The winter that was blown by the wind

In December, the blue sky, the fireball is like the sun, the clouds seem to be burnt by the sun, and disappear without a trace; it is the winter in the south, the climate is still as warm as spring.

I walked on this endless trail of the intestines while I was squatting in front of the village and not singing. It seems that because the sun is too big, so there is no smoke around; for a long time, a small and inconspicuous figure caught my eye.

It was an old man who was turning over the dirty trash can. The sparse hair was like a white snow-stained hay. Maybe it was because of the bumps of the years, she looked a little hunchback; the upper body was wearing a tattered brown corduroy, and the lower body was wearing a certain The school's school pants are simple yet simple.

I looked at her and I wanted to go. I accidentally smelled a smell of rubbish in the air. It seemed to be from the previous one.

The old man passed by, and I once again looked at the old man; but found that she dumped the rubbish all over the floor, picked up what she wanted, turned and wanted to leave.

It seems that out of an unfair mentality, I have always loved to hug my injustice and rushed forward.

"Grandma, grandmother..." I said.

Seeing that she ignored me, I was a little angry.

"Grandma, how can you dump the garbage and want to go! You are immoral, have you heard it?"

It seems that after half a century, I went to the grandmother, in front of this hunched grandmother, she said nothing, and kept the head with sparse white hair.

"Little sister, grandmother's ears, ears can't hear clearly; then, the garbage I pick is." With the hoarse voice, the old man finally raised his head. Seeing that she seems to be an 80-year-old man, but the years have been ruthlessly engraved on her face for a hundred years of history, almost no elastic muscles and soft tissues, is the skin and dyed purple skin and angular bones.

When the old man said that he turned and walked toward the trash can, it seemed to be very difficult to kneel down. Suddenly, I saw something similar to a piece of metal on her leg, but I accidentally passed a word "prosthetic" in my mind.

"Grandma, what's wrong with your legs?" Looking at the old man's pale face, he couldn't help but feel upset. Sad? It seems that my grandmother is more unfortunate than the grandmother who picked up the garbage. Who is not forced by life!

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter," she said as she subconsciously pulled the trousers.

I wanted to help my grandmother to squat together. I looked at my watch and remembered that I had an appointment with my classmates to go to his house to play. Because the old man’s business was forgotten, he left without saying a word.

After two days. I heard from a neighbor's house that a disabled elderly person with rubbish in Area A fainted at the trash can due to low blood sugar. At this moment, my heart trembled slightly, Area A? Old man? Rubbish? Disability? Not her!

When I finally decided to write these words, although I had been there for a long time, I still felt a sense of guilt. Yes, what I heard from my neighbors is indeed the old man I met that day.

The winter that was blown by the wind left me sad, the winter that was blown by the wind, let me leave the sky; if, I mean, if I didn’t call her at the time, she might not halo Beside the trash can, but I firmly believe that I was doing it right.

The winter that was blown by the wind, and the bright sunshine, sprinkled through the dense leaves, forming a golden spot; I walked on the path of the sheep, but never saw her again, sorry.

Third day: Ye Niang