Night Courtyard, Mercedes-Benz train roared walk through this wilderness in the northeast, the cabin lights dim, after a day of hustle and bustle, the weary travelers mostly gone to sleep, and occasionally a few times whisper, whisper, and balderdash general, then is silence.Out the window from time to time flashed streaks of lights, submerged in the blink of an eye the night.Night is young, lonely traveler my face filled with tired, hazy, Sishuifeishui.Gradually obviously felt the train slow down, and soon, the train stopped in a brightly lit, the three characters on the platform “Dehui station” impressively greets, here is what I was born and bred in the home.Looking at a more hurried traveler on her own luggage to get off, and think about them together into that still lit the lamps of a warm home, but I can not, because I still want to stray livelihood unto party can not set foot on this piece land, my heart burst of sorrow and grief swept abruptly, filled with bursts return date uncertain desolation and loss, and more want to see a familiar old house, to see their parents barren mound of weeds..Whistle blew, the train restarted, the chamber took me a deep sense of nostalgia road.While inside the cabin gradually resumed silence, but my heart was no longer calm melancholy blankly leaning in the corner, hands constantly look through the phone’s photos, and this state of mind is also a picture of a fly Photo back to their long-separated hometown. Toad Bay home yard, picturesque.Although it is not the Great Northern Wilderness “Breaking roe deer scoop scoop fish”, but also a rich land, the land of plenty.Bay river as a band, around the village slowly east, long the river for thousands of years raising a generation after generation of people here, here, I left too many good memories. A child, always like to sit in the river, watching the sunrise and sunset.When the early morning cock bark small village gradually with the hustle and bustle, I woke up too early, and his father led to a cattle yard not far from the river, the father wanted to go from the network, then dropped by a cow I care.Morning River, Wind River rustling, with the cold humid air Dangzhuo slightly fishy river, mixed aromatic grass.Meadow where the grass is wet, the cattle were in this potpourri grassy mist in his mouth, slowly creeping into the distance.And I, as usual, sitting under the river bank of the old elm, journeying, looking afar.Water day phase at, always filled in the smoke, then I always think the end is how the water situation?The bridge will not be painted comic, and attached to the outside world. I grew more, and toad Bay became my partner’s park.Bathing, fishing in troubled waters, fishing clams, digging wild, picking mulberry.Always carrying a family of adults, strenuous hardships, got a bike spokes, press on the bricks, barbed thorn edge the edge of the mill, we will not know exactly how long grind, a sharp toad can do Qianzai well, then put it firmly tied to a bamboo pole.Go whistled three of five partners in, no words, just look at the hands of the tools, they will be complacent. Ditch frog meadow is a good place to solder, barefoot we tend to spread out, front foot stalkers, follow the frogs stalked slowly aiming Qianzai suddenly thrusts, hiding in the bushes of the frog often too late to dodge, Qianzai was firmly nailed there, we become the prey.Suddenly the joy and pride, no less than victory on a battlefield general.Sometimes because of too much force, suddenly threw himself in the water, when, who then stand up, frog has long been out of sight, and his face, Linlinlili a mud skirts, looked so funny like a clown I felt extremely funny.Not be long before we have a rewarding experience, heavy string bag full of fruits of victory partners. Gao Lin play at, are the children of the next position without digging ride stove, an unobstructed inspection firewood, everything here is already one should have, just as the children’s temporary palace, hidden in a hollow tree fire seed, salt, water containers Shuiju, not far from the buildings with a few bundles of twigs.Small pit floor shelves with a few bricks, sideways two full brick tiles, under the stove still remnants of a few do not burn stick.There is no need partners division of labor, fetching water fetching water, Flayer Flayer, pyrophoric fire.As if everything had hundreds of times, between the forest and soon it raised the curl of smoke, it was stripped of frog legs good wash, sprinkle with a little salt, wrapped with green corn leaves, on the tile burned up.Edge around us, while Tian Chai, while waiting, rushes to yell, “burn together next time find some duck eggs on, be nice!”” I think, or to the river yo someone’s network, see if there is a big fish, put it stolen, burned together.” ‘No, no, I think it still burn corn.’Soon tempting smell to drift off slowly, the partners are now no longer say anything, all bent over, rake the frog legs on the stove, lest burned this delicious.At this time, anxious children mouth, already unable to bear, can not wait to flick the dust, uncover remnants of corn leaves, knock knock, into his mouth, slowly chewing up.I want to taste this life than this. Grow up to go out to school days, here is the place to yourself daily thoughts.Often dreamed of his father, dreamed of mountains here, where the water. Creaking!Creaking!Drill a small boat yard pass from wicker Roadway out on board a gray-haired old man, expertly shaking sculls, the bow plowed the calm surface of the river, sparking countless tiny scraps of waves, play the gurgling sound of water.From afar, it looks like a duck brisk swim in the water, behind its plow a road ripples, slowly diffused into the distance.For the moment decadent sunset, it last afterglow sprinkled uniformly on the river, then the river carpeted with finely divided gold light Lin.A few swallows inadvertently passing here, a dive, superficial posture, leaving a circle of golden scales waves on the water, which slowly slid to the circle, growing more and more distant, more and more light, later in the vast melting on the river.It swallows too late to escape, hurry own shadow will be embedded in this piece of landscape painting, the quite charm of the Yangtze River Delta.Boat water sunset night photos, swallow a little water, not far from Willow smoke stack, all the poetic and beautiful, then expect paradise described by Tao much better than it?Not so beautiful picture is worth a pound of Jiangnan Jiangnan. Slowly the boat closer, turned out to be old father, the return of fishing boat.Sunset in old father, slightly looked up, his face wrinkles mosaic vicissitudes of life, in the eyes of his mouth full of determination.A boat ride alone, sparkling, late sunset rhyme tight to cover him among this vast cloud water, despite how the boat sway, always get out of it in the world. Dream is always the best time to an abrupt end, leaving a long time I always melancholy and loneliness, and a few drops of tears on his face.Father had died more than four years, I do not know heaven there is no such clear water Gulf crescent toad?There is no in such a sunset, you sail your ship in the sparkling, came up to me?I think there must be, otherwise why do you always fall asleep every night.Think about holding your hand and ask loudly: Are you okay in heaven?Now separated Yin and Yang, the original life and death of distance, close at hand, but it is insurmountable, sun room on the road, no longer see the father figure, not his father’s audio, can only return to the past in a dream, vaguely saw the elderly voice and face.Think of a person standing his father’s graves, put down a few glasses of cold wine, on a point on the candles, burned a pile of paper money..”Fly ashes as white butterfly, bloody tears into red azalea” in the bottom of my heart that fills the faint touch of sadness and melancholy!Father shed tears in front of the graves of two lines of thoughts. .Rolling wheels, the train carrying my wandering, still walking through the vast night, drifting away, drifting away, but my heart is getting closer piece of their homeland, I think in this silence of the night Enron sleep, dreams of home once again, look at a familiar hometown mountains and water, look at the familiar old one, is that moment, was completely understand nostalgia, homesickness share turned out to be the hometown of a handful of soil , an old tree, a brick.Nostalgia turned out to be engraved in the heart, in any language to express her are pale, it is so dignified! Even “Shu Jian has three thousand, total write-off love to send Meng Guang”, the book is also not the nostalgia of this life debt!