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When the tung flowers bloom, it is always cold in spring, and when it is time to put away the tung seeds, the weather should be so cold that people shrink.

Is this the fate of Tonghua? In fact, when I started to write about the sea of ​​flowers, I felt that the flowers blooming and falling just like passing smoke

Isn't it the fate of local women?

I have never seen such short-lived beauty, as bright as fireworks, and I have never seen flowers that withered so quickly.

In the blink of an eye, they fade away. Extinguished without a trace. Whether it's the annual tung blossoms there or the youth that a woman has only once in her life, they are all passing by in a hurry. They come and go again immediately.

When I first arrived there, I didn’t recognize this flower, which is the earliest to bloom in spring, and it is so brilliant that it surprised me

"There are no tung trees growing there?" Cuicui asked.

This girl has a particularly handsome face. It should be said that I am not a well-informed person, but I am not ignorant either. I have been to many places, but there are few people like this. The girls in the remote mountain villages are all very attractive. At first, she was a little wary of me because I was a "bad guy" with a clearly marked price and was under supervision. Later, as we got to know each other over time, she even got a little close to me, because she was the only student in that small mountain village who attended junior high school in the county for two days. She later dropped out of school, and her sister and brother-in-law Of course it's impossible

to let her continue reading, but she always wants to learn something cultural and can't help but ask me questions. She said: "You are a writer,

you don't know what kind of flower this is?"

I shook my head.

"Tonghua, when will I take you to the back of the mountain on the other side of the river to have a look?" Then, she used a refined word to describe: "The mountains and plains are all over the place. !”

Wade across the Daughter River where beauties are born, and climb over the Baba Mountain in front of the village where lazy dragons are born. The folk custom here is that women are hardworking

and men are hard-working. Laziness is said to be related to the feng shui of this river and mountain. That time I went to see tung flowers alone, and the vast sea of ​​flowers shocked me

I was stunned. Wherever the eyes can see, there are tung flowers as white as snow. They are fragrant everywhere, and the sky is covered with jade. Suddenly, the sky and the earth are dazzlingly bright and frighteningly white. To be honest, this mountainous area with barren land and poor people will not have any glory all year round, from birth to death. That is to say, these tung flowers in the slanting wind and cold rain make Make a vigorous noise.

Unfortunately, the flowers are blooming so vigorously, but almost no one appreciates them, let alone praises them.

Baiyu is Cuicui’s brother-in-law and the team leader of the production team. We only became the captain when we came to the mountain village. "It's like this every year

Look, what's there to see?" He's not that bad, and he's not that good either. To be precise, in the countryside this kind of bluffing comes from the top, and again.

The cadres below are too lazy to do anything. Therefore, his wife, Cuicui's sister Lianlian, in addition to being the tool for his endless sexual desire, is equivalent to another cow in his family.

I asked the junior high school student, "People in the village said that your sister was prettier than you when she was young. Why do you have to look for bonito? In addition to

talking, what else does he have? ? "To be honest, in rural areas, it is easier for people like him to become captains. "Women always choose a man to marry!" Pick, not pick, even. There is no need to choose. She said this with a calm tone

Kiss, as if she was going to carry firewood, pick some wild vegetables, or feed the pigs. "Just like the tung seeds, after harvesting them, they have to be sent to be squeezed for oil. Once the oil is squeezed out, the fields will be fertilized, sooner or later..."

Tongzi, that's it The fruit of the flower is gone.

The economic benefit of this kind of tree is not very great, and it is usually only planted in patches in remote and desolate mountain valleys. Then, on the ground on the roadside, which cannot grow into anything else, I randomly inserted a few tung trees, one of them would be a good match, and some of them would not be a match. Don’t take it seriously, let it live and die, and grow on its own

Self-improvement, no one takes it to heart.

But this kind of tree is really tough. It is easy to survive and does not require careful care at all.

Water and fertilizer are not particularly important. Although it tried hard to bring some warm whiteness to the lonely earth in the cold days of spring, no one noticed its existence.

No one noticed its existence.

It is really like that Lianlian, poor woman. Of course, there is also Cuicui. Sooner or later, she will be like her sister, and her fate is arranged in this way.

I don’t remember any of the literati from ancient times to the present who has written even a few words about the beauty of the tung flowers that look like snow? At that time, if I

had not been a "molecule" and had become a class of untouchables similar to the Brahmin canon, I might have wanted to write about it

It would have been very quick The tung flowers that bloomed and withered quickly, and the women in the mountain village who died young. Maybe, or, let Cuicui escape from her dirty brother-in-law and get out of the small village surrounded by mountains. But at that time, I was still in purgatory. What could I do for this girl?

The flowers bloomed enthusiastically and declined spectacularly. The petals fell all over the valley and fell into piles. Even the running water in the mountain stream was covered with white flowers.

