He, not tall not short, dark skin, more than 40 years old because of his work is very thin perennial, deep eyes the hole was full of or deep or shallow wrinkles, although have the contour, years silent, but time seemed to have him in the face with years of vicissitudes of time, a pair of pine bark the same hand in the hardships of ZhuangJiaRen sighed silently, he, in high school, but affected by family condition the influence, not to accept the higher level of knowledge, so also no special profession, by farming to maintain the livelihood of the family of five, ever since I can remember, he has had no business of rest, always from early favour to night. Even in the harvest of the winter, he will also as usual busy busy outside. Even if it is met the rainy day or snowy, never to stop. The summer of that year, he waved back in the hillside, and hard work, the setting sun rays of the will of his figure is very long, long one moment and he rose up and went straight to support was hands polished hoe, look at the distance, suddenly he seemed so so old, that piece of experience of weathered face wrinkle like the long drought old bark general without a luster and vitality, he picks up slowly, and deep will it firm into farmland, I stand in the distance look at him, look at this great man, he bowed back hard to stand up to the ceiling high almost a few feet, he looked away, a look at his hard farming of all the fields to offer his arm filed with the face of thy skirts beads, and put his hand into pocket groped for a burst of, will be a bag of inferior smoke out out, slowly, slowly roll, gracefully.i don ah, he really old, once upon a time, the large frame, the home zheyu wind, with back it props up a stretch of roof, he now has seemed so fragile, think about it, I eyes clouded with tears, silently in stood there, I don't know that I should take this step, because this step for me may mean turning, but for him the but again means more back and waved back more bent.
That summer, I failed exam, and have been at home to do farm work, the unexamined have a face the loess back up life, see many former students have returned to school, or high school, or technical secondary school! But at this time of my body is in the field, but with the heart is like a classmate bag off into the beautiful campus, but still I tell him, I understand the current home, I did not want to go to reading, because that year, his mother's illness, in order to mother him for many years poor savings have little, and maintain the home basic livelihood became every day he aren't hard to sleep problems came, the technical secondary school fees for his current digital certainly is astronomical, despite this, he still saw my lost, that night, simple after dinner, I was to pick up the dishes, he called me to side, dim lighting, our between them in a table sat face to face, my thoughts in moving, slightly lowered his head, modify the bag of smoke, catch a few, pulled out a tin of tobacco from the bag, molded into a mess, then tore a yellow smoke a little paper, will cut tobacco slowly packets into cone, into his mouth and rotating a few times, and then he turned to me, with a slightly sad of ask: Lin, also want to read ah, I simply answer sentence, 'don't read, after a short time with three elder brother to guangdong part-time job,' now Stanley is a take a to take, smoking, after a moment's silence, he finally made a noise; Read it, I've no skill, had you three brothers, you two brother junior middle school and didn't graduate will help share home, now think if rich, and then sent them to read, too late, I can't hold up you ah, said this, he again low head to one build build smoke, very long, he got up and, take that one with a few years of old torch, on the "buy BaoGang chuai GongDaShan", stumped steps to go to the door, and then a beat, at the door that there is certainly some pits on a rough entailed slowly forward without, the torch light became weak in front of the window, the only also became one of the lamp that direction I stray light, in my view, the fuzzy further away from it, and I am like a kid, make a mistake at leng leng torch light behind the figure of thin, I know, and he once again to borrow money for me...... , night is so deep, I have heard of the next room tossed and turned his voice, every now and then spread a few cough, and make my heart more pulled, that night, I didn't fall asleep, thinking has let me without any sleep, only fuzzy, the darkness of night, I even can't tell exactly is eyes fuzzy or fuzzy thinking.
In the morning, I went up for a long time has not seen him, I asked his mother, and she said he went out early in the morning, when he came back is already a long time, still follow behind a person, and it was a LiangFan. He want to sellers of millet. The years fertility not harvest, millet cheap desperately, he has been reluctant to sell. But that, he was sold several one thousand jins, put the whole half of a car. The day, when he put a stack of thick hundred-dollar bills get me, I constraint to stand up a few hands rub clothes, like to accept a holy mission that fold money held in the palm, then he ordered to, "since reading will work hard to serious to learn, to learn more in your future is good, should spend the money to spend not too province, go out in the outside must be careful, have what matter must with home said, don't need to home, money you don't have to worry about, I would find a way to go over there, and as soon as possible, do a piece of bank deposit money in......" My head such as chicken pecked the meters similar responses to the he reminds each sentence, and bowed down their heads, rooms, look at this a stack of palm red bill, I suddenly feel is so heavy, suddenly feel if can tear apart the bill to the inside of the blood flow should be, should be the sun like writing a sweat, is the deep hole deep or the eyes or shallow wrinkles, should be that piece of experience as the long drought old weathered bark general without a luster and vitality of the face. My view of fuzzy again, tears in eyes round, but this time I can't let it fall down, I intentionally of head up, when the tears flow back to the eyes completely, I quit line to the family, with the pad of heavy money, a thick love, step out of the old carts mountains, at this time I can't help but looked back to this piece of familiar land, in the hope that it will make in my mind, so that in the country want to home can interpret temperature so, suddenly, saw him standing there, with the strong support of the inherent his majesty. He did so at the car, looking at the window, looking at me, the more open car faster, suddenly had an impulse let my mind was shocked, and couldn't help Shan however...... tears
Now, I understand that he is mountain, I was tree, mountain always give grace tree, the tree constantly absorbing the essence of mount up, can not old mountain? He is the bow, and I are waiting in the wings of arrows, on the bow, bow let arrow boom, arrow to fly more far more high, bow to pull the bending of it.
