He seemed to be locked in a dome-like glass cover, and groups of people were running through the glass, hurrying and chaotic, swarming like putting out a fire or charging, shouting with their mouths open but unable to hear the sound.

The woman in big flower jacket did not hit him, she just cried and went to cry. He heard the woman's thrilling cry, and he was creepy, knowing that he had committed it. He saw the tall blushing man jumping over, his ears buzzed, and then the waves became calm. He seemed to be locked in a dome-like glass cover, and groups of people were running through the glass, hurrying and chaotic, swarming like putting out a fire or charging, shouting with their mouths open but unable to hear the sound. He saw two thick legs moving, and two shabby fur shoes came straight to his chest. Then he heard a frog in his stomach scream, and his body flew lightly again, and a sweet liquid surged into his throat. He only cried, and immediately thought of the yellow puppy that was dragging his intestines in the dust on the street. Why doesn’t the puppy bark? He thought over and over again. The fur shoes kept making him fuck. He suddenly felt that his intestines were dragged out like that puppy, and their intestines were covered with golden soil. The poplar branch that he had put down had taken down for a lot of effort also flew. The branches were as flexible as leather strips whistling like a strong wind, and the branches were splashing one after another. A fresh smell of poplar juice spread on his lips. He was rolling on the ground at first, but later he chewed the soil on his mouth and didn't move.
　The sand and soil gradually cooled down, and the temperature on his body dropped with the sand and soil. He lay face down, and the tiny sand and dust were constantly sucked into his nostrils. He wanted to move, but he didn't know where his body was. He tried hard to think about the position of his limbs and finally thought of the arms first. He stretched his arms hard, his neck seemed to be broken, and his cervical vertebrae was clattering. He lay down again heavy, his mouth full of sand and his tongue was so stiff that it could not bend. After taking three bites of sand and soil, he finally turned over. At this time, he looked up at the night sky with great pain. The moon was already in the south, and it faded away from its blood and became bright. The dark sky also turned into a beautiful silver-gray color. There was a golden glow shining in the river sand. The light was very cold, surrounding him from all directions, stabbing him like a knife. He stared at the lonely moon with help. The moon shone on him, the moon's face was pale, and the shadows in the moon were extremely clear. He had never looked at the moon so seriously, and the shadows in it surprised him. He felt it was very strange and closed his eyes and forgot what it looked like. He thought hard about the moon, and his father's face emerged from the pale moon.
　　He only found out what his father looked like today. My father had two swollen eyes, and his eyes were like pears soaked in salt water. My father was also very tall when he knelt on the ground. The fur shoes may have been kicked by my father, but maybe I didn't. The father knelt down and begged: "Secretary, you don't see the villain's monster. I will beat this puppy hard. His ten lives are not worth Xiao Zhenzi's life. As long as Xiao Zhenzi is safe and sound, I will cut the flesh on my body..." The secretary smiled at his father. The secretary's eyes were filled with blue smoke.
　　The brother dragged him home. His heels were scratching the hard ground. After walking for a long time, I haven't gotten out of the shadow of poplar tree . The shadow of the magpie flying by swept his face like fluff.
　　The brother threw him into the yard, kicked him hard at his butt, shouting, "Get up! You are causing trouble for the family!" He lay on the ground and refused to move. His brother kicked his butt forcefully and said, "Get up! You have committed a crime and have made merits, right?"
　 He stood up miraculously, stepped back to the corner of the wall, and after standing still, he looked at his thin brother in horror.
　　The brother said to his mother angrily: "Forget it, killing him, keeping it is also a disaster. I had hope of becoming a soldier this year, but now it's all done."
　He looked at his mother sadly, and his mother had never beaten him. My mother came over with tears in her eyes and he called out aggrievedly, and tears and snot flowed out.
　　But my mother scolded fiercely: "Bidan! Are you still crying? Is it so unfair? I won't relieve my hatred if I beat you to death!"
　　Mother's hand wearing a copper thimble pulled into his ears hard. He howled.The sound that was unlike humans could make my mother stunned for a moment. She bent down and pulled out a dry cotton firewood from the haystack, and sucked it at him without a nose or eyes. The cotton firewood was clattering, frightening the sparrows on the wall into the twilight like bullets. He leaned his body hard under the wall, watching the red arc drawn by cotton firewood in front of his eyes...
　The thin cock crow in the village woke him from the mist. His stomach seemed to condense into a lump of ice, his whole body was cold, the moon went west, and the sky was covered with tiles. He wanted to turn over, but he actually turned over easily, his body rolling like a log. Of course he didn't know that he was rolling down a small slope, under which there was a pitiful stack of sweet potato vines. The purple-glided potato vines had a faint bitter smell, and groups of fireflies , the size of date pits, were crawling on the potato vines, flying in his eyes and ears.
　　Father came shakingly, and mother slowly retreated aside with the cotton firewood that had been shaped into a bare pole.
　　"Get up!" Father roared angrily. He shrank his body back with force.
　　He shrank his body back with force, and the sweet potato vines squirted. The moonlight was everywhere, and the river was filled with frost. Haystacks were like bunkers, placing in chaos on the river. The sweet and fishy liquid rushed into his throat again, and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide and spit out clots like gnocchi. The spitting clot was placed beside his mouth, like the cat shit he had seen before. He was so scared that a vague premonition appeared.
