The Most Simple Wish

From his own tea field back, autumn lotus brisk step suddenly stiff. She once again heard the voice of reading aloud from dachacun primary school, which was so impassioned. She quickly took the tool for pruning the tea field from her little shoulder, put it on the ground, and gazed in the direction of dachacun primary school.

Her eyes fell on the roof of dachacun primary school. In front of the school, the five-star red flag swung softly on a windless day. She has never been to the place called "school". At the foot of dacha mountain, she often passes by the small temple. Sometimes there are bell sounds and recitations from her family. She thinks the situation in school should be similar to that.

Compared with her thin and tanned body, the bamboo basket in her arms was so big that it was totally out of proportion to her body. Simply, she put the bamboo basket on the ground, stood down in the sun, squinted at dachacun primary school, and wiped the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand. Her yellow hair, thin and soft, had not been combed carefully for several days, and a wisp of it had dropped to the bottom of her side cheek. She didn't care.

Qiuhe vaguely heard the students' voices coming from the empty window of dachacun primary school. She stood on tiptoe and approached the school building. Tilt your head and listen.

At this time, a boy in the school found her and made an expression of driving her away, like a cat, showing its teeth to the invaders. Autumn lotus shrank to shrink neck, lose of return body. She knows him. His name seems to be a Liang. Before the school, a Liang ran around the dacha village and occasionally said hello to her. After the school, he never talked to her again.

From this year, she has entered the age of 13. She began to take care of her family's tea field when she was ten years old. Her grandfather was bedridden that year, and her grandmother's body became inflexible that summer. But from the earlier time, she lost her playmate, so early that even she can't remember how old she was. The girl thought, those little kids are naive and naive, even if they hate her, it will not affect her mood at all.

She was wearing a red jacket, and her thin skirt was washed clean by her. Standing there for a while, she turned and walked back.

"Many people have seen elephants. They say they are very big animals. In fact, there is a much bigger animal than elephant, that is whale Behind Qiuhe, the sound of reading aloud started again. That's a passage from a text called whale.

"How to write the word" whale "? What kind of word is whale? I'm not impressed at all Autumn lotus thinking about this problem while walking. She can't write a word. Once she tried to write her name "Qiuhe", but she was dazed when she mentioned the branch. She found that she didn't know how to write.

Those people of the same age should be able to write their own names, right? Qiuhe looked back and saw that dachacun primary school was getting farther and farther away.

But what if you can write your own name? Tea fields still have to be pruned. If you don't eat, you still have to be hungry. She is the pillar of the family. She thought with relief.

But if I have time, it may be better to squat outside the school building and listen to what they are saying. If I can see how they write on the blackboard, I can learn it naturally. I wish I had time.

Qiuhe is very confident. No matter what she learns, she is very fast. She has learned to spend less time to do more things. If you give her a chance, she will definitely be excellent. At that time, she thought that her peers in the village would compete to play with her. Thinking of these, Qiuhe's steps become light again, even trying to jump. She temporarily forgot the hardships of life, as if she still looked so young and naive.

Her thin body, carrying a bamboo basket, walking in the village with light steps. In the afternoon, the sultry village is empty on the road. The adults are taking a nap. The kids are reading whale in dachacun primary school. She is the only one who feels the hot and leisurely afternoon. She hears some chickens and ducks. The whole village is baked by the sun, and the red soil road is very hot.

The autumn lotus trudges up a sloped road which is washed out by rain and water. In rainy season, the road is muddy and slippery, which can trap shoes. On sunny day, the mud is shaped, which makes it a bumpy appearance. It will hurt your feet when you step on it. Qiuhe walked all the way to the foot of dacha mountain and bent over the wild vegetables.

After busy from the tea field, I have to cut some wild vegetables. It doesn't need too much, just a little is enough. With a quick hand, she picked up the head stem of the wild vegetable and put the knife into the basket. The sun is not polite to shine on her neck, she felt the whole narrow back are hot, extremely hot.

She was a little thirsty, but there was no water around.

From the foot of the mountain, she can see the whole face of dacha village. Bamboo buildings are arranged in the shade of trees. There are countless red soil paths and green tea terraces in the village, which cover dacha village. Looking into the distance, the endless green mountains seem to have extended to the horizon. She had been used to the scene for a long time. The hot temperature makes the air in her eyes form an optical refraction effect. There are no puddles in some places, but from a distance, it seems to be a mirror with light, as if there is a white puddle.

