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Our distant youth

Chapter

many years later, when the board again, this small tribute Slope Cheong , standing on the sorrowful father's grave, withered grass, and he'll be thinking of his troubled life.

1974 年 November, a very ordinary day, the North wind whistling land covered with maple leaves, yellow leaves Hong Sasa, encrusted the way village hamlet of bluestone path. A gray day, very few non-life, occasionally a few tits moan all the way, flying over the vast fog. A winding drive with bluestone road leading to the quiet hamlet of Laoshan, the old small river on the foot of the mountains, thrown up the vast white mist, river reeds blowing in the wind rattled the shaking everything around silent. Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau and the solitude of a cool autumn be over, the next a cold winter.
in such a lonely, slightly cold day, nothing would matter if the things people in the home nest all day, staying at home and, therefore, hamlet in the past but also less noisy, dogs children have eyes closed, front mud nest in the heap, just wait for the unexpected approach of winter. Occasionally a remnant of the old bitch moan weak cry, even more silent the hamlet. Lane, full of sticks and dry leaves, most people do not want to clean in this day they let the rain and soaked them for soil, and then quietly melt into the yellow earth in the. Everyone always sitting at home beside the fire, watching the flickering flame of green carbon Ma Li, silent. Tung Tau Village narrow dirt road, and occasionally there is a felt hat of the old woman wore broken, withered hand in basket, out of breath, rickets in the body, staggered to walk toward the camp, stepping on the weak footsteps fall tree leaves, provoke bursts of barking.
This is a hamlet, population of less than a hundred people, surrounded by mountains, a beautiful, south, north, and west sides of the mountains, the annual growth of tall and luxuriant trees Weng; east sunny place, ahead in the far Wang, vast undulating hills. Old foot mountain, a raging river rapids, people call as waterfall,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], along the river there are many wild monkeys; river has many wild fish, is walled in agricultural people fishing, a good place to swim, every Chinese New Year festival, young and old people spontaneously rushed there, glowing bamboo raft, high spirits salvage, always a rewarding experience.
Walled bluestone on the western end of the small street, sitting with a pair of young men and women, are down earnest whisper, from time to time came the laughter. Young men dressed in black and white outer coat, wearing a linen cap, watching the young women talking about the clear eyes.

was three years ago, young and fit of ex-Gong Xiang just returned from seventeen years old, a time when youth, back home after a long absence, Gong Xiang can not tell a happy heart. Stayed at home two or three days, then the parents take the initiative to make up the mountain crafts, watching this childish off son, Gong Buxi old married couple how many distressed and sad, and after some discussion, decided to let his son home cooking, an old married couple then go out to do manual labor, morning to evening. Three years of extraordinary military career, a tribute to Raymond forging a powerful and physique and perseverance, veterans home, powerless, a sense of abjection on the heart attack, it is Biequ. He is always early and make things right for the meal, and then out of the courtyard, rely on pear trees in the courtyard mouth, overlooking the camp of people working hard inside and outside the farm scene, and my heart was very itch, longing Kangshang a hoe, took another life battlefield, struggling to give it a try. He broke off with the fingers bent and made a crisp sound, and scratched his head hair and sighed. Hamlet of mountain fields, weeding applied with manure everywhere men and women, from time to time came the labor of the song, the beautiful, the minor continued vigorous response; small river, ridge, cattle sheep bleating sound of rolling different moo . Xiang Gong at all this, is very envious, and he would like to integrate into the prosperity of this effect to a flood, he decided to go out at night to tell father and mother own labor determination.
the sun slowly goes down, afterglow shining on the mountains, a yellowish, at the sky, the sunset bright, if the West Lane District Council limp dance far and we hope for, if the moon bright; force and police it, burning If Fuqu the Green Wave. A minute later, the sky dark, sparsely Zhaili faint flashing lights, Gong Xiang, put the food table, the table their own expense, such as father and mother home for dinner. . A small low table, a black oily kerosene lamps, three bowls of sorghum and millet noodles, a bowl of vegetable soup light, because the table has been for many years, and take their food to the total quack loud creak. This is the best home cooking Xiang Gong, and weekdays, and the old couple to eat black-faced steamed vegetable soup, because the troops had just come back Gong Xiang, Gong Buxi not used for fear of his son, came early to the town market for a sorghum and millet rose three measures, in fact, which would not used it Xiang Gong? He always followed the father and mother, have gone hungry, it's a little bitter and considered what? 1959-1961, a time when the motherland difficult times, frequent natural disasters, intensified Sino-Soviet relations, the people living in poverty stricken, Xiang Gong was but a six-year-old child, day and night to dry up the mountain along with Gong Buxi couple live, burning his little arm burnt by the sun, when Gong Buxi both still young, the players also work, but it was all by God have the final say, is the harvest season, suddenly flash games , rain, good food to be alive to the tortured and the food is not enough food to eat throughout the year to a total of four for grain, not borrow much, but looked down upon by the people. Gong Buxi learned had never been seen sighing, moaning, then is slowly drawn on the pipe, which makes the fingers like a pipe-like yellowish dull, he wants all the frustration and weariness vent out through the pipe, he smoked not smoke, but the deep loneliness and frustration, he has already lost its original vitality of life, the previous day, the commune to labor, he always rush up front, whether it is planed to, weeding, he is the most positive one, is assigned to work points, but far enough aid to the poor house. Gong Xiang, eating a few hastily mouth, sipping the mouth soup, will no longer eat. Low light, only tried the soup Gong Buxi hear the sound of Xiang Gong on the lights dim jitter chopsticks looked at father and mother, listening to the voice of the bowl touch the chopsticks. Outside their own for many years, parents are so over it? He secretly asked. Lighting remains the same, graceful figure of old old couple Gongbu Xi, Gong Xiang had just noted, the parents old, Banbai the Shuangbin flickering lamp in the dry.

pick up meals at home now, how can you stand the torture of farm work.
, yes.

Gong Xiang, secretly excited, he knew his father agreed. Over the years, Gong Xiang's mother had been his father's decision to obey, without complaint, she also had to Wei voice agreed.
moonlit, no one looked quiet, but heard sound of water gurgling mountain stream. Gong Buxi old married couple already asleep, the sound from the epiphyseal husband. Xiang Gong is very excited, toss and turn, can not sleep, he walked quietly out of bed, the moonlight pouring through the small window to the cabin, the soft, quiet, Tian Ran. Xiang Gong moonlight, sitting bed, feet Jinga hoe handle, right hand holding a small sharp blade, repair tools from the workers to. At the moment, his heart surging, expect to go up the hill tomorrow, labor, he excited the whole body has to be tired, that he waved Hercules after the battlefield. After a while, hoe to shine blew visible. He got up and walked to the window, far from looking at the future he will be rushed to the battlefield, the passage of a picture into my mind: the high hill, a young lad raised his hoe, vigorous and effective manner headlong into the loess layer, but also doubled turn, a loess unfolded a piece of yellow dust thrown up. Guy smile, bathed in bright sunshine, feel the earth's baptism ......

about about appearing gray dawn. Gong Xiang rush to open the door, attend to wipe my face, hoe from handwritten on his shoulders, out of the hospital population, under the Xiao-Po, walking on the dirt road in the soil. Dawn and faint dirt road leading to the mountains to see the earth and sky at, glow bright, pouring large