Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The river in my hometown

Hometown for me, seems to be a very vague word from ten years old, because dad working reason, move away from home, nearly 20 years never that back the place where I was born. Until dad died, back to returned again, burying the strange, strange eyeful villages, unfamiliar faces, the only let a person feel familiar and those who make a person enchanted is QinLin hold hands, that couldn't help shaking hands, and palm lets a person can't help coming from warm tears flow, this is my hometown, the place where I was born, my QinLin... Behind memory village is a small river...mbt unono black men's sandals 
Mother said: in my third year old of that year summer, dad would often take my brother and I play water in the river and saw, absentminded past, between a crack MeiXinMeiFei with their mouths open, happy little girl, in the father's supported the joy in the river, and play MeiShao is full of the corners of dad smile...
Remember to always like youth mother say "want to the river to wash clothes" take one or two pieces clothes, the clothes down a tin, get a steamed bread, scurrying to run toward the river. Will steamed bread into with a rope tin, strapped on, on the bottle in more, that your aquatic drilling the fish always wait in bottle, after coming home will raise a small basin, remember mom a face of spoiled rather smile, now to come, children those from think clever little trick of how to hide the eyes of mother! But is not looking at children happy pretend nonsense of flower it!mbt habari birch women's sandals
The stream is always clean clear, the riverbed stones have been fashioned into without edges, without horn just trample on the pebbles, slippery, continuous itch, but in the gentle, appearing refreshing aquatic soft light bleaching, fisher times around the foot light, the now silent suck you wanted, that the temperature of the water could direct words.
Memory comes when you least expect them to stir into heart, a pool, mood, and ripples is always not stay, time past ultimately become the past.

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