Friday, June 10, 2011

cold reveals a cold

Two of life. Hundred and ends empty. But the real live to hundred. Not necessary, Thailand, like when the Sun left to soon, the snow closed the road early to. makes the village the villagers can not go out, only to stay with relatives around, silently through the winter. cold reveals a cold. between the tender to roar, it seems to take away one after another to the end of life, to take them. sent to the spring, are like reincarnation. This year's winter. it seems than in previous years, but also a lot of cold, mixed with snow in the wind, especially in the night, even more biting, simple houses, the fire pit hot if not rise, would be that wind through the ice. in the village, the western end of the houses within a mass of flames reflected from the windows. with a hint of warmth, but rapidly falling snow in this cold night, appeared to be so insignificant. wind wailing. constantly on the prowl. deep layer of snow on the ground, which is to form a circle wind vortex. hang tracts of snow. in the village livestock. is rolled body, slightly trembling, against the cold wind in revealing meaning. the sky above. a dark, only that many of falling snow. people look at a long time inevitably have a sense of lost. Ping sitting in a chair, holding knife, knife, knife, carved a trace of his life at the end of Remembrance. he carved, they are still his father, but his father's face, the more the old. This year, Wang Ping, often in a dream, will return to childhood, remember to drink a bitter concoction that when the bowls of the kind of feeling. then bitter, and now looking back, it is somewhat sweet, This is sweet, not taste, but warm. Green should sit next to. looking at the Ping, tenderness in the eyes, revealing a trace of sadness. gust of cold wind whistling. came from the outside, like you want into the. take it in Ping the end. side, there is a large wooden shelves soldiers, on which, placed hundreds of statues, each one is Wang Lin! some of them next to the statue, the statue will stand a child, the child's face , and filled with a satisfied smile, holding his father's hand, showing an attachment to the feeling.

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