Memory of life
She said she had a skirt plot. She said she likes the red dress.
She does not belong to the kind of fashion people, however, every summer, she likes to buy a dress for himself, especially in the red dress. She bought year after year, year after year, to collate the wardrobe, year after year to not wear a skirt or throw or give it away. But, there is a dirt soil, the old pink dress children always the most visible position in the closet hanging. She said that this red dress will always be the protagonist of the wardrobe, as "that time" is always the protagonist of her memory.
She never had a sound body. However, at that time, she has a healthy home.
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Mother said, when she was just born, but also throws the little face powder, small arms and legs is dancing children. People passed: "is a girl, Nongmeidayan, pretty go again!" Mother and a look of pride. Because of a son, Mom wanted a girl, and now days as people would like, the happy mother ah! "We grew up dancing to!" Mother kissing little face said. When the mother is on the secondary school dance team.
Seventh day, she began to cry day and night. "Seven days of students toward the disease, fear is not right!" Grandmother holding her mother sat in the back of that bike to the hospital for a permanent bicycle when passing a trace of melancholy face. The doctor said that abdominal distension, to control the diet, her mother would not dare eat. In fact, do not have to control the mother, because she would not eat, but for the mouthful of milk mother squeeze into her mouth, I am afraid she would have starved to death. Because it would not suck, for six months when the mother had no milk. She said: "Give me, I'll take it. I really be her, can not survive to rely on her good luck."
In this way, pale and thin, she was dying grandmother back to the country, brought to a cooling off of the small river. A small farm in that narrow courtyard, grandmother to the default of generations used to drink a spoonful spoonful of porridge to feed children into her little mouth, her body also because of the default of sub-porridge and getting fatter up nourishment. She survived! However, she is not healthy, inexplicable pain made her cry day and night, day and night to coax her grandmother.
If winter comes, the night is already too much. Grandma has not slept, because she was still crying. Dim kerosene lamps to the main room to bring some of Xu Guangliang, grandmother to her feet hidden in the trousers waist, in the faint light in the pacing. Accompanied by an ancient lullaby, she finally fell asleep. But Grandma did not sleep down. Grandmother lying in bed half, Grandma can not sleep again, because as long as put her down, crying more than she would. Grandma was so half-lying, one is four years too.
Summer evening, my grandfather came back from the field call it a day, said Village of pediatric well-known south of the town, had her illness might be able to, how not to try? Grandpa said: "That'll try that tomorrow!" The next day, or bike, the chassis is tied to the little long pots, small pots on the usual support from the long umbrella, grandfather and took her to a doctor . In a small bowl Zhigu her long sweet sleep, how do you know how much of this road under the concave sub-grandfather, the number of climbing slopes, in order to prevent fire in the sun she was basking in, in order to find a shade that the number of abandoned wide road it?
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