I can not imagine my father deserted old house

 I can not imagine my father deserted old house will be the face of what the mood, for many years, I have been instinctively what to avoid, such as a voice, a story, or even a lie. Perhaps more beneficial to me to avoid, if not stubborn father often go back to the mountains, I almost did forget.

almost two decades, the brothers have completed  with honors, I am away from home is also logical that the village. The quaint old house became the name exudes the air forever. However, the actual old house my house is surrounded by mountains wholeness crowded with the five stone, with granite base of varying size and shape to the walls covered with weeds, peeling off a considerable period of time around the decline of breath, even in my leave it, as well as a similar escape from joy.

father's work has been transferred to the city now, his brothers prepared a large building, whether living area or the environment when compared with the old one is their filial piety, however, my father retired, time and again, the father still have to regularly back to the hill where the ruins despite the circulation time in the early return of the soil.

when the old one, like a stone base to the castle, you can not stick and can not break through, I hate some of the most growing areas. When high school, summer vacation means just a few hundred feet in the gut Red Hill Road, and at the end of the village, the bus is always tired and stuffed with twice to three times the luggage, like a snail crawling on the same winding mountain road, and I can only suffer in silence crowded. Perhaps it is because the outside world is too dazzling, perhaps as a youth in troubled times of the years, one being the desire, temptation, pride harassment Raiders of the city turns out that the desire of mountain water that filled his thoughts, old house plants and trees seems to have become the object of my escape.

Wolongquan course, I must admit is a good place for beautiful,UGGs, dense forests, while the old one is hidden deep in the valley the trees in the courtyard. Trees throughout the valley is the mountains, not a few households, if there is no wind, when, silently as if to hear his own heartbeat. Childhood I do not like the rugged mountain road, because the road between it and the school is too long, causing me to school every day and the cock from the same early, so I silently packed lunch boxes and bags walking in the gravel when the mother has a trailing faint shadow, whenever that time, I was gripped by a deep sense of guilt.

speaking father, bitter, eight years old when mother died, ten years old have to support a family, about these, my father never said, is the secret shared by members of my family. I have only briefly mentioned elders, to live, his father would have worked in the fields small, family ranked as the relationship between the rights of the father did not go to school,UGG boots clearanc, others walked to school, he knew he did not belong there. When he became the first village when highly educated people, who knew he was in the sheep when the shepherd boy to escape, and later how to sell its labor in the other place for themselves and for their own reading books. To be on this, I think my father more than I hate that some villages.

probably because the village is the father sent the children to the distant one, and now they even he took. I seem to see also the fragrance of peach and plum fruit trees, which was the father, an educator, the crystallization of decades of painstaking efforts. Father, said he saw the mountain tops, and my heart to bright.

perhaps because this relationship, the father stubbornly to his return to the mountains, do not know that he is looking back to pick up lonely childhood, or his thoughts on the old house of reality is superior to all pale into insignificance. Now I understand a little of a piece of land and the fate is not put into words, as the two septuagenarian uncle flew from Taiwan to the mainland every year, like, perhaps it is called Falling Leaves.

impression that my father has been left a lot of the puzzle, I think his behavior is not clear why the old and ordinary-phase split, originally he was to stay in the beautiful city of graduation, but he still chose to who abandoned his village,cheap UGG boots, although the village people that he has not the slightest warmth. Sometimes he is like a wire-bound ancient books, it is difficult Jiaoren read him. Cultural Revolution, he not only failed to sever relations and composition of poor maternal grandfather, also has been insisting on time to granaries of food aid to lead them, would rather call a few of us went hungry. Several classrooms full of posters also failed to back his stubbornness. He rarely spoke, and my kids are afraid to play with him, and I would say Grandpa likes to buy his father's favorite things, and sometimes buy things we do not call out names. Also called I do not know that he is willing to pay tuition for needy students, but also told us to send people sometimes give people tools vegetables. He did not think to buy exercise books for us when the mother is calculating how.

few years later, when my youngest brother has become one of the few students in the village when the publicity has not love but ran out of tens of miles outside the father invited a movie, buy the paper money and incense , hard pulling brothers took the letter of acceptance to the grave, serious and ordered them to kneel down to, like, like a real person and say a few words, looks very funny, but that moment, I suddenly felt a long history and has received on, or that have not been broken,Discount UGG boots, but suffered internal injuries, in need of rehabilitation time.

brothers school, and my father was very grand to send them, usually wrinkled his brow in the crowded platform, instantaneous stretch, the first time ever, the eyes are wet saw his father, my father had also tears. I can not find comfort in the topic, just a silent spectator.

In fact, in my father's village fled many years, I realized I like the movement of migratory birds in the city and the mountains, I do not know what I'm trying to avoid or pursue, just as his father never to leave the old one really, I did not really enter the city. Sometimes the bird population as the seed, once dropped to a place take root, many things can no longer be changed, and this is fate.

grandfather passed away after the third anniversary of a sudden I realized that would not go back to old one, and that moment I suddenly remember past lives as the afterlife, opened on the hillside and the beautiful piece of pink shop SJ Hong gravel over, we play in the swimming pond, and back when cutting wood under the Tang and Song ......

the original village is happy childhood, I see but late. I sometimes think, so when I am old to go? Unfortunately, there are road slammed in my generation's disconnected. Old house became the place to send the dream phase, we have not go back, only to find some excuse to return to his father's village, go in front of the old house stood, surrounded by a hundred poplar tree.