Our school, also 100 to family replica oakley sunglasses, hundreds of villagers. Since the ancient times didn't leave the celebrity, also do not have what special product, however, because there is a tree in the village of ancient and famous huangguoshu, that our village.
The plant is in our long huangguoshu entrance, don't know how many years. In three hundred, five hundred, one thousand, is impossible. In the village of hundreds of years old is a grandfather can't say, he said from the huangguoshu see like that. Anyway I see he is the biggest of the huangguoshu tree, not only tall, his tree at least want to seven or eight or more adults can be great. Although our age is very big, but he never age, still flourish. He leaves hypertrophy and wide, branches extend very wide, he's a basketball court big shade enough. As long as you stand under him, the sun light don't come in, the rain also poured in. Probably because of the tree, withstanding the right, we have a lot of the village-the old man, the s people everywhere, for this reason, he has become our village auspicious of the holy things.
Although our village several kilometers away from town, but the entrance was a arteries and around the village of people who is to XiangShang and the only place county. Rain, in our hiding under the for a while; The sun is big, the tree in the XiaCheng while cool; Tired, sitting under the tree on a stone to rest for a while. The village was caught this tree of business opportunities, in tree hem up stalls selling tea, fruit, sugar, peanut, melon seeds, etc. From then on, under our more lively, a small town in our village, and a child of our longed for.
In our hair leaves season, the children always climbed up the tree, pick a few haven't stretch open leaves, no. We call this stuff for HuangGuo. A tear to your mouth, a stream of sour and bitter taste let you immediately open a mouth, but we are still is enthusiastic. No matter what we do, huanguoshu never gets angry dopie, always smiling and let us misbehaving in him.
Not only as a child so huangguoshu, he told us the whole village is this. He stood silently in our village, as we cover the wind, the rain, and foster homes. The old man who went to, whose mouth added, whose children up on the school, which field of corn, which field of peanuts, his heart is clear. In his mind, the village is his everything. He is always so meet, so nice. He stood there, is desireless, hundreds, even thousands of years of waiting, the type. Murphy, in his heart to have a secret? For who keep what promise? In the heart of the villagers, he had not only is a tree, but they hope is, and is in the heart of their god. The Spring Festival, the village every family can give he burned incense and on him hang article a red cloth, your hair dryer, full of red cloth waving tree, pretty great.
Soon after, that a few branches long root of HuangGuo branches were sawed off and carried away, under the shade of the huangguoshu immediately missing a large, huanguoshu moment also became a residual limb brokeback, old man suddenly enormously. But this is the beginning of the nightmare. Soon after, the other a few tree root small branches and been covered with bags, wait until long root, and be sawed off). Under the huangguoshu arm all gone, with only a bare body, those people don't pass it to this battered the huangguoshu, they even root also to pieces. When the body of the huangguoshu were dug up to my car, I saw, huanguoshu tears, the whole village people cry.
Our not, from our village disappeared altogether, leaving only a call our village. I found that a long time, we have been a layer of the creeping village around. People no longer easily huangguoshu name mentioned, and no more easily to original tree down, just in the Chinese New Year when in the original feast still burn incense, adopting the huangguoshu position.
Our left, I always wanted to know he was planted in which place of the city. He lives in the village so many years, has blown spoil the rural hundreds of years of wind, used to see the country the wood smoke in the air, accustomed to listening to hundreds of bark chicken calls, so suddenly left to the city life foakley sunglasses, whether he will habit? Whether he will miss us this country?