Gymphal
Text / Liu Zhongquan
Oyster, commonly known as reed, also known as aloe. Its fertility is very strong, it prefers the pondside by the stream, especially the swamp mud pond. In spring, young shoots are jade; In the middle of summer, the color is as blue as a tent. Its magnificence in late autumn, its ears are like whisks, white as frost, under the breeze, one after another, the view is fascinating.
In my hometown, there is a pond next to a road leading to my grandmother's mother's home, Wu Tingkai, and in the nearly forty years since I have been away from my hometown, the water that used to be as clean as a mirror has been crowded with dense reeds at some time.
Speaking of this pond, it is my sad place as a child, and it is also my mourning field today. Because my deceased second brother drowned here. His scientific name was Liu Zhongwu, and his milk name was Chongxin, when he was less than ten years old, and died one hot summer when he accidentally slipped into the water because he was thirsty to drink water from the pond. At that time, I was very young, and I only vaguely remember the recovery of his body and his mourning, and the countless paper boats placed in the pond water to express the mourning of my grandmother and parents, to surpass his eternal virginity and immortal soul.
With this piety, on the days when I leave my hometown, as long as I return to my hometown, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, or wind or rain, I will go to this pond to pay my respects, only in this way can I entrust the infinite sorrow in my heart, with silent tears, to thank him for his dedicated care for me as a child, and even use his only knowledge to teach me culture.
Now, more than half a century later, the pond that holds the unfortunate memories of my childhood is still there. The difference is that the pond that used to be glittering is covered with reeds in full swing, and in autumn, its white clamour is displayed! This is the immortal soul of my second brother, who stood on top of the white clouds and dedicated it to his relatives with the etiquette of Tibetan compatriots, including me, the "hada" who used to be his little retinue!
"White dew is frost. The so-called Yi people are on the water side. ”
Isn't the so-called Yiren my deceased second brother? No, he never left! He used his virginity to turn into this pond full of claws year after year, and to repay the landscape that was once born in Si and raised in Si!
"This is the day of the four seas as home, so Xiao Xiao Lu Diqiu." It's to think.
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