Friday, May 27, 2011

A hundred coincidence

You treat me this way, which may one day of reckoning. But the  results of the tough specimen is recovering in the village, not not more blacksmiths, and XiaoXiFu, but this tree is geomantic tree 100 years. Later, the  daughter-in-law in this tree head for up censer, and I don't know her knees and pray for god, or for blacksmiths prayer, for the tree pray. Then the village  people are often to this tree, say this tree incense for village that has people move.

A hundred coincidence in my heart beat a hundred and three years ago, when I go back to the village, to see the old man in the village under the arbor. I am  busy please smoke, discovered how old self with my peers, HanXiao. A crowe long saliva silk from the corners of his mouth, I see drag tiptoe books read this  once, drove the first tractor in the village, now just HanHan smile. People in the village say this person is dead, originally he half paralyzed, village  people told me that his father knew grandma's story not happy occasionally, fry the tree, and the second head censer after he was paralyzed. I'm not afraid  dead half of the tree, but I'm afraid this die half of the people. I left the pavilion and go to the slice of forests, under that tree.
The sun was blazing down the trees, the dead branches withered seemed to crack in spluttered; Shade thick half, as if too lazy to oversee the half, branches  and needles are pressing to sleep, I sat down under the shade, looking at the half dead, thinking outside the blacksmith, village daughter-in-law, and  HanXiao seen before the people. The dead trees dead? The HanXiao person alive? Dead trees with the village daughter-in-law, outside the blacksmith. Forever  story That dragged long saliva silk what people?

I didn't take incense, person in the village told me pick a "green" insert is also a bunch of incense. For the former, for the tree for the village XiaoXiFu  largess. I don't know, but definitely not for the dead half of the people.

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