The roasted afternoon, even the birds are not willing to come out to look for food, dark blue sky, clean even a small black dot. After a rest, Qiuhe continued to cut wild vegetables.

"I'm the only one working. Adults and kids are hiding under the eaves, sleeping and studying. But they don't realize how relaxed I am now, how blue the sky should be now... They always miss some good times, only Qiuhe... She is alone... Enjoying the beautiful scenery. " Autumn lotus will force the wild vegetables cut down. Whispering in the dialect of Dai.

Before long, Qiuhe came down to the foot of the mountain with half a basket of wild vegetables. Only in good weather would she come here to cut wild vegetables. If it was rainy, she would not dare to climb up. On a rainy day, the rapid flow of water down from the top of the mountain, through the door of several families at the foot of the mountain, converged into a muddy canal, making the residents at the foot of the mountain unable to go out. In such weather, she was afraid of sliding down the hillside, so she had to stay at home.

The Qiuhe family lives in the penultimate old house at the foot of the mountain. This old house is probably decades old. It is a bungalow of civil structure made of pear wood and adobe. Years of erosion, it looks scarred, several parts of the wall off, revealing the inside of the rotten pear wood. Bungalows are not easy to stand in the courtyard. Qiuhe's grandmother, leaning on a stick, looks out of the courtyard.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Qiuhe walked towards the vegetable mound in the courtyard, looking at other people and saying, "it's so hot. Aren't you hot?"

"It's getting muggy. The rainy season is coming. When the rainy season comes, there will be no shortage of water in the tea fields. You will not be able to water the tea fields from the streams. " Grandma watched Qiuhe squatting beside the vegetable pier, taking out wild vegetables and chopping them with a knife. Slowly raised her wrinkled jaw in one direction, which was her family's tea field. A piece of land is not so big, but just relying on the labor ability of a girl in Qiuhe, the place is still too big.

What's more worrying is that even after a lot of hard work, the final product of dry tea is only one tenth of that of fresh tea. In the end, there are very few people who can get food and drink.

"It looks good without watering, but then I have to weed. In addition to water, there are weeds in the rainy season."

"Yes, we can use herbicides if we have conditions, but we can't. Our family can only rely on Qiu He's small hands. "

Autumn lotus is cutting wild vegetables vigorously, and the vegetable pier makes a sound of "bang bang". After a few cuts, she stops and looks at grandma, who seems to have a kind smile on her lips. She said: "I just went to the gate of dachacun primary school and heard a little boy like me reading" whale ". If I could read as well as they, instead of chopping wild vegetables here, my heart would not be so sad. But my grandparents asked me not to write, but to work. Every time I wanted to give up, I would remind myself, just like grandma just reminded me. I'm the pillar of the family. "

Grandma's face was a little stiff, her lips were moving, as if she had something to blurt out, but in the end she didn't. In a trance, I remembered that the girl in front of me was already 13 years old. She once again faced the direction of the tea field and asked, "how is the tea field growing?"

"Green."

"The dry leaves in the tea field need to be removed, and the withered leaves that fall on the ground need to be picked up and thrown away."

"That's what I did."

"Just grow well." Qiuhe's grandmother sighed and turned away, no longer looking at Qiuhe's thin body.

Qiuhe chopped all the wild vegetables and stirred them with water. Go to a corner of the yard and pour the wild vegetables into the trough. A white duck came up to eat and made a call. This is the only duck in Qiuhe's family. It's as lonely as Qiuhe.

Grandfather was lying on the bamboo bed in the bungalow. He couldn't get out of bed for several years. Occasionally he could sit up and lean on the head of the bed. He didn't last long and had to fall down most of the time. The eyes are more and more turbid, there are always turbid things from the corner of the eye. Hands are always shaking, the whole body's function seems to rust. He is old.

"Is it hot?" Qiuhe walks into the inner room and glances at his grandfather. He stares at the top of the shed as if he is frozen. Qiuhe seems to be able to see through his grandfather's idea. "I'll relieve the heat for you.". Autumn lotus side said, and turn back, scooped a basin of cold water from the outside room, wet towel, in grandfather's arm wipe up.

Qiu He's grandfather hung his mouth, his face was covered with wrinkles, his face was pale, and he looked very weak. He was thin and weak, as if someone had taken away his energy. He stares at Qiu He and cleans his arm skillfully. The corners of the mouth force of the Qiao Qiao, also failed to make a sound.

There was not a focal point in his eyes. His eyes moved, and the dim light went out and out.