, carried by the rapid stream, rushed towards the river, rushing towards the river. The flowers fade away with the water, never to be seen again, thus ending the short period of splendor. No one would take a glance at it, so in the country of fragrances, it is probably the most lonely flower

.

At that time, I was "transformed" in a road construction engineering team. When I first entered this mountain village and the work sheds had not yet been erected

, I and those The workers once stayed with fellow villagers. I was sent to the captain's house to some extent because I am an "element" that needs to be "supervised", right? However, to be honest, Bonito is fine with me. It’s not because his wife and her sister played any good role.

Women here have little influence over their men. He has been to the province, seen the world, and has a bit of peasant cunning. If you want to take advantage but don't want to be too immoral, you are considered a good person. Sometimes, after you get some slight benefits by trying to rip me off, especially after a few sips of wine, you immediately get close to me. "What should I do? I can't do it! I have no enmity with you! Don't worry, I won't get into trouble with you. Who knows what you will do in the future -"

"Baiyu, Forget it! What future!" I interrupted him.

His woman, Lian Lian, rarely speaks. At this time, she came over, sat in front of me, looked at me, and said word by word: "Teacher Li, you will have a future!"

I always believed Remember, the kind blessings of this mountain village sister-in-law! At that time, almost everyone turned their backs towards me. Only

she and her sister always look at me with unbearable eyes and pity, how I live like a year under the torture of those "brave people"

of.

I have also always thought that if I were the only one in this world, I would rather die; similarly, if wherever I go

everyone I see , if they are all traps and full of hostility, then there is no need to survive. Only in this society

will there be even a hint of warmth, a little sympathy, or in other words, understanding and trust in you from the heart, which can make people feel that survival is not only a matter of life

It's only your business. Therefore, you have to live, and you have to live for these people who are not animals. It is a valuable thing.

Right in front of the firewood house, there is a ding-dong-dong-dong daughter river. During the falling flower season, the river is covered with floating snow

White Tung Flowers Today, women are washing rice and washing vegetables by the river, or, with their bare white legs, beating the soaked clothes with wooden sticks on the boulders in the river. The petals flowed past their hands and legs. I noticed that no one cared, just like bubbles

Let them pass by.

Slowly, I realized that the colorful fallen tung flowers turned into dust, which was also the fate of these women in the mountains!

I can't understand the women here, why is youth so short?

Why do we age prematurely? Moreover, perhaps God, in order to compensate them for the regret that such a good time has passed so quickly, all the young girls and wives are as bright and tender as the tung flowers in full bloom.

I still remember that when we first started working, there was a shortage of labor force, so we hired some short-term workers from the local area. Girls aged 16 or 17 all had beautiful faces.

But in the village, those women who are married and have given birth have rough skin and wrinkles on their faces. The elderly women all have hunched waists and dull eyes. People in the village said that Lianlian was prettier than her sister earlier! But when I first arrived at her home

this sister-in-law, who was less than thirty years old, looked like she was almost fifty years old. If I didn’t explain, how could I not

Don't believe the facts in front of you.

It’s really inexplicable that she would age like that.

In any case, she is still the wife of the captain, and her sister helps with housework, but other women in the village are raped sexually by the men

The whole family is ravaged by the heavy work like an ox and a horse. After eating the rest, there was a mouthful of food, which was even worse than Cuicui.

These women, in addition to going to the market, wash their faces, comb their hair, and put on neater clothes. Usually, he is unkempt, barefooted, with his child carrying a bag on his back, busy with farm work and housework all the time, and he doesn't even have the energy to say anything.

The only expression on those women's faces was a wry smile.

But I never complained, these mountain women! Once, I asked in front of Bonito, "Cui Cui, why do you women have to do all the living in the Tianli family?" Bonito asked me: "You mean, let a man go up the mountain to pick tung seeds?"

"Nothing is wrong!"

"Is this a matter for the people in the house?" He smiled: "You are Foreigners, you don’t understand the rules in our mountains! "The tung flowers have faded, and the trees are covered with tung seeds. It was the size of a button at first and hung on the tree. It soon grew conspicuous, like a ping pong ball. This kind of fruit has a smell that neither insects nor birds will eat. It is green in summer and yellow in autumn. After the frost, it changes from yellow to brown

to black. At this time, you can knock it out from under the tree, dry it in the sun, carry it to the town on your way to the market, and sell it to the purchasing station of the supply and marketing cooperative. Of course,

Three pennies are not worth two pennies. At most, they are no more than the price of a needle and thread.

Purchased tung seeds are usually processed into tung oil in local pressing mills, which are then packed in oil-paper bamboo baskets and shipped out. As a result,

for almost the whole winter, the pressing mill was not idle. The heavy sound of the water bucket turning, the squeaking sound of the oil lever pressurizing, plus the snoring of the co-workers

the bonito's sleepy talk, the baby's night cry, and Lianlian's coaxing child's hum. The sound is an unforgettable memory of my sleepless night in purgatory.

