My mother may have understood that when her life was over, maybe only a short period of time can be recalled.

That is, I went to the field with me to catch the time of the unknown little worms.

My mother’s illness is very tortured. It is the kind of illness that can make people feel itchy.

Staying in a cool place, there is or not letting the anger in my heart make that itchy attack. The more itchy, the more painful.

That's why I can have such a relatively comfortable time. Yes, I enjoy her more than my mother who came to the countryside to treat the disease, because I can finally leave that small yard, and the yard carrys my nightmare.

Maybe it was an endless nightmare, so I wanted to escape.

When I really escaped, I could really feel a little breeze, a little family affection, a little bit of tranquility from my heart.

The wind in the field blows my hair, those weeds that can't be named stroke my waist branches, and those animals I have never seen have passed by one by one, with a strong rustic atmosphere,

I ca n’t feel the empty loneliness in that yard.

I can deal with those farmers every day. The grunting sound of their mouthful and snoring is always different from my father, or in other words, my father never sakes, and never drinks a cup of drinking.

When hot wine laughed, I always watched those farmers and women who laughed from the heart.

I asked them, why can you laugh so happy to work all day? Don't you be tired if you are not tired?

They think this problem is very interesting, or long -term helplessness, or I think I am really a child, a lady wearing gorgeous clothes, not a daughter of a real farmer, so they can still laugh and tell me

Then, then

Of course, it will be tired, Miss, but where is the world more happy to drink a pot of wine after making a pot of wine?

I felt very reasonable at the time, but now I don't think so much, or in the future, I should not have so much truth.

Because if they have seen the wine collected in my house, or even when the wine glass has reached a glass of wine that has been treasured for a century, they may no longer feel that they can use the food grown in the food grown in their own farmland or small or small

Several gold coins sold in the store have a taste.

But after all, they haven't seen it much after all, so those wines near you are delicious, and you can only taste that kind of taste, but after all, I don’t know how to drink and drink any wine, but my father treasures it.

Jiu, probably, maybe, or really better than those wines with a few gold coins.

Even if my father's wine was dripped, it should be enough for a farmer for a year.

This should also be the reason why the wine is interesting.

But after all, it is difficult for me to see the farmers in the field to taste the wine that my father treasured, and it is difficult to see that my father would say to the farmer's wine: "Look! Wine on earth! ·"

Every day I came to the field seems to be as delicious as wine.

I grab the frogs in the field, grab the big fish in the field, and run with the dogs who are raised.

There are so many more.

Or, what I do is far more crazy than this: I tie up my pants to cover my skirt, I pull up the sleeves of my skirt, I grabbing me from a young sister -in -law in my hand, I am like

It is a real farmer's daughter running in the field. I am crazy like a child. You never think of it. I can still be treated as a child.

The old people who resting in the field lame up and laughed at me, and smiled kindly. The adults who worked in the field laughed at me.

I am stupid.

I always play with a mud, I don’t know what I am playing, or what the meaning is to catch the fish. I don’t know what the meaning does it mean by crossing those soil dams.

What are the rewards for those dogs.

But I always smile happily. I don't know why I am happy. Maybe because I am indeed a child, so I always laugh like children when doing these things.

I have everything that others may not, but I think they also have everything I don't have, but we have no way to compare, because this is just my word. I know that many people want to replace my father’s position, and many people also also

Want to replace my seat.

Yes, a daughter of a concubine will also be replaced by the Fa, because the daughter of my father seems to have everything.

I don't know if I can have it, but I never have it.

During that time, I met big dogs and two dogs. The big dog was a dog, and the two dogs were a little boy.

When two dogs need to follow his peasant's father to work, they cannot accompany me to run in the field. Big dogs have become my playmate, but big dogs are not the alternative of the two dogs, because the big dog obviously wants to be obviously going to

I will get closer to me than the second dog.

It is a yellow flower dog, a piece of black spots on its right eye, and his small tail with a yellow -bottom white side.

The size of the big dog is not very large, the small one, always around me, I will gently stroke its small tail, and the dog head that always laughs at me.

Because of its right eye spots, I can always laugh when I can always see it. I laugh happily, as if I saw something too funny.

