That was two years ago. In Duanyang in May, the old man at Ferry Head found someone to replace him, so he took Yellow Dog and Cui Cui into town and went to the river to watch boating. The river was crowded with people, four scarlet long boats were sliding in the pool, the dragon boat water had just risen, the river was bean green, the weather was so sunny, the drums sounded, and Cui Cui sipped his mouth without saying a word, and his heart was full of unspeakable happiness. There are so many people by the river that everyone looks at the river with their eyes wide open. Not long after, the yellow dog was still there, but my grandfather was excluded.
Cui Cui is getting bigger every day. When she accidentally mentions something, she will blush. Time is growing, and she seems to be urging her to take some responsibility for another thing. She is very happy to see the pink-faced bride, tell the story of the bride, wear wild flowers on her head and listen to people singing. She can already feel the haunting place of the tea cave people's songs. Sometimes she seems a little lonely. She likes to sit on the rocks and stare at the stars in the sky. If Grandpa asks, "Cui Cui, what are you thinking?" She said softly with a little shyness, "I'm watching ducks fight!" " "
The weather is getting hotter and hotter. In June, the weather was a little hot, so the old boatman moved a dusty black pottery jar out of the corner of the room and made time to make a round cover with a few boards. Saw wood to make a tripod, and planed a big bamboo tube, tied it up with kudzu vine, and put it on the edge of the jar as furniture for spooning tea.
The evening is still gentle, beautiful and calm. But if a person is aware of this situation, it will seem a little thin and desolate in this dusk. So, this day became a painful thing. Cui Cui felt as if something was missing. It seems that the day is about to pass, and I want to climb up in a new personnel, but I can't. It seems that life is too ordinary to bear.
The moonlight shines like silver, and the bamboo on the mountain turns black in the moonlight. Insects are singing like rain in the grass around us. From time to time, I don't know where, suddenly there will be a grass warbler "sloped!" " "Pinched its throat, and soon, the bird seemed to understand that it was midnight and should not be so noisy, so it still slept with its eyes closed.
It really rained heavily at night, accompanied by scary thunder. When lightning flashed across the roof, it was followed by an explosion. Cui Cui shivered in the dark. Grandpa also woke up, knowing that she was afraid and worried that she would catch cold, he got up and covered her with a cloth sheet. Grandpa said, "Cui Cui, don't be afraid!" "
There came a group of people in transition, some carrying burdens, some running errands, and some mothers and daughters. Mother wore a new starched blue cloth dress, and the girl's face was painted with two cakes of red. She wore a new dress that didn't fit well. She went to her relatives' house to watch the dragon boat.
When everyone got on the boat and settled down, Cui Cui looked at the little girl and pulled the boat across the stream. The child is estimated to be thirteen or fourteen years old and comes from Cui Cui, but he looks charming and never seems to leave his mother. I'm wearing a pair of spikes with freshly oiled toes and some yellow mud on them. Pants are made of that purple-green cloth. See Cui Cui looking at her, she also looked at Cui Cui, eyes bare like two crystal balls. A little shy, a little uncomfortable, and a little unspeakable.
It cleared up after the rain, and the sun hit people's shoulders and backs with a little strength. The reeds and willows by the stream and the vegetables in the garden are all flourishing and full of wild vitality. Green grasshoppers are flying everywhere in the grass, flapping their wings and rustling. The sound of the new cicada on the branch is getting louder. There are yellow birds, bamboo finches and cuckoos singing in the bamboo rafts of two mountains. Cui Cui feeling, watching, listening, but also thoughtfully:
When dusk came, Cui Cui sat under the white tower behind her house and looked at the sky. A thin cloud was baked into a peach blossom by the sunset. In the 14th village, the businessmen in the city bought off many people from mountain products, and there were also many people in transition. Grandpa is busy on the ferry. It's almost evening, and all the other birds seem to be resting, except the cuckoo. Stones and soil were exposed to the sun all day, and plants were exposed to the sun all day. At this time, a kind of hot air is released. The air smells of earth, plants and beetles. Cui Cui looked at the red clouds in the sky and listened to the chaotic voices of businessmen floating on the ferry. Her heart was a little thin and desolate.
The evening is still gentle, beautiful and calm. But if a person is aware of this situation, it will seem a little thin and desolate in this dusk. So, this day became a painful thing. Cui Cui felt as if something was missing. It seems that the day is about to pass, and I want to climb up in a new personnel, but I can't. It seems that life is too ordinary to bear.
The moonlight is extremely soft, and a thin layer of white fog is floating on the stream. At this time, if someone sings to the stream, it is really beautiful across the stream. Cui Cui still remembers the jokes her grandfather used to tell. I am not deaf, but my grandfather's words are very clear. What happened when a brother walked away and sang to kill such an evening? She seems to be silent for a long time, just to wait for such a song.
After an average of one month, all the pains in people's hearts seem to have been cured in that long day. It's very hot, so everyone is busy sweating and drinking cold rice wine. There's no need to worry. Worry can't stay in people's lives. Every day, Cui Cui takes a nap on the side facing away from the sun under the White Pagoda. The height is extremely cold, and there are many birds such as bamboo finches in the two mangosteens. They are floating in their sleep because of the singing of mountain birds, and their dreams are often absurd.