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Yeyu seems to be coming down. The yard also became quiet. The children lie side by side, facing each other, snoring. The black wheels were racing in the courtyard.
Many of the trees that my mother planted were crooked, and the shape of their arbitrary dumping could be clearly recognized at night. At night, they are black fairy tales. It is a dark flower that is luxuriant and stagnant and cannot be copied. During the day, I stood under the almost untidy branches and counted the apples on the tree. Also ask them: Does it look like me?
Like me everywhere. Everything in this family is like me.
They were sweating in the hot and humid afternoon. Or ran over with the sound of thumping footsteps, just asking: Auntie, what are you doing. I am daydreaming. They laughed. They surround me like rain that accidentally escaped from the sky. They left their small bicycles and ran with me to the wild to find fireflies. We held our chubby belly, raced and screamed on the trails. A blade of grass poured all our curiosity. The ancestors in this family, with their grievances, unsatisfactory affection, unsatisfactory, ups and downs and plainness, were buried not far away from the grass. Our joy, and their lightening silence, complement each other.
Mom, for a moment, the three of us were silent. When the three of us stood in the middle of the path, we didn't know if we were going to continue running forward or return home. Those plants towered into the clouds, blocking the only turn, and we couldn't see the eaves of our house. In an instant, we hugged each other tightly. How brave we trust and love each other in a dazed and lonely life. At this time, night fell, and all the insects began to scream from the depths of my childhood. If I close my eyes at that time, tears will overflow my eye sockets. I think that in the future, they will inevitably lead me on this path hidden away from time. Even though my homeland has long been deserted. Mom, they are leading us home tonight. My two little beauties, my partners, we hold hands tightly. This is our first trek. We like each other, miss each other, love each other. One of them is about to be 7 years old. One is about to be 4 years old.
I want to take them away, father. This huge and abundant courtyard can't hold me either. I want to take them away. Take away my two little beauties, my sister, and my mother. The father will sit under the persimmon tree in the old afternoon, waiting for us to go home.
He is dull and easy to compromise, pushing away from me and taking me again and again, and accusing me time and time again to forgive me. That little warmth, love, and games are still with me. Sometimes, a person's life is to leave him and return to him. The life of the pendulum. How sturdy and reliable.
How I want to stand by your side, when I want to stand far from you opposite. I can't describe you. Even if it's anything. Whenever I look at you, I cry aggrievedly, and turn around thinking about it. I can't bear to look at you. I would like to stand in the palm of your hand all my life. You can take what you gave me. _________________________________________________________________________
But mother, look, now the moon is out. Without saying a word, the yellow wood is hanging in the sky on the west side.
Attachment: "to be by your side" lyrics.
Across the oceans Across the seas, Over forests of blackened trees.
Through valleys so still we dare not breathe, To be by your side.
Over the shifting desert plains, Across mountains all in flames.
Through howling winds and driving rains, To be by your side.
Every mile and every year for every one a little tear.
I cannot explain this, Dear, I will not even try.
Into the night as the stars collide,
Across the borders that divide forests of stone standing petrified,
To be by your side.
Every mile and every year, For every one a single tear .
I cannot explain this, Dear, I will not even try.
For I know one thing, Love comes on a wing.
For tonight I will be by your side. But tomorrow I will fly.
From the deepest ocean To the highest peak,
Through the frontiers of your sleep.
Into the valley where we dare not speak, To be by your side.
Across the endless wilderness where all the beasts bow down their heads.
Darling I will never rest till I am by your side.
Every mile and every year, Time and Distance disappear I cannot explain this.
Dear No, I will not even try.
For I know just one thing, Love comes on a wing and tonight I will be by your side.
But tomorrow I will fly away, Love rises with the day and tonight I may be by your side.
But tomorrow I will fly, Tomorrow I will fly, Tomorrow I will fly.
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