The Most Simple Wish

The land of dachacun primary school is gradually forgotten by people. When people pass by its door, they seldom think of it again. This is just like some historic sites that have been neglected for a long time. Its story can only be understood by those who have been with it. Tao Huizhen moved the venue for tutoring children's homework to the downstairs of the bamboo house. No one has been to the small bungalow where Mr. Li used to live behind the school. The front of the house is covered with grass. On the flagpole in the yard of the primary school, the red flag is still flying. Tao Huizhen is on the second floor of the small bamboo building, which is opposite to each other. Her eyes are always fixed on the things that have stagnated in the past.

She has enough time to be in a daze. She is the only one with more days now and more in the future. Sometimes children just come to make up lessons in the evening to learn dance, sometimes they are busy with their studies and don't come in the evening. When she didn't come, she would wait until the sun set before she went upstairs to have a rest.

Day after day, waste or not. Tao Huizhen's daily life is monotonous and has no new ideas. Get up early, practice the basic skills of classical dance in the morning, and wash clothes in Qingxi after sunrise. After she came back, wisps of cooking smoke rose from the small bamboo building.

Eat breakfast at seven or eight o'clock when the sun is shining all over the country. It's usually a bowl of porridge with a few mouthfuls of pickled vegetables. Rice is the staple food for lunch and dinner, and potato is often eaten. When no one else was around, Tao Huizhen didn't eat glutinous rice any more.

Go to the grocery store at a fixed time to pick up newspapers and periodicals, and take a look at your own letters. The rest of the time is spent reading books, newspapers and in a daze. Old Li's grave and the small temple at the end of the village, she never went again.

Towards the end of the year, Dai Township suddenly has a taste of new year. This new year's taste is far from the northeast New Year's taste of Tao Huizhen's hometown. The difference lies more in the temperature difference. The flavor of Nian in Tao Huizhen's memory is the white frost exhaled in the cold air and the endless firecracker shells packed in the snow; It's the frozen moat in front of my house.

Zhailao told Tao Huizhen that this year's Spring Festival, dacha village must eat pig killing rice. It's a shame to say that. Little Tao came to Dai township for so many years, but dacha village didn't eat a pig killing meal. It's because people in dacha village have a hard time.

Isn't it hard now? Tao Huizhen light ask for advice.

Village old bow body, leaning on crutches, fine taste Tao Huizhen's problem“ The bitter days will not end so easily, it always reminds us that the sweet taste is so worth fighting for. " "Hardship is not the opposite of food, clothing and warmth. We have to try to keep the character of not afraid to live a hard life," the village leader said

"That is to say, our dacha village now has a choice. Anyway, we didn't have a choice before." Tao Huizhen said.

The old man's body trembled for a long time: "yes, old man, that's what I mean. So Mr. Tao, now we have a choice. This year's Spring Festival, dacha village should be very ceremonious to celebrate, as well as the singing and dancing bonfire banquet. It should have a genuine Dai Flavor. These will be prepared a few days in advance. You must not spend it alone upstairs. Let's dance and eat pig killing rice. It's so lonely that you've been basking in the sun all this time. You should always take this place as your own home. "

Tao Huizhen subconsciously raised her neck and swallowed the saliva in her throat. She looked to the distant mountain and back“ Grandfather, I can't eat pig killing rice. This year I plan to go home for the new year and my hometown. I haven't seen my mom and dad for many years. I especially want to go back this year. I wish you all a happy Spring Festival

The villagers know that Tao Huizhen's hometown is far away in the northeast, thousands of kilometers away. She has spent many spring festival in Dai Township, and she has never offered to go back. At present, dachacun primary school is no longer there, and the children are also studying in the county, so the education has been improved. In her sense, it is time to say "go back".

Zhai Lao's face wrinkled smile, he did not ask why she went back, nor did he ask whether she would come back. He just thought of something and found the topic: "Miss Tao, I remember you said last time that in order to inherit the traditional Dai culture, I had better publish a bilingual book with Dai characters and Chinese characters. I was suddenly interested in it. Can you contact the publishing house for me later? When you have news, just hang up in the village. "

Tao Huizhen remembers it, and she agrees. In fact, Tao Huizhen has a friend who works as an editor.

Towards the Spring Festival, Tao Huizhen packed her bags a few days in advance, went to the county seat to book the train tickets, and prepared some special products for her parents in Dai township. Her colleague Li packed them together. Among these specialties, one belongs to Wenxiu. On the way to Mengla County, she has been recalling every bit of her life with her parents. She thought of her parents' expression before she stepped on the train when she first came to Dai township. When she came to Dai Township, her mother never took the trouble to urge her to go back, but she was disappointed with her, and now she has to compromise. She thought that her youth was gone and her parents were getting older. This time home, meet, should have a deep touch.

She wanted to think about her dancing career for a while, but she didn't have the heart to think about it.

Don't want to, go home, have a happy new year. She thought to herself.