"Don't worry, grandfather. Mr. Li of dachacun school never came to me again, nor did the new teacher. I just talked about it and thought about it. Those kids will not think of what I am doing when they read aloud. In the words of my grandfather, I am working for survival. "

After wiping it with a cool towel, Qiu he gently pinches grandfather's stiff arm. Since last year, my grandfather has not been able to speak much. Qiuhe can read information from my grandfather's eyes. She knows that my grandfather must have heard the conversation between her and my grandmother. So he may feel at a loss.

After listening to Qiu He's words, the corner of grandfather's mouth tilted again, and then trembled and hung down again. Eyes seem to find the focus on Qiuhe's dry hair and stare.

Qiu He ignored him and continued to talk to himself. It was just the most common day for her to knead her arm for her grandfather. She's going through it every day.

Looking out from the empty window, the roadside behind the house is covered with orange flowers. Qiuhe's vision is low, and the flowers are more and more blurred.

Two years ago, a primary school was built in dachacun village. Mr. Li and Mr. Wang visited every family in the village. Naturally, I went to Qiuhe's house. Li and Wang talked about the importance of compulsory education. They say that knowledge can change fate. The older generation of people in dacha village have not gone beyond the mountain, and the younger generation should not follow suit.

Knowledge is power and hope, and children are the seeds of hope. While saying this, Mr. Li and Mr. Wang looked at Qiu He, who was restrained and standing on one side. Autumn lotus's eyes, like stars, radiate the light of longing and unwilling, and her body leans forward“ The baby is clever. " Mr. Li sighed.

But Qiu He's grandfather shook his head. No, nonsense. Can you have enough to study? In order to survive, we have to work. If we don't work, we are not pragmatic. Dai people have been doing this for generations. Only after working today can they sleep soundly at night and not worry about having no food tomorrow.

Tea fields need someone to take care of them, otherwise they can't produce tea, and they can't eat and drink without tea. Even if you want to eat simple sour bamboo shoots, you have to work. That autumn, he's grandfather was still energetic. At least he didn't have much trouble talking.

"Qiuhe doesn't need any culture. If she doesn't have compulsory education, she has a hard life and can't afford to spend time. She should learn more about running a family. She'll have to find her husband's family in a few years. Our family still has to rely on Qiuhe. If she wants to study culture now, the family will be separated. "

Grandmother and grandfather together, politely sent them out. Qiu he didn't say a word. Standing at the door of the outer room, I felt as if I had lost something very important, and my body became light.

Later, the dachacun primary school successively came to some of the city's supporting teachers, and the school was like that. Most of the children of the right age in the village have gone. The noise of the past is no longer there. Only Qiuhe's life has not changed. Mr. Li and Mr. Wang have been here once or twice, and so has Dao Xiaotong.

Every time Dao Xiaotong comes, she hugs Qiu He tightly and doesn't speak. But it seems that she has different feelings for Qiuhe. But every time they came, the result was the same. My grandparents refused them. Qiuhe, like the first time, stood at the door of the outer room and watched them leave. What is hope in my heart

After that, no one came.

Qiu he gets up from the bamboo bed and takes medicine for his grandfather. This kind of small black pill can improve cerebrovascular disease and keep grandfather alive. Qiuhe family's poor income from tea fields is mostly spent on the medicine. So much so that her family needs to cut back on its poverty.

Today, Qiu He's family is the only household in dachacun village who has no access to civil electricity. So far, her family has no electricity. At night, Qiuhe always lies in the dark, feeling like she has no breath, sinking in the quiet and dark. At a certain moment, she is thinking about whether she is dead or not. Until she from the window, once again caught the neighbor's dimly reflected light, she was trance back to God.

She got out of bed barefoot and groped out of the door in the dark. All of a sudden, the stars in the yard filled her. Although life is so realistic and hard, Qiuhe always has some beautiful dreams. She dreams that the starlight at night lights up a small world for her. This is only her light, and only she can feel and see it. She felt that as long as she had faith, she could feel the light.

She didn't know what her faith was. It was indescribable. Only in the deep sea of her mind could she feel it. Of course, she also dreamed that life at home was getting better. Don't worry about basic survival, don't worry about starvation, don't work day and night. She also went to dachacun primary school, and her grandfather's health gradually improved

When she put the medicine bottle back in place, Qiuhe's eyes fell on the old-fashioned mirror. In the mirror, she reflected her suntanned cheek and dry skinned lips. She curled her lower lip and bit off the floating skin with her teeth, and a trace of blood came out. She looked at herself with indifference.