The remote areas bordering Hunan and Guizhou are characterized by rolling hills, less land and more people, with poor products and high altitude and poverty. Regardless of the fields with water or the land without

water, they are all hanging on the high hillsides, looking at the mountains and walking to death, suffering from the hardship of work and the difficulty of finding food, no matter where the farmers are,

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It is also easier than them. So after a year of busy work, I’m thankful to be able to get sick. But during the three hundred and sixty days, no matter how tired the men were, they would still sit at the door and take a few puffs of leaf cigarettes from pot to pot. Even the cows lie down in the side house, accompanying the pigs and dogs

and the like, slowly chewing straw to spend the winter. Only women never have a moment to take a breath, including enduring endless sexual torture from men in the middle of the night. There are no entertainment programs in the village. When it gets dark, lighting lamps and wasting oil are the only things that can be done, which are this kind of human instinct games. These lazy dragons don't spare their wives when they are busy, and they even sneak around, let alone during winter leisure?

But a woman who is exhausted from working has to get up before dawn and go up the mountain to collect the tung seeds!

In China, calling your wife the person in the house is not limited to this area.

But the people in the house here are the most hard-working and uncomplaining women. The winter days were short and it was still dark, so I went up the mountain with my basket on my back, collecting firewood and taking home the piles of tung seeds that had been collected under the trees. Then I lay down in front of the stove and blew on the fire, being smoked by the astringent firewood

with tears and runny noses, busy preparing meals for the whole day.

This kind of title, at first glance, often reminds people of cabinets, boxes, tables and chairs in the house. However, I found that the more they are not treated as human beings, the kinder and more considerate they are, and they have compassion that never expects anything in return.

At that time, as a "molecule" who was looked down upon by others, life was very difficult, and anyone was qualified to spit on you

. Therefore, I can live in the most inconspicuous corner of China, with the most inconspicuous ant people.

There are these "people in the house" who are as insignificant as objects and treat you like a human being, a good person. Especially after those "brave

people" touched my soul and flesh, in that dark room, she, Lianlian, who rarely spoke, sat in the stove pit

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Later, I was looking for something to say, but I didn’t know what to say. Cuicui was mixing pig food at the door, that is, those water lilies and the like.

Usually she is very nimble, her back is facing me, and I can’t see her face clearly, but she cut her with one knife after another. Chopping with all my might, I could feel what was going on in this girl's mind. But when I turned my head and took a look, under the light of the fire in the stove, Lian Lian's face that must have been beautiful at the beginning, a string of crystal tears fell from her cheeks, and I suddenly realized this. How warm and kind-hearted the women in the mountain villages are

!

Maybe she didn’t want me to see it, so she turned away and wiped it. The face stained with plant ash and dust was something I rarely saw in my life

However, the most emotional face.

To this day, I can still recall those amazingly bright eyes in the darkness with great clarity. Because, she was later bitten by a snake and died. She also kept her eyes open like this, always looking at the world that had never given her any happiness.

Baiyu has always had ideas about her sister. I don’t want to imagine him to be so bad, but after being a captain for several years, my conscience has gradually disappeared.

He said: "It's hopeless, it's hopeless! The snakes that come out of their holes in spring are the most poisonous!" He might not curse her to death, but he could only get his wish if she closed her eyes.

It was a late spring and cold season of tung blossoms, and there was a thin layer of ice on the ground.

I found a trolley from the engineering team, pulled Cuicui, who was crying so hard, and sent her sister to the town. I had to find a way

to rescue her.

"It's useless!" Bonito was also crying, but he always put his hands in his armholes and kept still, howling. At that time, Lian

Lian could still speak. Maybe she was really tired in this human world, and living was no easier than dying. So, she grabbed me

"I won't go, I won't go..." But when she got to the town, the village doctor saw that her pupils were dilated, and she was so in need of medical treatment

We had no choice but to wait for her to die.

This was the first time I saw a snake poisoning a person so quickly and painfully. Until the last moment, she opened her eyes and could not say anything

. But from those bright eyes, I could see that she really wanted to survive at this time and was not willing to leave this world so early

She is only in her thirties! It withered like a tung flower in a hurry.

We pushed her back from the town again. Among the tung flowers blooming all the way, her face, her eyes that were not closed, and the teardrop in the corner of her eye,

I don't know why, but I feel that those white flowers are following this woman as if they are spiritual, and they are falling down as if they refuse to leave.

Later, I left that mountain village.

It is said that people are like this: throughout their lives, they keep tearing off their hearts piece by piece and giving them to the people who love you.

So, once the moment of the end of life comes and the death knell is ringing, you will care about every part of your heart and do not want to leave this world.

I am thinking that one day, when I look back on my life, the dead and those who may still be alive have given me a lot

but I have given so much. How could I forget the two little sisters and the ocean-like tung flowers flying in the sky?

It’s the tung flower season again, and the spring floods on the Nvnu River will definitely bring the earliest flower tide.