Wang Shu

(2007-12-03 15:20:16) Wang Zirui essays

miss that many were extremely peppery in summer, loud cicadas, the world with a dazzling white light and transpiration the merging of heat. However, I own a chilly, rotating fans earlier is whining, then there will be some rumbling of the climate conditioning. Quiet summer, only the sound action of the machine. That is the congratulating of their parents, the banquet day of indulge.

Rishangsangan journal sleep, wake up, there must be a note on the table, the pressure in a massive glass of boiled water underneath. When I was smaller, is the mother's writing, growing up a little,GHD Carry Case & Heat Mat, the mother gradually let work, only my sentimental dad, still a few annuals like a day in his little mouse-like write an well-spoken, It’s about time:

mao:

face after obtaining up, drinking, brushing teeth, restroom (this 1 by the beginning is always the same, for whether without He cautioned me apt forget to render service to the restroom), their breakfast buns ashore the table (or bread, or dumpling, etc.), apples (alternatively oranges or grapes, etc.), After cautious assignment, see less television, do no Wanwusangzhi, consume of period. What would you like to cry the bureau (working parents living in a big yard, office and family from just 3 minutes). To be loyal.

father
x month x day

right close the distance even so, a few hours separately, and my father must leave a note to me, even now the content can be every daytime the same as the format of the compact, only to replace the underlined words in, he was still taken the distress to write. Behind every word that is how the infinite fondle it?

babies have slept since, and leisurely wash up water to dine, take a see at the children's a.m. show job as ten minutes, an hour to look the novel, like a mouse across a short when East West Drilling channeling to find snack food, amuse in the drawing a picture, and training a brush or a hard brush the word, playing the piano, blink of an eye in the a.m. to before. This process, yet likewise a call to my father: I absence to buy someone, what do you not eat? I have infantry on the arena like a big, did not hesitate to refer to this road that, to quote a string of words . Sometimes I have enough because his wordy, impatiently replied: Nothing, do not ambition to eat. If there is a mini to please: do not eat it? Eat eat tofu? Xiangyue eat do not eat steak? ... A kind of choice replies are given. At the end, is sweet to sit back, lazy.

and her mama, is my cardinal justice. My paintings, my words, my piano, my writing, merely care about her a remark.

That is not the employer to a subordinate of the premier assessment of Mody. Although there is no distinction among the detriment of critique, but there is a serious psychological burden. The easy days of growth, these two characters are my everything. All the emotions just get busy them, and their appraisal, their blame, their applause, their punishment ... I'm in such a small world, childish emotions. Until now, whereas rebellious, but I am still adhering to only the views of most care about their parents. Parents do not get acknowledged, I can not feel happy. Even if done, is rue with the.

Now the distance is 12 hours by train or 1 hour flight + 2 hour train excursion was cleared, no longer able to get 3 minutes loitering, reserve getting up after no more sweltering the cover of the hot buns in the pan, drilled out bleary-eyed from mattress, the chamber is a muff. Casually wrapped a clothes, rolling the jaws, face touch of ran out. Against the father told the Work is not weary, busy, but I felt tired, early out, daytime and came back. 24-hour half are outdoor. I understand,

father not the mother, unavoidably can chat with me for several hours. Has the impression, the father erratic temper, periodically violent, frequently called me howl, occasionally calm, docile and obedient to me. He ambition never memorize what classes I do not memorize what I read professional; left home, each call back, answer the call if it is my father, he now transferred to the mother, if mother was out,Cough soup (with kid must enter apt pilfer !, he sent me a few words even do not say bye, they hang up. Hear the beep of the busy tone, I was very a savor. But the way he secondhand to. Because he did not use language to express the sensibilities of the human, do not communicate with me directly, but the situation crystal clear to me ---- my mother would acquaint him, and he also did not material if I think regardless, in truth, he remembers.

recently, to call home, my father is no longer rush to hang up, but began to ramble on with my speak ten minutes, instead of the previous commentary about face without any explanation, but warm and homely in short. He heard the voice after the TV, pantry pressure cooker beating activity, the maximum important is his father's tone of calm and even some fun, and I mesmerized, into a soft warm feeling suit, mantled my full up and float. ---- As if to leave the house, I really felt the

Spring Festival, invited my father to Shenzhen. Irritable thought he would refuse,Mr Song - emergency has even now bottomed out lull equitable one illusion, but he came. In the train station to pick him, was expecting to see a complained Mamalielie face, but I see the smiling eyes narrowed, straight white teeth exposed face. Nagging thought that he would abuse me ten days, but he has been meek, elated to attach me everywhere. The night before he came to, my calculator was stolen, thought he would be angry, but he instead solaced me. I thought my father would pick and choose to buy a new house, dismissive, but he like them very many, but also vaguely revealed the meaning of old age to come. These pushes are so I'm flattered. I do not know what the father persona, permanence, calm down. I adore the way dad, you can communicate with my dad, you can kindly, patiently listening to me dad. My knowing is that my father really old, there is no exertion to temper.

finally went to the departure time. I sent the 2 antique stations, due to extravagant stream of people, not the sale of platform tickets. I had watched them at the ticket door. Wicket over there, and my father rushed ahead to catch Tizhuohangli, mother standing in endless flows of stairs, across the railing helplessly looked at me, paused, then lifted the pace of revitalization, I know She told me to have much to, but do not know to pick that one about, how is the lack of time. Reminder in front of my father,True to the avenue laughing , fast- D into to disc, my mother, like the last, like children, go. I know her heart, like me, sorrowful, sad, anxious, thousands of mixed feelings sink together, can not smile at this parting. I know, dad gone so hasty, that he has always been restrained feeling statement. I rotated approximately, tears have reached its full meaning.

home, but before leaving residues of the parents fragrant fried meals. They appear to also see the figure constantly busy, and I limp on the sofa, do not want to turn on the lights, do not want to hear any sound, do not want to see this empty desolation.

on the table, there is a writing. Finally, they saw the

is the father ahead leaving to jot the letter.



detest such a sudden some sensational,