Soon, she moved her eyes to the mirror frame again. A green plume is inserted in the gap of the frame. It is very beautiful. Under the oblique sunlight, it refracts blue-green and colorful light. The tail feather of this green peacock is the only thought left by her father when he was alive. It's been in the frame for years.

After taking care of the Potato Planted in the back of the house, the time has been turned to 5 p.m. Qiu he washed his hands and wiped his face in the pool. Start cooking dinner. It's a very common steamed potato and glutinous rice. She first ate two potatoes in a hurry in the outer room, and then ate some glutinous rice which is slightly higher than the potato. After wolfing down, she came to grandfather's bed and fed him.

She left more glutinous rice to her grandparents. Because my grandfather ate very slowly, he usually ate it, and it was dark. There was no electric light in the room, and the room soon became dark. Qiu he was waiting for his grandfather to eat slowly with a little moonlight and starlight reflected out of the window, but his eating was silent. Qiuhe felt that he was resting in the middle of chewing.

As it gets dark, the house falls into darkness, and Qiuhe's house becomes very quiet. During the day, there are all kinds of sounds, people in the village are shouting, the sound of Hulusi and elephant foot drum, the wind and birds. But in the evening, Qiuhe felt as if there was a cover covering her yard, and the outside voice suddenly disappeared. The whole family was silent in the dark, quietly experiencing the flow of time.

Time only depends on feeling. Qiuhe family has nothing to use to see time. Her family always works at sunrise and stops at sunset. After dinner with my grandfather, Qiuhe is busy at the end of the day in the dark, preparing the next morning's glutinous rice, washing the potatoes and putting them in the pot. He just lights the stove in the morning.

Make sure grandma's lying down. Qiu He is washing his hair with clear water in the outer room. His hair has grown a lot and has already touched his shoulder. She wrung her hair dry like a garment. It was all done in the dark. Looking up, she went out against the wall. Thought, today's work is over.

Come to the yard, the bright starry sky is not real, just like a dream. Autumn lotus hand as if to be able to touch, star sky low make her a little dizzy. She raised her small chin, gazed at one of the bright stars, and reached over her head to point at it.

All of a sudden, her feet began to jump, point step, wrong step, move forward. Legs and thighs bend up, and waist and abdomen, back, back of the neck, forming a three bend. She looks up at the starry sky as her whole body is soft and curved. Arm and wrist and palm, is a three bend, her body and arm like waves, slowly shaking up. Flexible and graceful.

However, this set of dance in the performance of girls, more or beautiful and simple. Qiuhe will imitate the Green Peacock's eyes, which are as elusive and beautiful as a deep pool. It twinkles and blinks. With its flexible head changing angles, its eyes are full of wisdom.

Autumn lotus hands holding peacock mouth hand, swing in the top of the head, like a Green Peacock's head in the flexible rotation. Her eyes seemed alive at this moment, and she had her own soul. She showed the Green Peacock's vigilance and wisdom in the forest.

Yan ren'er is banging in her eyes. She also shows a kind of aesthetic childlike interest.

Qiuhe doesn't remember how she learned the traditional peacock dance of Dai nationality. When she was very young, she saw her parents dancing and remembered some fragments. And later, the men and women in the village in the process of dancing, she observed, so easy to learn.

Not only that, she also learned that the essence of the Dai Peacock Dance is to imitate the Dai People's auspicious bird peacock, and made some more delicate adjustments to make herself look more like a beautiful peacock. Peacock's frown, frown and meal are vivid in her mind.

She often imagined herself as a Green Peacock, dancing peacock dance alone in the starlight of the courtyard without any music. At that time, she forgot everything and reveled in the beauty of peacock dance itself. Hope, work, darkness, eating and drinking were all thrown out of her mind.

She imagined the fresh and melodious melody of "Phoenix Tail Bamboo in the Moonlight" and jumped up in the starry sky. She swam freely in the world of folk dance. There was no sound from the outside world. However, her heart was silent rather than sound, and the melody rang through her ears.

She was immersed in silent body language. Only at this time, the pressure on her thin shoulders, all the burden, are light up. The sense of depression accumulated in her heart was released in the dance. Peacock dance is the last paradise in her heart. It's the cheapest pleasure she can get.

Qiu he imitates the peacock playing in the forest. He puts his other hand behind him, pinches it into a bird's tail, bows his waist and shakes it. She separated her feet, raised her hands from both sides of her body to the top of her head, and then slowly fell down from the top of her head, making a peacock open screen posture.