Dragon dragon, Dragon dragon ...... And echoed in my dream.

Dragon dragon, Dragon dragon ...... Every time the thick screen of the Shadow spreads to the barren Loess Plateau, a small-legged old lady glances down the road with one eye, accompanied by a long, thick voice-Long Dragon ...... From the east to west.

Today, the voice has been eliminated in the village, and in the dark sky. The old lady with a small foot has been resting in the ground.

When I was a child, I had a hard time at home and could not afford a drive. I often went to my friend's house to watch VCD and went home very late. My grandmother was not at ease with me. She was afraid that I would be afraid of the dark night or the cold. She always shouted for me with her clothes. Every time she shouted, all the dogs in the village were screaming, and the whole village in the dark was broken by the shouts of her grandmother and the bark of the dog. It had been a long time in the sky. I was bored with her call and pretended not to hear it. I have returned home several times, but she has not returned.

My grandmother has been dead for eight years, and my debt has continued so far.

In the spring of my third year, the wheat seedlings were exceptionally rich and the earth was full of green and green. The spring breeze blew over the wheat field. The wheat ears waited for a while and looked up for a while, followed by a wave, like a graceful girl, dancing with a fresh green skirt in the wind, to lure passers-by to stop and look out. Sometimes I really want to hug her and sniff her deeply. I want to see her ups and downs, and wait until the sky is dark, and the road is dead.

One afternoon, when I came home from school, my mother said with a bitter face: My grandmother suffered a stroke. I couldn't wait to jump into the house, and saw her lying in the middle and breathing, as if her throat was stuck with a corn rod, which made her uncomfortable. His face is like a piece of yellow wax paper attached to his skull, his eyes closed. I watched the bottle's turbid liquid drop into her blood. I always think it will be good in a few days. It is not a matter of fact.

The next day, after school in the afternoon, my mother asked me to wash my grandmother's dirty clothes. I said: If I have so many homework, how long can I take the test. Mom replied: Your grandmother hurts you the most, and you can enjoy whatever you like. I think it's unreasonable, so I went to another house to do my homework. I didn't even go into my grandmother's house, and finally my brother washed my grandmother's dirty clothes with urine.

On the third day, I went home from school at noon and saw my father, big dad, and aunt all come back from other places. In my heart, I was still mutating. When I entered the room, I saw my grandmother had been moved to a wooden board on the bench. It was like a thick piece of wood that had been swollen by the rain for a long time. The white hair is like fake hair, and the hair is neatly combed. The hair tray is behind the head, and the whole body is put on a bloated clothes. Dad said: You have a sigh of relief! After swallowing for several times, I will wait for you to come back and say a few words to your grandmother? I stood quietly in the Shuai Kang disinfection cabinet, as if the whole air was frozen, frozen at that moment. My father pulled my grandmother's hand together with my hand, so I consciously held her cold and dry hand tightly. She said: Grandma, I will definitely study hard. The two lines of tears quietly flow to the cheek. In Russia, the doctor said, "If you leave, prepare for the future. Dad covered her qingting cheek with a blank sheet of paper, covering her miserable life.

I don't remember what happened in the afternoon. I only remember that when I got married that night, the adults were busy preparing for my grandmother. My younger brother quietly weeping in the courtyard. My sister cried in front of the lingtang, and the sound was as tight as one. The sound was enough to shake the sky. I stared at it at a loss, and the wood stood like a pillar in the courtyard. After a while, I walked out of the yard and walked to the wheat field 300 or 400 away from the yard. The whole body was stiff and covered in it, and my eyes looked at the dark and far-reaching night sky, A few children in the night sky blinked at the dome without any scruples. Lie down and think: Grandma will disappear forever! In the future, no one will give me pocket money. When I make a mistake, no one will protect me when my grandfather and mother scold me ...... Two lines of tears rolled down, invading the blood of the seedlings, I can hear the hunger of the wheat stalk is cool and suck my tears. That night, I don't know how long I cried; I don't know when it was around. The familiar sound from the dark night of the empty holes brought me back to my home-Long Dragon, go home.

