Time oh! Time

Time always passes quietly in, when we look back, the heart will float to the surface of the touch of sadness. -- 2011.10.03 night, was written in Chongqing.
Life often some unforgettable memories, I often recall my courtyard. There are: crutches uncle aunt Zhao Hu, sad, scared seedlings uncle, specialized hum Pingtan Liu Bo, and courtyard echoed whistle and the small Wei Wei cry ... ... Ah, that is a courtyard what ah.
At the beginning of 1983, my family moved into the courtyard. I do not know when, in the sky of the whistles touched my heart. Every day, I always love lies prone on the window, watching the crutches Hu uncle moved out into the yard, slowly open the pigeon cage, release the elves, watching their wings, over the ridge, soar freely in the sky.
Dad said, Hu Shu was in middle school disease paralysis. All day long he not pigeons to play, is to read a book, occasionally leaning cushion high chair play an old phoenix lyre. He threw back his head, left key, using the right hand to pick up gently melodious music. Then, and only then, just some smile on his face. I was intoxicated by his music.
Not long after, Hu Shu 's brother got married. The new daughter-in-law is a powerful role, a door on the right day to catch, throw the bowl curse, grandfather, uncle, sister are afraid of her three points.
I'm not Hu Shu play, remove see pigeons in the courtyard, Liu Bochang listen to pingtan. He then walked cavity Jiang adjustable unexpectedly also so attractive.
That year autumn, Hu Jia daughter want to separate, Grandpa Hu beriberi, Hu Shu also inadvertently put pigeons, often a person facing the pigeon cage sigh, with tears in her eyes. I was thinking: I don't know, adults also will cry? The pigeons in the cage, Gugu Gu 's whining. One winter morning, Hu grandpa died. A day, his daughter fell basin send spirit according to the rules. Unfortunately, the basin from the window is still out, just hit the pigeon, the pigeon was up and down toward the edge. The rusty wire is broken, the cage door opened, that pigeon cage out of climbing into the sky ... ...
" Kids" Wei Weichang very like his father seedlings uncle. Because of family difficulties, coupled with his family next door neighbours are piling up debris, Zhao aunt and uncle always bicker seedlings. For small public living room Wang Bojia often wafting meat every day, the house is full of guests. Then, buy meat to obtain, is their home their inexhaustible? Said the mother, Wang Bo worked in the shop, on the ... ...
Winter to spring, fall or summer, everything in the passage of time, the compound is also changing.
The courtyard did not know when from the flowers; doves cooing, Liu Bo Jiang Diaohe Wei Wei crying without; Miao Shu can settle down to read a book; Liu Bo was invited to the country when the director of the factory, there are few empty back; go cavity Jiang transposed into the radio character cavity round Jiang tune; Hu TERT also rely on their own labor to maintain life, every day on crutches stood on the chest of drawers before painting in the shell, a station that is half a day. But Wang Bojia still people are hurrying to and fro.
This courtyard house because of disrepair, the roof tiles " crisp ". The Housing Department has informed you move. Miao Shujia was the first to new premises. Moving day, everybody to help. Also on that day, the police away in handcuffs Wang Bo, he that is full of oil-water belly seemed shriveled, head drooped. Listen to my grandma said, Wang Bo embezzling public funds of tens of thousands of them.
Before long, my family also into new buildings. Think of the old courtyard, grandma always nagging: " if go back to have a look good. " She really went to, if it is unrecognisable: Road widening, dilapidated courtyard disappeared, new building built. Grandma came back, he repeatedly said to me: " Alas, alas, have changed, become I do not know is there. " She half a sigh, half is happy. I laughed a hearty laugh.
The time like running water in a hurry from the pass your eyes. It has been in the past years, even will cause your memories, time is long, will also forget. Occasionally think of a fragment, but after all, is not so complete. In the memories of the years, indifference, forget the indifference of. Oh. Time went by. Youth passes as a fleeting wave.

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