all alone every day to lie on the grave, the melancholy and watch me. Every time I read the back of the mountain, when my eyes will always have this vision emerged.
Are thinking, they walked to the back of the mountain at the entrance to the cul-de-sac. Luckily, a gray-haired elderly firewood in the mountains, I feel free to breath, ready to run past.
Upon their arrival in the elderly side, he stopped me Little, I want to trying to chop up the hillside across from a tree, carrying a child is not convenient, you can take care of give me a moment. He pointed at the backs of Children said to me.
If in other places, I agree a must. But here, a lot of graves of the place … … I beg your pardon, grandfather, I would like to go home homework, I can not … … I have to leave!
This is my first one person alone, after the cemetery, if I know that because of this refusal will lead to a subsequentAt that time, I must not refuse.
After the next day when my people to put forward the same request, I rejected the same. However, I do fear the hillside at declining. As long as someone, I would like a fearless!
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