That morning, Tang Ke, and there is no sunrise, the sun through the clouds to cast the margins of a few light beam, the silence between heaven and earth will be restored gray. Wind was howling inside stood, overlooking the greenery in the immediate after another flowing in the grasslands of the Yellow River, indiscriminately shot two, we determine a person's first downhill.
Hill is not high, and soon I was across the road, walking in the Yellow River which large areas of grass.
Far, and a small black figure moving in the direction of a swaying me to move over, that a small body of the back pressure in a large basket carried on, villain child's waist should be bent almost to the ground up. I paused the feet, directed at his name. That body a little more straight, raised his head and look at me.
Is a dark little face, face frozen red, short hair, disorderly affixed to the forehead. I do not know how to describe his eyes, perseverance? Frustration? He looked only four or five years old, it actually is not a trace of childlike eyes. His basket carried on the inside filled with a large plastic bucket, just hit the Yellow River container of water, enough to have a few catties 10 weight. Huhu a dirty rope strap, tightly Le his little shoulders and let my mind a tight one tight.
I pointed panniers, re-do? He silently stooped lower eye, flash, flash, continue to walk towards the highway.
I want to help him come back, I'm worried that he can not afford the weight-bearing immature waist.
However. . . . . . He obviously do not know if the Han.
I stood there, looking at the back of his limp, did not know he was to be torn down or give up the catch.
He did look at me back! I rushed towards him energetically to wave, it seems that this will help him reduce the burden of. He turn his head to go quietly. Not a few steps further back, I did not live up to him, still standing there and waving to him. This is not a long way, a silent agreement so reached, he was back, I waved, until to send him into the road apart, Wang Dan's house.
Just that, turned around, I suddenly cry Xilihuala.
I decided to look for him. Sam said that his backpack there are still a few pieces of sugar, one is also far off with in the ranks.
Child's home is beside the road, is a small mud house 23 homes, a few corners of the shed where water buffaloes are grazing. I saw a mud hut next to the back of that child back buckets of water. So stood outside the fence yelled.
No one should be, the courtyard of the Central bolt with dogs but Buyiburao cried. The moment I do not mind.
People who are riding down from the hills Gan Ma, subsequently approached Baba for help the poor. He's probably understand what I mean, towards the courtyard chanting in Tibetan, several more followed, and indeed it was from the house out.
Is the child.
He stood a good house, hesitated a moment before the door timid side came to the fence.
Is a very beautiful child.
Without a heavy burden, his eyes no longer share of perseverance, complete a child's demeanor. He looked in front of three strangers, looked inside flash trace of doubt, but not silent. I reach out and let How many pieces of sugar in his palm, but also set aside a gently sent in his mouth, he was not refused, but remained silent, his eyes while staring at me, and while they look at the ground, I know, he was share of sweet taste.
"He" is actually girl. She called Zetang Droma.
Back to the tent, washing, finishing his luggage. We are going to take the car back to the morning 10:00 Ruoergai's.
No call back the soul that in this piece of grassland on the journey that he had bid farewell to the three batches of friends.
Now it is we have to send him.
Yellow River at night those talk, and the log cabin drinking songs, just as the morning smoke dissipated in the air. We have to do is wave front unless, each face of the next road trip.
Of course, maybe this life will not be good-bye.
Road was still a good-bye.
Often in such times, I will be full of gratitude for his ancestors, Chinese language is more humane Oh.
We are on the opposite Zetang Droma home waiting for a train. Her family's yard more elderly people and a young man, wearing a red scarf she was standing there.
I have the road side is called "Droma -"
I wonder how his earlier would think she is a boy, and she is simply a shy little girl. Hear me call her, she bit embarrassed, standing at hospital door, half-face mask after the doorway. Dao Shi brought her a smile the young man walked over.
Silhouetted against the red scarf, the Droma exposed charming little girl. Side of the two men have already porting the camera. However, the Drolma is still timid and do not laugh. That young man said something in Tibetan, and she suddenly smiles on the blooming, flowers finally in full bloom, and this let us especially excited until that little face and we face when the sun has faded but little by little.
I can not be reconciled, squat body hold her light into the heart, emerged in a trace of smile on her face. I began to scratch her itch, she did not hide, nor called, those little faces are increasingly brilliant silent laughter.
Dolma five years of age this year, that young man is the father of Dolma. He also went Zoige other car, he rushed to the more than 30 kilometers outside the grazing areas. Elderly people Drolma's grandmother, because legs are not flexible, small-Droma would be here to help Grandma Gan Huo.
Yuehua Jian, I do not know when Dolma from home to come back a basket of wet cow dung, a small waist and almost have to bend to the ground up. I still can not help but feel sad, and for his young father, said she was so small, how can something back got so heavy? He smiled faintly, is to exercise it Mody.
My language choke.
Grandma helped Dolma will be cow dung down on the grass, wiping his hands opened the sun little by little. Dolma down an empty basket carried on, but it is holding a rake look through the other piece has been dried cow dung. Her strength is small, a lot of rake, the dip in the grass of the cow dung off only a few small pieces.
I walked over, He holds her hand rake, Hangchihangchi to dry up. I was also a Palei Pazang guy, but now they wholeheartedly to rake the ground cow dung, I would like to do more, because on the bus coming. I suspected a break strength is also small, simply took the rake him to do. Small Droma stood watching, his face share of the stranger had disappeared, evidently also some of the cozy warmth.
Far, the shuttle has been turned mountain bend.
Because of the Zetang Dolma, estanque forget this up for me then. Wanted to reach out more to protect her arm for a while, but. . . A turn between the work she was carrying a basket of stones to flash a roll toward home, I was busy and that came up with the hand-held baskets, want to use this to reduce the weight of her back, she stopped and no more. Someone stop me, saying that she would be more bad back. I release the hand, the small Dolma was hunched flash, flash, continue to walk.
Some of cow dung on the towel in frustration.
I do not know his heart is too Wenruan or small Droma too strong.
I only know, I always can not help her.
Time is up, shuttle opened, Dolma and Dolma's home sight. Looking out the window endless stretches of green, small Droma like to spend as silent laughter operculum gradually on and clear up. If, one day, when she was carrying those heavy, think of me, and my heart to have a little warm feeling, and that was enough.
Author: wenwen0938
