Remember my uncle

My uncle

Author | Gao Jianhong

Uncle good wine often drunk

Spring under the date trees

My cousin and I peeled a dustpan of rice grains

Yellow and clear, permeated with the fragrance of autumn

They will be turned into fragrant pancakes by the yumen tomorrow

Fill the stomach of a family

"I'll kill you bastard"

The uncle was drunk

Kicked over our bud grains of rice

Grandma's stick struggled to hold on her uncle

My cousin and I were so frightened that we ran away without a trace

Spring Festival visits

The guests sat in a room

After a little drunkenness

The uncle stretched his hands and feet

Sing in a loud voice

One move at a time

I like my uncle who drinks and sings

The uncle who was immersed in the drama temporarily forgot the weight of life

I found the original joy of life

The uncle who sells sugar gourds shouts outside the walls of the grandmother's yard

The fifth aunt said that she had no money to buy it

My eyeballs stuck to the sugar gourd and couldn't take them off

And then the thing is —.

I held a string of sugar gourds in one hand

Holding his uncle's windmill in one hand

Run in the spring wind

Grandma's gate

Uncle was wearing greasy ragged clothes

Smiling

Watch me run away

The two fires I was holding

Dyed red that spring of that year

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Gao Jianhong, Linqu Hongye Education Tutor.