After a few days of school, when I step into my grandmother's house, I always feel that my grandmother is by my side, or when I go to my neighbor's house, I will be back soon.

Now let's think about it. A person with only half a breath had to swallow for several hours to see my last side. I don't even want to wash her dirty clothes.

II

My grandmother was born in the Age of China's suffering. She was slapped from her feet, and her feet were squashed in different depth, like a slogan that has been cut down with an ax, and his feet have a round bone like a monk's yarn. It's funny to walk the little step like a penguin.

Maybe her feet are doomed to her miserable life.

When I remember myself, my grandmother separated from my grandfather and generally did not go into my grandfather's house. Sometimes, before going to bed, I would be curious to ask, Grandma, what is your blind eye? Grandma suddenly said, "If it's not an old thing, I will not talk about it any more. My grandfather's temper is very bad and impermanence. When I was six or seven years old, I was so greedy that I didn't know what happened. My grandfather chased me in the courtyard and beat me with a stick, my grandmother stood up and defended my frame. My grandfather beat me several times and her legs swollen for several days. Sometimes, she also takes the initiative to tell the story of the long time while smoking a pot. When she was six or seven years old, she started to pull her uncle while doing farm work. She was not busy for a day and was often beaten by her father. She said that the most happy thing every year is sacon: Cut your own honey paste, the yellow cancan honey paste, cut several barrels. In addition to selling money, the rest is distributed to them. Every time she eats too much, she will get upset. At the age of seventeen or eight, Grandpa married her with a few bags of wheat. The next year, I gave birth to a son who was almost two years old. unexpectedly, the whole country suffered a great famine, and the yarn bark in the village was wiped out, and the grass roots were dug up, there is a miserable scene everywhere. No food, milk is insufficient, so the son will starve to death on the shard. It would be nice to be able to survive. Every time my grandmother talked about it, she had to suck a few smokepots deeply, ah! Long sigh into meditation, it looks like an old ox lying in the circle with a piece of grass, think back to the past of life. The smoke pot was wiped out, and then the smoke from her mouth rose slowly, and her thoughts floated along to that age, maybe she wants to hide the child's tender face.

Sometimes lying in the middle, she will also write for me, flip my textbooks, I still don't know at that time, grandma has not been to learn, maybe think that literacy is a very holy thing, I am very excited about the school.

When I write on a notebook, she will also say: I have been studying for four days, I learned a few words, and I will show it to you. In the dark room, the old and yellow lights were shining, and she took my left hand (my right hand was disabled) and wrote with her fingers in my palm: Wang (her surname ), next, I, II, III, and IV. In my memory, she only seems to have these pitiful words. After writing, her look is always a sense of pride and joy. Then let's go and eat a smokepot. Sometimes I will impatiently say: Grandma, I will also have something to write about. Sometimes, she will also pick up my textbook with her own eyes that were a little bit of vision, and she will almost paste it in the book to watch it. In the gap, she will get it to me and ask: Long, do you think the kitchen and bathroom picture is an old man and a child? Is it a monkey ...... The actual image. Every time I look at it all the way, I will not read it for a while, saying: Yes.

On the first day, at noon, the teacher left me for homework without money. Grandma bent her weak body, with a cane, and stumbled to the school to send me lunch. At that time, my homework had been completed. Grandma said: you have taken me around on your campus and you have not seen it yet. As soon as I saw the body bent by the accumulation of years, she walked like a goat with a swollen milk, and it was ugly. Other students would laugh at it. I said, grandma, hurry up. She looked surprised and recovered to normal and said, "I will pay you five more yuan to buy instant noodles.

Now think about how ignorant it was.

It may be because of my right hand's disability. You love me very much and always allow me to be childish and selfish. But I don't know how many times your heart gets cooler, and how many tears have been wiped in the corner of my ignorance.

I don't know what kind of cabinet is left for my grandmother, except for the child-child model. In my memory, she hasn't been out of our zone, and she hasn't seen a plane, I have never seen a train ......

Long, long ...... And echoed in my dream.

Dragon dragon, Dragon dragon ...... And echoed in my dream.