Heavy autumn
(prose poem)
Text: Zhou Zheng
One
It's autumn.
Beautiful. And serene.
The fifth aunt was sitting on this autumn day.
The thick night fog wet her white hair. Gradually, the slimming, small hands, walnut face, became one with the night.
The past is no longer coming.
I'm very old.
When I got older, I felt lonely and lonely, and I missed my son on the other side of the distant mountain more and more.
The fifth aunt sighed for a long time.
The days flowed away inch by inch, with a long breath, softly, idlely, inch by inch, with what they brought, and what they brought.
The fifth aunt knew that it was a rugged mountain, a mountain made of endless thin green. The mountain road bent like a snake in the middle of it, crawled over the head of the Golden Bull Mountain Cangdai, and just like that, it trembled deeply, trembled, and was engraved on the heart of the fifth aunt.
A large group of ancient catalpa trees in the autumn frost transform into a fluttering rainbow.
An old face sunflower-like toward the distant mountains.
The moon arched out of the clouds, so faint.
The night is filled with blue.
The fifth aunt smiled, as if looking back at a good dream yesterday.
Two
The flock flapped their wings and made a noise in the courtyard. From time to time, chicks chirp, with their tender yellow mouths, pecking one day after another to a clear and new cluster.
The fifth aunt is young.
The fifth aunt added the fire to the fire and said to her son, "There are all kinds of things in the book, so you have to find it yourself!" ”
The son was very obedient and smart, and sure enough, he found a way out of the mountain in the book, went to the city to study, and became the only college student in the mountain.
What an unforgettable day it was! The whole village sent off their son.
In the quiet field, the footsteps and laughter suddenly moved around, from far and near, from sparse to dense, and the mountain village boiled.
It's a long and quiet mountain road.
The melodious birds singing adds a cheerful and sad mood to the heavy autumn day.
The fifth aunt said, "The road is still good." ”
The son nodded, plucked a mountain chrysanthemum flower on the side of the road, inserted it on the beautiful bun of the fifth aunt, and then grabbed the suit on her back, turned around and left.
Somehow, the fifth aunt suddenly cried.
There was rain wafting in, wafting up a layer of mist like a veil, enveloping a mountain of thick affection.
The mountain road stretches out.
Three
When the villagers who drank three or four drinks carried their luggage and carried their tools to the head of the village, the fifth aunt had been waiting there for a long time.
This is the work that the son gave the villagers in the city to find, so that the villagers came out of the mountains one by one.
"Fifth aunt, is it dry and sticky?"
"No, no, it's The Red of the Mountains, and you give them to Shanzi and his daughter-in-law."
"This is for future grandchildren, right?"
"Grandchildren wear grandma's shirts to raise well."
The mountain village, which was soaked with morning light, gradually regained the vitality of yesterday.
Cooking smoke wafted up.
The rooster chirps from time to time.
The silken light that pours out from the gaps in the leaves and door panels is cast conspicuously on the black space and pavement, reflecting the hope of life.
"How beautiful this little dress is, Shanzi's daughter-in-law must like it!"
The old willow swayed with the wind, like the fluttering white hair of the five aunts.
The migrant workers are gone, and the figure is gradually gone. The sound of footsteps dragging and dragging, the sound of tight sound floating slowly on the winding mountain path.
The fifth aunt stood stunned, as if staring at the distant days.
Under the canopy, the cooking smoke near and far, snake-like twisting.
The fifth aunt raised her hand: "Tell Shan Zi Mo to worry about me, work well!" ”
The voice was trembling and clumsy. Filled with a wave of mother's affection, accompanied by the cry of a startling bird, long!
Four
When the autumn dew was thick, the people who went to the city to work came back, and they came to see the fifth aunt, and the fifth aunt seemed very happy.
The fifth aunt smiled and asked, "Does the little dressed ShanZi daughter-in-law like it?" ”
"Like, like, the child will come to see you when she is out of the moon."
"I didn't say when I would be born, but I had to step on the birth and serve the confinement."
"Not yet."
It was an idyllic twilight.
The sky was in a trance, revealing a rolling, towering ridge.
The workers put bags and pieces of things in front of the five aunts, piled them up like a hill, and repeatedly said a sentence: "Five aunts, this is what the shanzi brothers carried for you!" ”
The fifth aunt opened the bag and handed it to the villagers one by one.
She was very happy, and even had some innocence: "My son carries it, and everyone eats it." ”
It was late at night.
The veil-like mist rises from the distant mountains and near the mountains and floats quietly in the sky, leaving moisture, dewdrops and silver-white tranquility in this beautiful and quaint mountain village.
The fifth aunt could not sleep, and the kerosene lamp was on fire, shining on her old face.
The fifth aunt gently got up and slowly pulled open the latch.
Autumn breeze.
The fields were exceptionally cool. The fifth aunt walked up the winding path out of the mountain...
The fifth aunt already knew that her son Shanzi had sacrificed to save a child trapped in the fire... The fifth aunt seemed to hear the cry of her grandson!
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