The past is like smoke “piano stage art”

Since my wife was not around me, I have stopped using the stove which makes people angry at first sight, because it is not a coal-saving furnace. Burning two honeycomb briquette in one night will also make the furnace cool. But on several cold days, in order to keep warm, I had to light the stove again. I went to the back of the house to pick up some withered branches and hay, lit it with a few pieces of waste paper and put it into the hearth. Suddenly, a puff of smoke rose in the room, followed by the mist around the Yunshan Mountain. Looking at the gradually burning flame in the stove, my wife’s figure when she was cooking in the past unconsciously appeared in front of my eyes. In the late autumn of that year, my wife brought my three-year-old daughter to a mountain school where I worked. Although our family lived in a single dormitory of only 15 square meters, we lived in the same room for drinking, eating and living, but we had a happy and enviable life. Every morning, my wife would get up early to make a fire to cook and prepare a delicious breakfast for me to get up. I had a meal and went to work. She coaxed her daughter to play while picking up empty pots and bowls to prepare lunch. Sometimes she took her daughter to the nearby market to buy vegetables. When I got off work at noon, my wife must have cooked the dishes in the water again. Everything was ready, and when I came home to order noodles. In the evening, after the three of us had a delicious meal, I would take their mother and daughter to the nearby fields and Riverside to play with the children when I was free. At that time, our living conditions were very simple. Cooking was made by burning a piece of coal in a honeycomb briquette stove with a smoke pipe, but it was different at night, and it would be destroyed if we made a piece of coal. His wife tried to catch two pieces of coal again, hoping to make another breakfast the next day. However, when she was going to cook the next day, the fire was already dying. After his wife touched the temperament of the stove, she would not let it waste any more. After dinner every day, my wife let the fire go out by herself, The fire started again the next day. A few days later, the speed of his wife’s fire was surprisingly fast. In less than a minute, the fire was burning vigorously, and the coal block was also burning red. The fire seedlings went up and forth through the coal hole, together with the teachers living in a courtyard, they praised her endlessly, shouting to ask her for advice. Once, my wife handed me a bowl of mixed noodles, which happened to be seen by a colleague passing by. He joked to me: someone was eating, someone was drinking, someone was washing clothes, someone is accompanying me to enjoy a happy life. How comfortable it is! My wife is a rural woman who takes care of my three-year-old daughter at home. I teach in a middle school in a remote mountainous area. I seldom go home except for winter and summer holidays. Every time when it comes to the slack season, my wife will make some steamed buns with white flour, buy some vegetables that I like to eat, and transfer several buses with my daughter from the distant hometown to accompany me. During the busy farming season, my wife went to work with my parents. At this time, she became a good labor in our family. One autumn harvest, due to the heavy rain for several days, the land is soft and the road is rotten, so it is difficult to harvest corn in the land. In order to sow wheat before Frost fell, as soon as it cleared up, his wife put on rain boots and went to the ground to pull corn cobs. His daughter also wanted to go with her mother when crying. His wife had no choice but to do so, I had to let my daughter sit in the shelf car. She pulled the corn cobs, two bags and three bags of the whole mu of land which had been broken off back to her home with heavy steps. Every muddy track was full of her hard work sweat. Every time I think of this, I can’t help ashamed of it. One year at the beginning of school, my acute appendicitis was sudden, which made me unable to stand up. The school leader immediately called my wife who was 50 kilometers away. At that time, she was still working in a restaurant in the city, after hearing the news, she hurriedly asked for leave and made an appointment with me to meet in a hospital in the downtown. I was escorted by several colleagues and sent to the hospital for treatment. My wife also rushed to the hospital in a dusty way. When she saw my miserable appearance, she couldn’t help shedding tears. My wife is not a person who has nothing to do with things. I often admire her skill and toughness secretly. She asked the doctor about my condition. When she knew that I needed an operation, she agreed without hesitation and comforted me again and again that she was not afraid of it. She just had a small operation and would recover soon after finishing it. It was because of my wife’s comfort and encouragement that I had the courage to enter the operating room. Surgery day, It was my wife who held my hand tightly and sent me into the operating room with warm eyes. During the week of recuperating after the operation, it was my wife who fed me to eat and drink water one by one. It was my wife who asked me about the cold, asked me about the warm cover and changed the shoe-top for me to wash. It was my wife who helped me step. After my recovery, I went back to work, but my wife was still not at ease and would follow me to take care of everything for a period of time. My daughter is old enough to go to kindergarten. The wife picks up her daughter to school sooner or later, and insists on working for a restaurant. I advised her to take good care of her daughter wholeheartedly. There was no need to work so hard. She said that she was idle as well, so it was better to do some work, which was a little supplement to the family. My wife often teaches my children. Teach her daughter to recite ancient poems and sing children’s songs, teach her to read and draw, play with children, play with children, make love for her, take a bath and change clothes, from morning to night, at night, I also got up from time to time to cover my daughter’s bedding. She regards raising children as her own duty. She loves children more than her own life. I was always silent, but I seldom told my wife some intimate words. She also knew that I was always busy with work and pretended to have a lot of things in my heart, so I seldom disturbed me. My life became dull and boring because I seldom cared about taking care of her mother and daughter, and I couldn’t find the happiness of life. However, my depression always makes me unsmiling and almost indifferent. This made me deeply realize that without love, there would be no happiness and joy. To be honest, my wife did all kinds of housework. I took the responsibility of being a father, a husband and a family member in vain, all the responsibilities were resigned to his wife. Her wife worshiped her parents at home and did housework and farm work. She never complained about the life of oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, pots and pans. The harmonious and prosperous style of the family was envied by neighbors. As for me, a scholar who came from school and then went to school to teach, who lived a meal and stretched out his hands, saying that he was a literary and elegant man, and didn’t think this was happiness at all, and regard it as common. Even when my colleagues were jealous of me and jokingly talked about how unrestrained and moist I was, I just laughed at it with disdain, I didn’t really experience my sense of superiority and pride. I thought it was very common between husband and wife. How often do I think my wife’s words are unnecessary; How often do I care about her feelings and be arbitrary, but complain that she didn’t persuade me afterwards; How often, I just care about my job and career blindly, and leave my complaints about my job and future to her without reservation, either because I dislike her, or because I dislike her, and when she turned around and cried secretly, I did not care about her and let her bear it alone. However, when I was alone and tired of dealing with life, what I thought most was her and my wife: she understood me most, supported me most and cared about me most, enlighten me most. At that time, the fire was burning vigorously, and my wife’s busy and light figure flashed in front of me one by one. My eyes began to be sour and moist gradually. I don’t know whether it is for the sadness that I am alone now, or the wisps of smoke just lit blowing into my eyes. (Author’s profile: The original name is Wu Liqiang, and the pen name is pastoral, Qingye, chunyun Shiyu. Born in 1976, he graduated from Shaanxi Institute of Education in 1999 with a bachelor’s degree in Chinese. He began to publish his works in 2008 and joined Baoji Writers Association in 2011. I usually like reading books and newspapers, and I like literary creation. Many essays, poems and papers have been published in the literature quarterly of tongken River, the literature quarterly of jintaiguan, the Shaanxi rural daily, home literature, Baoji Daily, Citizen weekly, friends of head teachers, teacher newspaper, provincial and municipal newspaper and magazine websites such as “Chinese prose writers association” and “prose Online”.) Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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