It always turns around me, turns on my left leg, and turns the right leg. If it is not because it is too small, I must think it is a war horse that dances dancing. This is obviously the posture of the horse.

Surprise why the big dog imitates the posture of the horse, the two dogs said, the big dog is the son of the horse.

Because the big dog grew up in the maxis, but the horse that was stored in the countryside had left, and it should be a real war horse, but because of the foot on the battlefield, its owner also

Only when I went to the countryside to recuperate, the big dog, that is, the son of the horse, because the dog's dog is difficult to give birth, I heard that it was kicked to death by the horse. I heard that it was kicked to death.

I also heard that the dog's dog's mother was taken away by the wolf in the mountains.

Anyway, the big dog never knows that he is a dog. It lives with a horse on the battlefield, and it is always like that horse. When it lifts up and jumps up, it always looks like a horse

His hissing, but it can only be loved by two wanders. The horse who fell off the owner should be a strong temperament, otherwise it would not be hissing for a long time. The horse's hissing was spread into the countryside of the size. Maybe it may be really

It is a fresh thing, but the horse should go to the grassland and the field, instead of going to the massida. No matter how good the horse is, it should not be in the massacre.

Thousands of miles are thousands of miles.

I used to think that the dog's dog's mother was kicked to death by the sexual hippocampus.

I don't know why I have such a scary idea.

It may be because I think the big dog's life is too fantasy, or it is too pitiful, and even more, I think big dogs and horses need such a terrible distorted bond to connect, so Maer takes care of the big dog

Only naturally.

But I have never seen the dog mother who has seen the war horse or the big dog. I have only seen cute and loved big dogs, so I need to find a poor life for the big dog, so that I can make me even more

Love it, or, or really treat it as my dog.

As the daughter of the city owner, there is no right to raise dogs.

I was also raised in the small yard and became others at any time -the man I have never seen before: either handsome or ugly, old or young, or strong temperament, or gentle temperament.

I really shouldn't sympathize with other animals. Perhaps because I am the object that needs to be sympathetic, so in the time when the big dog can really accompany me, I cherish that time.

The big dog accompanies this day, the two dogs accompany me, my mother's illness is much better, but the better my mother's illness, the faster the days they need to leave.

I was a little stunned, so that I hadn't had time to cry, and I watched the two dogs holding the big dog in a stunned carriage.

They have never seen such gorgeous frames. Those gold and silver are inserted on the carriage. They are always glittering in the sun, and they can also let people who work in the fields scramble to panic to watch my mother. The city owner

The room.

But big dogs and two dogs.

Because I used to run and play in the field equally, and now I sit in the gold and silver carriage and watch them dumbly.

They also looked at me dullly, and I realized that they had thought about treating me equally, but I could only be dumb, on the carriage back, I might still be a study around me.

The puppy dog ​​with a horsepower shot around me, a circle, its front leg was lifted, and it was a lap. Its hind legs were lifted, and I laughed.

It shakes its tail, and I also pat it up to sing.

I once sang a nursery rhyme taught by my mother.

[Little ~ Child ~ Child ~

Little ~ Child ~ Child ~

You ~ just ~ light ~ sleep ~ right ~

Moon ~ Liang ~ Quiet ~ Quiet ~]

Child, kid

Can you miss the field at night.

Child, kid

Can you not miss the mighty steed.

It will be around you, accompany you with a small and beautiful childhood.

Child, kid

I always want to stay in that time so, but that's too short.

Just like the two dogs are lonely and old, I returned to that village again. When I saw that there was no real age, but the dark two dogs who were exposed to the sun, the hard work in the field made him like his father. His eyes

The bright light dissipated, disappeared, and turned into black.

I mentioned the big dog, he shook his head without impression, because at that time, when I followed my mother to this village, only I played with the stray dog, just like it is now, and only I really care about it.

Where is it.

But after all, the big dog is dead, and the life of the dog has lost its life span, not to mention that no one cares about it. Even if the strong dog is strong, there is no way to eat or drink.

Perhaps the big dog is smarter. In the wandering, knowing the rest of the food left by others, knowing that this village can't stay, and go to another village. Knowing that you can shake his tail to begging others, not starving to death.
To be continued...