It has been snowing this winter, and the snow on the small stone bridge in front of the door has been rolled into thick ice, and the bridge deck of the small stone bridge has become smooth as a mirror. The old man sat in the doorway, looking at the small stone bridge, and in the afternoon, the old man saw eight electric vehicles falling on the bridge. Fortunately, it is a young man, the old man thinks, if it is an elderly person, how can I get it?
It was going to be dark, and the old woman hadn't returned. For days, the old woman has been out early and late, and God knows what she is doing! Of course, the old man did not know, the old woman did not say, he did not rarely ask. In fact, they have not spoken for many years, they can't get along, they can't talk together, and when they talk, they raise the bar, so they simply don't say it.
The old man was very envious of the young people now, the personality could not be combined, and they left when they said that they were leaving, but at that time, once the two people worshiped the heavens and the earth, it was two grasshoppers tied to the rope, and no one wanted to jump away.
It's going to be dark and the snow is blowing. The old woman had not returned. The old woman's legs and feet are not very good, the old cold legs, the courage is small, afraid of the dark, all at this time and not come back, she is busy outside what?
The old man thought, just sitting is not enough, the sky is going to be dark, the old woman is afraid of the dark, the bridge deck is very slippery... He had to stand up and tell the old woman to see him as soon as she stepped onto the little stone bridge. The old man grabbed the door frame with his hand and tried very hard to get up, and finally, the old man stood up. The old man stooped over and stood very hard in the doorway, squinting his eyes at the small stone bridge in the flying snow.
Thankfully, the old woman came back. The old woman slowly crossed the small stone bridge, crossed the door hole, and said a word when passing the old man: Old things!
Somehow, the old man suddenly felt that this sentence was very good, he wanted to touch this sentence well, but he felt so tired and sleepy, it was time to sleep, the old man thought, he planted it head-on, and the sky was dark at once.
For the rest of the winter, the old woman never left the house again. She dragged the old cold leg against the wind and snow to come out early and return late, just to create some worries for the old thing, so that the old thing could last a few more days, and now, the old thing is gone, she is still out to suffer that sin!
The old woman sat under the base of the wall and looked at the door opening.
—— The article is excerpted from the Guangming Daily picture from the Internet
【About the author】Bai Jinke, 1963-2022, male, a farmer from Honghe Town, Changle County, Shandong Province, joined the Shandong Writers Association in 2015. He began to publish his works in 1986, and has published or reprinted works in more than 100 newspapers and periodicals such as Shandong Literature, Sichuan Literature, Novel Monthly, Small Novel Monthly, Hundred Gardens, Foshan Literature and Art, Jinshan, Story Club, Folk Literature, New Liaozhai, Reader, Yilin Composition Material, etc., and his works have been selected into a variety of annual anthologies, of which the micro-novel "The Last Guardian" won the first prize in the first Guangming Daily Micro-Fiction Competition in 2014; The short novel "Watching Vegetables" won the third prize of the 19th China Miniature Novel Annual Award.
Editor's note: A local grassroots writer, Mr. Bai Jinke, recently died of cancer, and the literary friends in the Changle literary circle have recalled him with words, which reflects a kind of humanistic care. He is an authentic farmer, and in recent years he has lived by sweeping the streets and living in poverty. He is not highly educated, but he loves literature, his original intention has not changed, he writes with manuscript paper, writes with a mobile phone, writes with an old computer, creates some weighty works, and even won the honor of the first and third prizes of the National Essay Campaign, which cannot but be said to be a spirit and a kind of adherence to literature. There is a sweeping monk in the "Eight Parts of the Sky", who is very good at kung fu, and there is a courier brother in the poetry conference who wins the championship one year, and the editor of the poetry journal is the runner-up. This also reflects a phenomenon that the master is in the folk! This short novel that Shirogane won the first prize that year was once commented on by a well-known professor of Shanda University as a fan essay, and she may not have known that this masterpiece was written by the hands of the grassroots of the people. In addition, the life experience of Shirogane teacher is also a sad story in itself. Literati are not easy, and suffering is more than literature. A person who is not remembered when he is alive, but who is dead, but still has his legend, so it is worth it. The bird flew through the sky, leaving no trace, but it came. Edit this article to count as a tribute.
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