Thatyear,grandmapassedaway,lookingatthefatherwhocouldnotsendgrandmatothecemetery,Iknewthemeaningofdeath,andfinally,theelderbrothertooktheplaceofmyfathertosendgrandmatothegraveyard!Iwasfourteenyearsold.Itissaidthattheworldthatknowsnothingeventchairrental,keepsgoing,willhavethesurprise.But,Iknowhalfofit.Thatyear,Iwasfifteenyearsold,myfatherwasdevastatedbyillness,andIwaslyingtheremotionless,withmymother&39;shandholdingthemanshehadlovedforalifetime.Atthatmoment,Iknewthetasteofdeath.Perhapsforothers,nothing,butformeandmymother,amountaincollapsed!Iunderstandthetasteofdeath,inamoment,Iammature:lifeanddeathisalifecycle,noonecanstopit.Thatyear,Iwenttothecountytowntoreadhighschool.Wavinggoodbyetothemotherandsisterstandingunderthepeartreeatthevillageentranceelectronicbidet,Ireadthehopeintheireyes!Iknowthetasteofparting:theeagle,always,leavethenest,spreadthewingstosoar!Words,letmeunderstandthetasteofdeparture,andthetasteofmissing...Intherainoftheseason,Ieagerlydrewonthenectarofknowledge.Inthemorning,onthedewypath,Icouldhearthesoundofmyreading;Intheevening,Icanseethestepsofmyclingingvine,whichisfullofsunsetcolors.Onthenightofthemoon,undertheyellowlightofthecampus,Istillhavemyunweariedback...Theschoolorganizedaessaycontestontheflowerseason.Iameagertotry,severaldayandnightefforts,anarticleentitled"wordsfloatintheflowerseasonofthesky"ispostedonthecampusoftheexcellentessaycolumn,manystudentsaretalkingabout:whoah,writegood!WhenIwenthomeontheweekendbridalmakeupclass,Iwasalittlesmugabouttellingmymotheraboutit,andonlyafewyearslater,themotheroftheprivateschoolhadsmiledweakly:thechildren,thebeautifulseason,thewordsaremorebeautiful.Ifyoudon&39;tworkhard,wordscanquityourflowerseasonsky!Idonotunderstand,ask:thetextwillfloat?Howcoulditgetoutofmysky?Themothersaidearnestly:words,thereisasoul.Ilookedatmysister:doyouunderstand?Whenmysisterfinishedmiddleschool,shedidn&39;tgotoschoolandhelphermother.Sistersmiled,pointedtothelittleswallowontheroof:yousee,theswallowisbig,alwaysflyout!Ifaheartwindowisopened:theoutsideworldisbig,Iamsmall.Justliketheseaofwordsisboundless,andIamjustaseaoflightboats!Words,teachmetounderstandthebroadmeaning,andthewarmthoflove!Thatyear,18yearsold,butmettheblackJulystorm,stayontheshoreofthecanoebridge!Silentlyalongthatfamiliardirtroad,stepbystep,veryslowly,thirtymilesofroaduntilmidnight!Aman,alonelyheart.Thatnight,exactly,nomoon!Gentlypushopenthedoorthatlights.Onlyoneeye,mytearsstreamdown:elderlymotherinclinedonthechair,hiseyeshalf-closed,sleepthesleep,theyellowlightmomentfullofwrinklesintheface,writefullofvicissitudesoflife,butIclearlysawthemotherheadspikesofwhitehair,sodazzling,myheartbeverypainful!Notsmall,Ihavegrownup,Ishouldnotletmymothercarrytheburdenofstartingup!Inthepast,Ionlyknowhowmenwrite,atthismoment,Ireallyunderstandtheman&39;sresponsibilityandresponsibility,andtheselflesslove!Takeoffyourclothes,goover,andputthemgentlyonyourmother&39;sbody."Back?Whyisitsolate?Didyoueat?Aseriesofworrieshungoverhermother&39;sheart.Itissaidthatthemanhastearsandnotlight,atthistime,thelanguageissuperfluous,Iholdtightlytothemother&39;sthinshoulders,alumpinthethroat:I,outoftheothersideofthebridge...Midnight,isthemostquiettimeofthevillageday,whilemyheart,butliketherollingsea,theMercedesofthewildhorse,whereisI,theharbor,thelandofthenest?"Boy,notthisyear,nextyear.Notalltheeffortshavepaidoff,likemom,Igaveyoulove,andIamhappytoseeyouallgrowupandlivehappily.Thenightisnotyet,theheartisbroken.Whatdoyouwantmetousetodescribethemood?Speechless,youhavetaughtmetrue!Somesaythatrainisthesadnessofthesky.Lonely,isthehearttoclimbupthedesire!Isay,thetears,isthebottomoftheheartbabblingnotes;Silenceisthespringofthesoul.Thatyear,theonlypersonwhosentmetothevillagepeartreewasmymother,whowasalreadyawife.Youinthewind,whitehair,weakbody,andlonelyeyes,allgavemeupwardforce.Atthatmoment,thewords,letmeexplainthemotherlovegreat!Atthatmoment,Ibecamethehometownofthedeparture,thewordsletmeunderstandthemeaningofhomesickness!Thememoryofyouthisengravedonthewheeloftheyears,thewindchimesoflifearestrungtogetherwithfragments,orshallow,orzhangcrazy,letthewordstell.Whenyoutapthesewords,itismidnight.Thehelpless,homesick,listentothevoiceofthesilentnight,whosestoryisthedirectionoftheheart?Whosepersistenceendowsthevicissitudesoftime?Tonight,whenthelightispouringdown,thewordshavebeenimplantedinmytime.Someofthepast,letmemisteyes,tearswetheartwords;Somethoughts,thecloudsarelight,withtheyearsstaticaction!Encounterwords,thefateoflife,cannotforget!
