Text/Shao Wei
Dreaming of my aunt, I was in the night two days before the cold food.
She was still less than 40 years old, wearing a small purple checkered top with gold thread, shoulder-length, oily hair with two black hair clipped to the back of her head, and directing everyone to repair the house in the rectangular courtyard where she lived.
The dream was very clear, and she said to the busy people: her bedroom was occupied by the neighbor who opened the supermarket, and she did not want to hurt the peace, but only wanted to repair the wall that the other party had dug. I went to her bedroom to see for myself, and on the familiar side of the western wall, the closet that had been hidden inside the wall had become a door, and the other side occupied an area of three feet wide. She smiled and said that by taking up these areas, the house would be warmer when the ground was burned. I saw that everyone frequently nodded in agreement with her words. The area is small and the temperature is high. Just as she suffered losses is a blessing in life belief.
On October 7, 1995, my aunt took a photo at Taishan
On the day my aunt died, I suddenly couldn't control myself. While everyone stopped crying, only I was still crying. Perhaps, from the bottom of my heart, I have always been reluctant to believe that a beautiful person will die prematurely, because she is still like the famous movie star Qin Yi before she is less than 80 years old.
On October 26, 2002, my aunt took a photo
Remembering my aunt, the clearest image is that she is sitting under the north window of winter, burning on an extremely warm earthen kang. On the windowsill of the morning sun there is always a pot of pink, a small daisy flower she calls "spinach chrysanthemum". At that time, there was no heating, and everyone burned coal for heating. My family lives in a dormitory in the company compound, and there is no condition to use earth kang and ground kang. The aunt's house is a courtyard in gaojia hutong, the family is well-off, the heating is exquisite, the ground is warm, the earth kang is also warm, there is no moisture and dust in the house, many flowers will bloom indoors regardless of the season, the pot of pink "spinach" has become a flower that I still like and remember, the delicate leaves seem to make the lips and teeth taste spring, the fantastic little flower cup, how many times into the childhood dream. As a result, my aunt's house is the place I yearn for most all winter.
When my mother took me to my aunt's house, I guess it was because as long as there were flowers, I was very quiet. Since I was a child, I grew up in a nanny parent, and for my relatives, my heart is full of strangeness, I never eat other people's snacks, do not drink other people's water, and I will not say more to affect the adults to speak. The aunt is a strong person, adhering to the temper of the grandfather who has been a carpenter all his life. My mother was in front of her sister, listening a lot and speaking softly. What my aunt said the most was to do more good deeds and help others more. I take her word for it. My father was already the technical director of the company at that time, and my mother was an employee of the company, and the salary income was enough to maintain a family of 5. However, my father was born in the countryside, because the place where my family lived was very close to the municipal hospital, and the familiar and unfamiliar villagers in the eight townships regarded my family as a turnover station for treatment and hospitalization, and there were many things that long-term guests lived, ate, borrowed money to pay for medical expenses but did not pay back. When the family is short of money, my mother will ask my aunt to borrow a little to live a life. My mother would sometimes shed tears in front of my aunt, and my aunt would advise: Don't you still have my sister? Don't be embarrassed, brother-in-law this is doing good, there is no pass that can't be passed, you don't blame him! I can't see my mother crying in her daily life, she is optimistic, and her spoken words are: no matter how difficult it is, I must sing. Therefore, usually at home, she is smiling and moaning, and never shows a sad face. The neighbors were willing to ask her for advice on anything, and they all believed her. Only in front of her sister would she show a childish side.
The aunt and mother communicated the most was the grandmother who had died a long time ago. The two sisters competed to remember the life of their mother, complementing each other, and sighing at her kindness and early death. Between their lines, I seemed to be able to see the kind old man who had no memory of himself. The grandmother came from a wealthy family, was the second lady of the family, and she fell in love with a handsome and versatile carpenter who wore gold and silver. The origin of this love story is so wonderful! However, the little carpenter's family is thin, and the parenting pressure of 3 men, 3 women and 6 children has prompted her to change roles and adapt to the days of earning money to support her family. Every day, she had to get up early, bake a few pancakes or spread a stack of pancakes, leave the children with the amount of breakfast and lunch, carry her back to the market, and when she sold out and when she went home to eat. Filial piety to the in-laws, husbands and children, and help poor families, she is gentle and tenacious, never bitter, never impatient. The most rare thing is that in the 50s, when the difficult family could not read universally, she let all 6 children go to school.
The aunt would often talk about her grandmother dreaming of her. Mom was very envious. She often sighed and said: "Does our mother think that I am not doing enough good deeds, and basically do not trust me with dreams?" The eldest aunt will say: I am the eldest in the family, and she gave me a dream just to let me manage the younger brothers and sisters below the education, which is the heirloom left by our mother to us.
I remember these scenes deeply, and I also remember the beautiful face of my aunt. Thus, in my dreams, I heard echoes from the blood lineages of the past!
About the author: Shao Wei, pen name: Moon Shift Flower Shadow, Yiyi, etc. The articles have been published and selected in national and provincial core journals and other domestic and foreign journals for more than 2 million words. Poetry, novels, essays, poems, and lyrics have won gold and silver awards at the national and provincial levels, respectively. Many essays have been selected as local textbooks for municipal high schools. He is the author of three collections, all of which have won municipal and district government literary and artistic awards. Departments: Member of Shandong Writers Association, Member of Chinese Poetry Society, Member of Provincial Poetry Society, Deputy Secretary-General of Zibo Writers Association, Vice Chairman of Municipal Poetry Society, Vice Chairman of Municipal Young Writers Association, Vice President of District Poetry Society. He is currently the chairman of the Boshan District Writers Association. He is an outstanding individual in the 8th Zibo Literary and Art Circles. His creative achievements are included in the Dictionary of Writers of Shandong Province.
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