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A little trivial memory about a tiger

A little trivial memory about a tiger

This is the 150th original article of the tribe

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In two days, the Year of the Tiger will arrive. If my grandfather were alive, under the existing medical conditions, it would be his last life year. He was a tiger, a tall man, but a kind tiger. When I was very young, I saw his students come to him for all kinds of troubles and confusions, and he always spoke patiently. I followed him most of the time in preschool, and seeing his students not only respected him, but also trusted him.

Once, a young sister from junior high school came to him to ask about the relationship, and she couldn't remember whether she had a crush on a young teacher, or if someone else misunderstood her for doing so, or if she felt that the teacher was in love with her. The little sister saw me and said hello, as if she also politely praised the children, at that time, I, looking at the little sister of junior high school, felt that she was so mature. I don't know how other people feel, looking up is mature, looking at yourself and looking down are childish. At that time, I wondered if this little sister's affair would be self-inflicted, after all, it is very normal to see things wrongly. Involving the issue of youth, although I am not very old, but also consciously walk away to be considered to avoid, in short, in the end, the teacher did the students' ideological work, put down the burden, the little sister is satisfied, should be able to focus more on learning.

This kind of thing is good, because the result is perfect, and some are not necessarily so. I want to say that this happened even earlier, I was probably five or six years old at the time, because I remember very clearly, in an adobe house. Speaking of adobe houses, it feels very low-end and backward, but in fact, we didn't feel miserable when we lived in adobe houses, but we were very happy. When my grandfather said that green olives have an aftertaste, when they first ate it felt unpalatable, thrown on the roof, after a while feel the aftertaste is endless, and then climbed to the thatched roof to find out, and finally ripped off the roof, the roof in this story has a specific image in the brain, there is no need to imagine, although the roof at that time was actually paved with tiles, this roof is more than a few years, it will grow grass, or a slender and fleshy plant, I don't know if it is a meaty plant in the classification.

Living in an adobe house, when it rains, you have to take a variety of basins to receive water, some on the bed, some on the stove, some directly on the ground, rain drops in the basin bang bang, like music, now people want to experience it and can't. This was normal at the time and not worth boasting about. That day in the adobe house, a few people came, it was our neighbor, and my grandfather's house was only a few tens of meters away. If you don't climb the Three Treasures Hall without anything, once you ascend, there is something. As soon as these people entered the house, I felt that the light had dimmed. They came looking for my grandfather. I listened to a few words and understood that there was probably a child in their family, who had a special skill in the second or third year of junior high school: he could draw tigers. The scene also came up with a pair of works, indeed, a majestic tiger. At that time, we had never seen the world, and the felines had also seen cats, one was my family's, it seemed to be black and white, the male cat, who liked to drill into the bed in winter, and the other was Grandpa's, tabby, female cat, who liked to sneak out of bed to rest. Even so, as soon as I looked at the painting, I was sure that it was indeed a tiger, very vivid and very divine.

Of course, the purpose of coming is certainly not to show the good looks of the tiger. The guests are scattered, to the effect that the child has this specialty, but the results of the cultural class are average, and I hope to point out a way, a little out of the way. Grandpa said something I don't remember, I thought it might be beyond his ability. Place names such as Wuxi and Suzhou appear in the content of the discussion among the adults, which may be thinking that these big cities have more opportunities and have room for artistic expertise or appropriate care. My feeling at that time was a little gray, this big brother's painting is so good, it should be one in a hundred, but in the real environment, the fate and future of the individual are like the fallen leaves in the autumn wind can not control themselves, can only be entrusted to the slim possibility. Cities like Wuxi and Suzhou sound so far away. Suzhou did not understand that Wuxi was going to take a ship to the ship dock under the Fifth Bridge for a long time to arrive. My impression of it stops at the occasional dried marinade tofu that adults bring back. This kind of thing has a long vitality, and it is estimated that it is still for sale. Alas, there is a skill, but the culture class is not passed, it is a loss.

This incident should not have been a surprise at the time, after all, the reality was there. Later, I saw the tiger-themed painting in the window of the middle school, and I thought that this might be the big brother who painted it, and there are not many people near and far who can draw tigers and can paint well. So, so speculate, he went to high school? If so, it turned out to be good, after all, half of the people could go to high school at that time. I heard that the goal of the current religious reform is like this, is this thirty years of Hedong and thirty years of Hexi?

I don't know what the big brother's path was like later in life, because then we sold our adobe house and moved to a new house. The buyer of our house was another neighbor who started raising pigs in it after he bought it. I have found this old house a few times, because I am more nostalgic for the old, but not near, not afraid of seeing the original residence into a pigsty can not accept, gentlemen do not have this point of consciousness or there, mainly afraid of too touched feelings, deep affection, in order to live a long life or pay attention to restraint, so just look at it from a distance, a little relief of my homesickness.

