Dusty heartbreaking past

In 1971, when I was six years old, on the sixth day of November that year, I don't know how I became a child without a mother. Fifty years later, in 2021, I'm fifty-six, and on February 11, Dad went to mom.

On that day of that year, it was said that it was snowing lightly. My grandmother didn't let me go home, and my brother didn't. It's even worse to say it freezes us.

Early in the morning, my brother and I were playing on the kang, and I tilted my grandmother's big quilt over, surrounded a triangular gap in the corner, and threw the empty matchbox we played with into the gap of the delta triangle, and then I jumped in.

My brother couldn't get in and was crying outside.

The old aunt and grandmother took cotton out of the cabinet. My aunt said to me: Do you know what we are looking for cotton for? I just said: I know. The old aunt said: I know that I still recruit him, and I know that I don't coax him to play.

At that time, I was not afraid of my aunt. There is no boundary with my aunt, who is my aunt.

The old aunt and grandmother went out together.

Before noon, they were back. But no cooking at noon. The uncle who lived in the opposite house said: Let's all eat in this house. The uncle's house is dried rice with straw rice and boiled cabbage with flour.

I cried when I lay on the kang.

I really don't know why, I was very aggrieved and cried hard. The big concubine carried me to the West House, and the uncle was a little loud: Don't howl, eat!

I was afraid of my uncle, but I couldn't stop crying. Still crying, crying enough.

[Tears] [Tears] [Tears] [Tears] [Tears] [Tears]

It turned out that on that day, my mother was gone.

Fifty years have passed, and the memory is still fresh.

Daddy's business, I can't write it, dust it.

On the sixth day, I still couldn't eat or sleep.

Mom's grave was originally in a place called "Peach Tree Garden", where the soil was sold, there was no place to stay, and it was "usurped" to the current place. "Usurpation" I can not participate. This place is called "South Kiln", which is far from zhuang and desolate. So after I burned paper, it was also at the intersection. But strangely enough, places I haven't been to feel familiar.

That day, I knelt in front of my mother's grave and shouted: Mom, you are here! Turns out you're here! If there is an afterlife, you must be in good health and accompany my father.

The night before, I had a dream. I dreamed that I went to my grandmother's house and made a cotton jacket for my grandmother. Grandma wants to travel, it is a sunset red type of group, but no one accompanies people to let me go, I accompany grandma to go. I found a top of mine from the cupboard, a pink coat, but everyone wears red. I asked where to go? I couldn't walk the 205 National Highway, so I stopped by and wore red clothes. I began to tell me not to go, got in the car, and really arrived at the door, got out of the car, and went to my father's house to understand: I am not allowed to wear red clothes! [Tears] [Tears] [Tears] [Tears] [Tears] [Tears]