Deng Fang Li family
Author: Wan Huihua
Uncle Hong Pingzhang
My uncle Mr. Li Hongping was an old tailor
I remember when he was a farmer
In his later years, he developed vitiligo on his face
Such as Feng Xiaogang's three-flowered face
No wonder the old man was reluctant to go into town as often as possible
He was afraid that the juniors would look at his face
His old man was my mother's master
My mother was not yet twenty years old
Learn the art with him A ruler measuring cloth
A chalk dash is more important
How to cut it with a knife is not a difference
And how to get a stitch when there is no sewing machine
One-line stitching of the lining
It took three years to get out of school, and I don't know my mother
How long it took her to get out of school later she was able to get on a sewing machine
Change old clothes into new clothes This should be the year
The result of learning
When I lived in Chetian
My uncle had a sore tooth and swollen teeth
Still out of work the plough field harrow field
Don't cry out in pain The field is his home
A man who loves the land so much
The imprint is hard to forget in my heart
My uncle had a good wine all his life and he went to New Nam Chong
Greetings to my grandmother or birthday
Even if the family is too poor, they have to borrow two or two liquors from the neighbors
Let the uncle pour himself a drink and blush
And there's also his favorite bowl of dishes for spring
So much so that my grandmother died when she was seventy-nine years old, and my uncle was in the temple
He opened his throat and sang a few mountain songs dedicated to his mother-in-law
Dedicated to the good times he once spent at his mother-in-law's house
Since then, my uncle has never returned to New Nam Chong
He was also old and eighty years old when he died
I would also like to say that my uncle was a yes
Temperamental man He generally does not lose his temper
He once beat his eldest daughter Zai De sister with a flat shoulder
Chased a few fields and one so
Uncle of a man of temperament I am not afraid of him
I wouldn't have drunk at that time, or I would have drunk with him
A few cups once dreamed of his old man's home
Seemed cold to me and I knew I owed him wine
It is good to be repaid in his grandson's good drink
You can drink three cups
To comfort your uncle for paying you back
The iron landscape is full of fine wine
Aunt Jiang Yuanbo
My aunt's name is Wan Jiangyuan
She was born in 1927 when the Kuomintang killed communists in Qingxiang
My grandfather, Mr. Bingbin, almost became a ghost under the knife of Qingxiang
My wife heard that she was going to arrest the Communists
He sent a long-term worker to run to The Maotian Cave overnight
My grandfather was having an underground party meeting
Run all night from Tongcheng to Chibi
From Shandong on the Yangtze River, he worked as a teacher in Jiangyuan County
When his hometown gave him the good news, he took Jiangyuan County as the one
My aunt's name
A woman born in a troubled world did not suffer much from childhood
Education because my grandfather was away for a long time
My aunt was also in the country with her grandparents
She lived a carefree teenage life with her mother and my grandmother
In fact, the niece and aunt are kissing each other
But my grandfather didn't love this grandmother
Their breakup also shocked my aunt's heart
Maybe a divorce from the mother
Remarriage And it was also incomprehensible to leave him in the Wan family
Life is such a helplessness
She married my uncle Hong Pingda in Huang'an City
Having three children and having children, the eldest son, Shi Guange, is nearly ancient
He was still my idol in his youth
He's ten years older than me, and I'm still far from him
Every year on the first month or on the birthday of our aunts, we all want it
Go to Deng Fang as a guest, eat white rice, eat pork oil tofu
Beautiful let me eat a few meals
But in the evening, I always wanted to go back to my hometown
My aunt pointed to an old maple tree on my mountain
Like a giant umbrella standing in a hometown dozens of miles away
Looking at this maple tree, it seemed like my grandmother was waving at me
I miss my hometown even more, but I don't dare cry
My uncles and aunts are so kind, how can I brush their good intentions
In the dream I returned to the maple tree
Back in my grandmother's arms
I got up in the morning and I still had wet tear marks on the corners of my eyes
About the Author
Wan Huihua is a member of the China Literary and Art Critics Association, a member of the Hunan Writers Association, a member of the Hunan Poetry Society, a vice chairman of the Hunan Yueyang Critics Association, and a deputy editor-in-chief of The Hunan Yueyang Evening News. He has published more than 200 essays, essays and literary criticisms in central and provincial newspapers and periodicals such as "Literature and Art Daily", "Everyone", "Works and Controversies", and published three literary works such as "Feelings of Shusheng", "A Landscape of the Soul" and "April Objects", and his works have won many awards from the Hunan Provincial Writers Association and the Hunan Provincial Journalist Association.
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