This is one of my deepest memories of tigers. I think my junior high school classmates have also seen the tiger paintings on display in the window. If any of my friends in my hometown know about the current situation of this big brother, please let me know, I am just a little curious, want to know if he still draws tigers?

There is another memory about the tiger, about one person. His little name is Tiger, and I think it may be a tiger now, but I didn't think of it like this when I was a child. By his age, he can be regarded as my elder, but unfortunately, in terms of generation, I am my peer, my uncle's nephew. At that time, I liked to listen to stories, and I used to pestered him to tell me stories. He lay in bed, searched his stomach for half a day, and told me a long story of Laba porridge, a bit heavy taste, but young I still like to listen, the plot is more bizarre and humorous, in line with the needs of children's curiosity.

I listened to him brag at his grandmother's house because his grandmother's house was the intersection of two relatives. Entering his grandmother's door is very small, very interesting, is a small door facing north, and then through a very long narrow road, can pass a person, through a family known for thrift and thrift of the old couple, and then to the home, into the house is also seven turns and eight turns, some parts also use the sky lighting, the structure of the house is complex, this is the charm of the house, the current unit absolutely does not have this charm.

The husband of the old couple is an old man with at least a foot long beard, smoking a pipe at least one meter long, living upstairs, downstairs long aisle side is not clear what room, because we can only see a wall when we walk in the aisle, the old couple can not turn on the lights at night, saving electricity to the extreme, so it is even more impossible to open a light for the dark aisle during the day. Grandpa is very wary of outsiders, and he is half acquainted with me, so he will not drive me out. Diagonally opposite the small door that opens to the north is a family surnamed Sun, looking at the lintel is different, like a large household, as if there is a wall, from the door can not directly see the situation inside. He had a black poodle, very fierce, and often lay in the doorway looking at passers-by with ill will.

As the saying goes, knowing the poodle, run in front of the dog. At that time, we were afraid to return to it, but we liked to tease it, such as throwing a small stone for it to see, and then running faster than who. When I was in elementary school, my physical education performance was average, and it was all right to pass the sprint, but I am proud that in a dog-teasing activity in the second grade, I ran past a classmate surnamed Jiang in my class, and he was unfortunately bitten by this black poodle.

In another dog-teasing activity, a few of our classmates panicked, I was familiar with the terrain, so I led everyone through the north-facing small door to run in, at that time I felt that it was the Ho Chi Minh Trail, mysterious and magical. This road is really black and rumbling, and the students don't dare to go in, this can't be a cave, right? But do you want to be bitten by a dog? So, in the end, they all ran in, and the poodle rushed to the door not far away to demonstrate, and then returned to its post, after all, it could not leave its job emotionally.

A few of us rushed into the mysterious trail to hide from the dogs, alarmed the bearded grandfather, and came out with a crutch to drive away these uninvited guests. I hurried to say hello, and he recognized me, and finally agreed that we should take refuge temporarily, and as soon as the dog left, the man left. I complimented him a few words on his crutches, and I knew it was something he was proud of. This cane is a cane when it is used, a pipe when it is not used, and yes, it is a pipe that is at least a meter long. I now think that this old man smoked such a long pipe, maybe to practice lung capacity, after all, he seems to be a legend. I don't remember exactly if Grandpa showed us a pipe. But we should have avoided the dog and escaped into the trail a few times, maybe once in a good mood to show us.

When Tiger's cousin or cousin returned to his hometown to save his relatives, he once saw this bearded grandfather, probably just happened to see him writing brush words, praised a few words, and said that he wanted a word post. The bearded grandfather really took it seriously, really wrote a letter post, our small place rice paper may not be easy to buy, he is very thrifty, I don't know what kind of paper he uses, the plaid is on it, page by page is really good, and then he also carefully booked it. How did I know about this? After the grandfather wrote it, he came to my house with his pipe and handed it to my grandfather, saying that he did not know how the calligraphy enthusiast's family would come again, knowing that we were relatives who were fighting with eight poles, so he entrusted my grandfather to hand it over. My grandfather later asked for the address and sent it at his own postage. This is probably the real poster I've ever seen.

The Year of the Tiger is coming, sitting at home, thinking of my "tiger" grandfather, and then thinking of the above trivia, I turned out a stamp of the Year of the Tiger that I collected, and it has been 36 years. People can't meet the Year of the Tiger a few times in their lifetime, right? Seven times, eight times? Under the existing medical conditions, it is not more than ten times.

Then, folks, cherish it! I would like to take this opportunity to wish you all a Happy Chinese New Year and all the best!

A little trivial memory about a tiger

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