Standing in the door of the home
You go to their hometown at the door, the door of years variegated keeper wallpaper, faded the scarlet paint the door, decay eclipse of the brand door eaves. Knock hand stop in midair, don't know should into or away. Of all the way that jumped out one, childhood pictures follow.
Our alley in court? The tall pagoda tree are still waiting for me after school to go home! The ancient wall anxiously waiting for my love letter! I closed my eyes. "ZhiYa" a sound, the door opened, across the high threshold, into, and then hung up, like get into a remote ancient dreams, that "ZhiYa" the sound like a came from ancient rhymes.
Fingers at the ancient wall, send out "bang bang" sound, as the piano keys that thick gentle sound blunt, the ancient wall, the face of the mottled lichen over, smooth added a little wrinkles. I am not, the ancient wall by the hand of the lichen is for my pen, write down the words of the painting thoughts. Remember my childhood, I laugh with you face wet, BanEr pagoda fall rustling, light yellow flower landed, I always love to pick up in the face of the old you stick.WＷw.Ｋao8.CＣ
Turned and turn off the court, and also in traditional alleyways, between grandma still see trance in peace under the tree, the sole, total felling the grandmother of sole touched the fragrance of the pagoda, total love wearing refused to take off. See mother in the house between trance looks, this is now the naughty in want to Eva and forget to go home! Father saw bent, will bucket into Wells, take on a full moon, then a rhythm to take into the house, this is the moon came to my house gate! Trance after school I see between the rainy day, wearing sandals jump in SLATE path, step by step or two...
Later, a paper sticks to the seals I look in the eyes, the village commands to the rumors the village, the old courtyard into commercial street.
Then grandma panic, full courtyard turns, but don't talk, as ZhiKe not find in between old life do the old yan, in ZhiKe cats-cradle in between. Lonely melancholy.
At that time the children also panic, lower the head to walk, the laughter of the former trance came, they never eat less than ancient garden art old man do sugar sugar birds. Never eat less than HuaiHuaGao it.
Then everything changed, the ancient town like a wipe the old lady of cosmetics, in times T stage work, but surprise letting a person does not rise. I shed tears, the court also shed tears, that across the yard creek rise quickly, the running not water, but the court of the tears! Drop two drops......
The laughter of the raging send, woke up my dream, I still stand in situ, standing at the door in their hometown, won't into, is not into, fear into. As afraid of looking at old photographs of the first love.
The ancient walls are still in here, in the courtyard hutongs old scholartree still there? Pale yellow blooms in fall?
Come on, come on, let's go, let's go, they will all childhood memory into a glass of wine, drink it, always intoxicated in harmonious happy picture; All good reality will lead HuaiHuaGao, hide in the mind, silently silent...... In at the moment of looking back suddenly, leaving the rustling light yellow HuaYing......
Turn around, looking back.
And then turn around and go away quietly, tears into poetry.