The bamboo dragonfly of that year

Regarding man is gray, white dew for frost. That year, when you are a month white clothes gently walk, my time has stalled in that year, the day, the water of the Mekong, Iraqis in the water side.

I see you, silk shirts wrapped in exquisite, the eyes of the gurgling glide across the eye, blue water to sit like a lotuses, elegant bloom. At that moment, there is a kind of poetry through the ancient rhyme from your side slipped, in my eyes fell. Only a moment, then feel the time and space has been reversed for thousands of years, as if to see a poem from the Tang and song words came to the woman, low eyebrow nodded, shallow laugh at me. Watch the eyes of the time through the fence, and the fate of the flowers blooming in that you have autumn ...

A bamboo dragonfly, a rare memory.

You said: Like the bamboo dragonfly, because when it flew to the sky that moment, you seem to see the flowers of hope, you also said, bamboo Dragonfly is from the song word out of the memory, the light of the red crisp hand, the thin wing of the night breeze in the dense miss. At that time, I also always be a quiet listener, listening to your story and the Bamboo Dragonfly memory.

A

Once at the foot of the mountain there is a beautiful village, where the people live a Sunrise day, the day without interest in life, although not rich, but full. Every morning can walk in the clear dew, smell the fragrance of wild flowers to see the sunrise, but also with the sunset under the afterglow of the clouds of smoke around the mountainside and the mountain, where the sky blue, where the people pristine pure like the blue sky.

There are two families in this village, each with a lovely child. The boy is called the tree, the girl is called Xuan. They grew up together, and with the mud, singing folk songs, picking the fiery red Shanguo spent one after another spring and autumn. Leisure time once in the Mountain Creek touched the fish and shrimp, also with the afternoon lead the dog run across the hillside, that time, once happy and rich in the light of life, it is their most beautiful childhood.

At that time the village children are playing bamboo dragonfly, Xuan's father made two bamboo dragonflies to the two children. Hill front slope, how many times the hands gently a twist, bamboo dragonfly flew on the day, their faces also reflected open flowers. That is their favorite toy, they are infatuated with the secret of bamboo dragonfly flying, they are amazed at two thin pieces of wood, in the role of spinning force can fly high. At that time, they always make a pious vow: out of the mountains, to see the more wonderful outside the blue sky.

Later, the tree was admitted to the university, finally have the wish to see the outside world, but Xuan but failed, can only continue to stay in the mountains to do a village teacher. Parting, the tree made a bamboo dragonfly, sent to the Xuan. said: "Whenever you want me, please fly bamboo dragonfly, I can feel in a faraway land." She nodded, tears in the eyes of the full and desolate.

Two

The tree went to the city to read the university, with the thirst for knowledge Han out of the mountains. In his eyes everything is so strange, strange city, strange people, unfamiliar living environment and habits, are not as natural as in the countryside. Fortunately, his adaptability, and the help of his classmates, he quickly adapted to the city's life, but when the dead of night, that part of the deep memory of the mountain more and more dense, because there is a girl, in the water of the Mekong constantly watch ... It was his root, the home of his soul. Whenever I think of these, he also always put that thick yearning into a thirst for knowledge, and during this period, he has increasingly attracted the eyes of girls.

Lin is the table of the tree, but also the school of Chinese professor's daughter, she looks beautiful, more heavy is able to write an article of the United States, but it is difficult to learn mathematics. At this time, the tree always help her solve a problem after another, and her way to repay is to read her article. At that time, the harmony between them like a couple, only the tree itself does not feel, because in his heart there is a xuan waiting.

Three

The time has passed, the blink of an eye is three years. In the mountains for three years as a country teacher, became the children's favorite sister and friends. She not only teaches them knowledge, but also teaches them to fly their dreams. Bamboo dragonfly, that can give the dream to plug the wings of toys, but also enrich the children's yearning. She taught them to make bamboo dragonflies and told them about the wonderful times of their childhood. Children in her care under the happiness of growth, the child also in her love, learned to love others.

In the twinkling of an eye tree to the last year of the university, busy writing graduation thesis, defense, busy the assignment of future work. He has made a decision to return to his hometown as a village teacher, because he is the watch of his life, the mountain is the root of his life. Xuan also in the country to abide by the promise, persistent waiting and the reunion of the tree ...

Four

The conditions of the mountain is hard, and in life and neglect to take care of themselves, time long, only feel the chest faint pain, she did not mind, not to the parents mentioned. Only occasionally in class, the child will see the beads of sweat because of pain and constantly dripping. At that time, the children who are sensible are becoming more and more pity. Often at this time, Xuan always tears, endure the pain continue her teaching. She often said to the children: "You, is my life's greatest concern and need to fly the dream."

Then the pain intensified, a lesson do not know how many times, the children secretly to the situation told the Xuan's parents. They hurried to the city for an examination. Under the parents ' persecution, she left the children for a while to check the body. But this went, but it was a bolt from the blue, she had liver cancer, but also late. At that moment, her legs were no longer in her stride, her tears flowing into the river. Not reconciled, oneself still so young, life is just beginning, her children need her, the tree needs her, her parents need her. But who can contend with fate? Helpless, she put away all the pain, resolutely go home, pretending that everything has not happened the same as the rest of her life. Because, she wants to give the children flying dream and hope, because, the mountain is the root of her life.

When she returned home, she was more diligent than she was, and she was full of love for her children. She is more filial to her parents, because soon after the day, she will be attributed to the silence into dust. She was more indifferent to the tree, because she did not want to turn his hopes into despair.

Four

Blink of an eye is half-load, the tree to the graduation season, Xuan's disease has entered the mortally, but the tree does not know it. The tree with full of knowledge and the yearning for Xuan back home, back to those filled with memories and dreams of the place. He went to school to find her, he wanted to tell her about the four years of missing, he wants to fly with her bamboo dragonflies, and their future dreams ...

He went to school to find her, no trace, he ran to the place where they often go to play bamboo dragonflies to find her, nor. Because they have promised each other: if one day can not find each other, please go to those who left the deepest memories of the place to find each other, but still no. He went crazy looking everywhere they had left footprints, lost all the way, without hope.

With tired legs back home, parents ' words like thunder in the head exploding, he went crazy like the house, he heard the crying inside the house, saw that year he sent her bamboo dragonfly ...

When the time is like water, when the trajectory of life constantly draw a circle, he only remember her original appearance.

PostScript: Always like the Belle Blue product teacher of this group of photographic work, also has been wanted to give this group of works to make a story, today, but did not want to put that girl to write a tragic fate. Perhaps, my story is not the original intention of the teacher, but also hope that all the people who have read my story do not have the right to be.

The bamboo dragonfly of that year