- "cough cough, feather?... feather you there is a person of knock what things?" 

-- "maomao maomao? Do you hear???????!!" 

I smell the smell of burning hot and cramped, and hear the drum like grandmother were noise general voice. She's head with a rush towards the elongation of salivary a mouthful of spittle, then out of a foot to above forcibly run over the ground, he climbed up the stone steps. The winds of her like a morbid big bird lost balance, topple. 

"Feather! Feather!" 

She tear up voice, with a shout. 

1999, I am unable to answer. And I see the same ZiQi cold tide from the room over continuously to over come, they are boring and ran quickly into my nose hole, ear canal, blood, bone, strong and enchanting. I ditching the woman's hand, jean set the xylophone gracefully to me smile, I loudly said to her, "you go, you go..." And finally, I was in tears. 

"Feather! How to wear such a tiny bit still running around?... fast, to back the son warm hand!" 

In the spring of 1999, my grandmother said to me. 

It was a hard abnormal brilliant sunset, the rosy clouds from the hillside in a segments to fall down, red the whole country. Insect birds had hidden to the track, but hear a heat wave as continuous rolling noisy cry. The south of the cold room, my grandmother from that keep her warm body temperature heatable adobe sleeping platform on sit up, she like an old shrimp like bow waist, a pair of soft cleaning the flaring flannelette shoes left to position. Her feet so safe to curl up into this only the mouth of the cave, and then another one. She poking stood up, the two small feet wretchedness ba ba di4 support her bloated body, looks are not harmonious way to make people laugh. 

"Feather, come, come." Her a hand to called me, want me to her there, one side the but again the miniature to me of the action. I saw the light through the window behind from grandmother in reverse, ordered firm on the ground, left a large bright light. In front of me, of her smile, seem to be very happy. But somehow, I found her face gaunt but in this serene in the evening to highlight a few minutes more. She used her a big and I feel for the show on my clothes fold, and then hold down my shoulder will I "sou" rotating once, I turned back to. I feel my grandmother brilliant raked the I braid on the rubber band, but they do not know from where she actually took a long JieEr new red rope son. I turned to look at her curiously, she's head in the rope, then put the crease place in her fluctuation two a corresponding canine place, the ceng ceng, finally put it off to two pieces. The grandmother a hand holding a son, her head bowed in a good mood, gather together the past look left, look right again, eventually returned to some smiles. 

Then, she took a dirty green plastic comb, in my head in disorder to toing and froing blow for a while, and then hand along my head raphe, hair twisted hand-writing pull-out become two. I feel her with a red tape at a gallop on my side of a coarse hair round ah around, around to the hou will simply random system a JieEr, followed by the other side. 

-- "hey. Feather! Feather!" 

-- "feather???????... feather which, you is really a agreeable little girl." 

-- "feather!... oh hey, zip zip zip..." 

In 1999, I was my grandmother pushed the plane with long mirror copper yellow front chest. I see his dry and coarse yellow brown hair was SuYan big red rope tightly wound, two braids high one low, a coarse a fine, they are funny and lonely, and I smiled. This year, spring, I found that my hair is streamed down lost, they are with the floating down from the roof of the gold dust, with wet answer of water vapor in the cold, like organdy rustle trembling. I feel the body with a hot burning pain, I instinctively shrinkage body, this kind of suffering makes me tremble.