This autumn, a ribbon of rural road is finally as mbt chapa QiWanBaGuai ground pulled into the gourd village. This is generations to utter things. Dream The villagers dream had not thought that, the pursuit of several generations, the .
I stood out the new road, a man named triangle hole place, commanding, imaginative. I looked at opposite mountain floating smoke from kitchen chimneys, watching adorned the cattle, sheep and pigs, dogs, chicken &duck swarms of the village, and ZhuangJiaRen figure inside like stage of the lake meet and halcyon. The mountains have a golden autumn, yellow leaves rustle whereabouts, strewn with a ground, reap the harvest of the field KuangYuan magnanimous and only sunshine still some fierce, Soil mixed with osmanthus fragrance smell in all around me diffuse. B: yes, is this kind of theirs, this absence of childhood rural flavor son, let me deeply intoxicatedmbt tenga mid.
The village like my veins, did I not familiar with. Mother is in such days send me a village. At that time, I was already out of a long road, mother still stood at a distance to the entrance of the high, I look around, waving, and continually to I barked: “boy, don’t despise normal, she always than a lifetime with two foot five (hoe to deal with strong.) Of course, no roads in the mountain path, bending aresult, leishuilanlan heavy my steps. Mountain will mother told clearly sent to my front, mother old, the unfailing, dish and my brother reading almost exhausted her all the pain of his life. Remember me, the university entrance exam when mother was snake bites almost dead, finally in two village doctor, under the careful treatment miracle live, this just had my that trip, careful want really providence. If mother soul went days, I will doubtless school, and then, my life is going to rewrite.
In our eyes, father is a fellow temper strange and incompetent useless man, though he some culture, but not good at farm work, can’t even housework, the house outside all by single mother rbis cuisine, The father except reluctantly completes team work outside, the home of things never stealth. Looking at the mother of hard work, aging, I continued to grow a few times are living off the idea, but my mom was hesitation refused, without cultural mother insists that reading is the only way out is son get out from mountains only choice.
My high school is in the heights middle school reading. Every week, we all get back one or two bottles of sour pickled cabbage, QiBaJin rice, down from gourd ping hill, enter until daxi, climb up again ZhangGuShan 72 turn over more than 40 plum slope, walk to school. Climbing is a long and hard work experience. We early on his back cage, leave home go climb ah, until the sun outcrops, fog dispersed all that we don’t climb to ZhangGuShan, no matter how cold the weather, body sends out the heat will underwear drenched. Up to reckoned, just entered a highway, highway broad and smooth, easy to walk more than mountain, we relax, everybody you chase my drive, keep moving, talking and laughing, mountain climbing drab and overworked early behind, young upsurge, a passion again over the mountains of plmbt wave shoeseasant sensation arises spontaneously. When climbing a tired, we also wanted to go to is located in the ground, but ancient zhangs no.2 attend due under the jurisdiction of the restrictions, regional destined to us on the way to college and only narrow path.or concomitant, only hard trek mines!