　It was a daughter-in-law with slender eyebrows. She was lying on a reed mat with her face like purple petals. There were a few people next to me crying like singing. This young wife is so beautiful. She looks like a flower when she lives, and she looks more like a flower when she dies. He followed a group of people to watch the fun. It was an empty house with a red belt hanging on the beam. The deceased's face was calm and peaceful, and he ignored everyone. The red-faced branch secretary in the brigade came to visit the dead in tears, and everyone quickly made way for him. The branch secretary stood in front of the little wife's body, tears filled his eyes, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on the little wife's face. The eyebrows were slim like a dovetail. The branch secretary suddenly melted on the ground, and transparent liquid flowed out of his body. People say that the young wife died a pity. A person who is unknown in life can attract so many people's attention after his death, and even the branch secretary has come, but it is obvious that death is not a bad thing. He thought that death was a very tempting thing at that time. As the messy crowd walked out of the empty house, he soon forgot his little wife to death. Now, the young wife, dead, and vaguely the yellow puppy, came to him along the bottom of the silver river, without resentment or anger. He had heard their hustle and bustle of footsteps and saw their huge black wings.
　After seeing the wings, he suddenly understood his ins and outs. He saw himself walking around the river with the cold frost flowers , walking around in the river, and groups of eel slid around in the water like vermicelli. He squeezed the eels away and landed in a house with a shiny black glaze. The little north wind blew in unceremoniously from the rat hole, the chimney, and the cracks in the wall. He looked at the golden world angrily, and the sunlight in the cold winter shone in through the window paper, shining on the pile of fine sand on the kang. He fell wet on the sand, his body rolling with fine sand. He cried hard for the coldness of the world. My father said, "Howl, howl, howl, howl, howl when she is born!" After hearing his father's words, he felt even more cold, and his body was like a silkworm spinning silk, shrinking smaller and smaller, covered with wrinkles.
　At that moment yesterday afternoon, he leaned against his earthen wall with trembling, watching his father step by step. The sunset shines on my father's tall body and on my father's sad face. He saw his father walking over naked, wearing shoes, and high and low. My father held a shoe in his left hand and his neck in his right hand, lifted it up gently, and threw it hard. For the third time, he felt himself flying in the air. He got up dizzyly and found that his father was taller and his long shadow covered the entire yard. The father and brother were like paper men cut out of paper shells, shaking in the blood-red sunset.My mother's thick-soled old shoe hit his head for the first time, almost nailing his neck into the cavity. The old shoe fell more on his back, and he was anxious and slowed down, and the soles became thinner and thinner, and pieces of soil flew away.
　　"I won't relieve my hatred if I beat you to death! A bastard. I really don't have any grudges or grudges." The father said sadly. His hands kept talking, and the thinned soles of his shoes were in contact with his sticky spine, making louder and louder sounds. He was so angry that he was unbearable that his heart was as stiff as an iron mass. He developed a desire to speak, which became stronger with his father's knock. He heard himself shouting at the top of his lungs: "Shit!"
　　Father was stunned, and his shoes fell silently to the ground. He saw his father's eyes full of green tears, and the blood vessels on his neck were squirming like green worms. He gritted his teeth and shouted at his father again: "Stinky shit!" His father purred in a low voice, picked a stiff hemp rope from the eaves, put it in the salt water in the pickle jar and soaked it carefully, stretched out his arms, and the rope dripped with turbid water. "Pick off his pants!" said the father to his brother. My brother was trembling all over and swam over from the yellow sunshine of a great road. In front of him, my brother stood still, not daring to look at his eyes, but looked at his father's eyes, muttering, "Dad, don't peel it..." My father waved his hand decisively and said, "Pick it, don't break the pants." My brother's eyes quickly passed through his frozen face and fishbone-like chest, staring straight at his pants. The brother bent down. He felt a coldness between his thighs, and his pants fell like clouds, placing them under his feet. The brother pinched his left ankle, pulled out half of his pants, and then pinched his right ankle, pulling away the entire pants. He felt his skin be peeled off. Looking at his brother's shadow retracting and backwards, he shouted again: "Stinky shit!"
　　Father waved the rope. The rope was flying in the air, and when it approached his butt, it suddenly straightened and made a crisp sound. He snorted, and the words he used to scolding squeezed out from his teeth again. His father slapped him for forty ropes in a row, and he called forty words in a row. At the last moment, when the rope fell on his butt, it was not straight, curved, and weak; his screams were also curved, weak, much like a painful moan. My father threw the colored rope to the ground and entered the house panting. My mother and brother also entered the house. The mother said to her father angrily, "You beat me to death, I don't want to live anymore. You beat my mother to death, but you can't catch up with death even though you are old and confused. They are all your confused father. Even though they know that the Communist Party is coming, they still buy twenty acres of waterlogged land where rabbits do not shit. They are divided into an upper middle peasant, one generation, two generations and three generations, and they are all so alive without humanity or ghost." The brother said, "Then why did you marry an old middle peasant? How many poor and lower middle peasants can't marry you?" The mother cried out loudly, and her father was also "告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告告My mother's screams sounded on the river bank: Tiger-Tiger-Tiger-Tiger-Lalala-My miserable child-a-a-ah-a-ah-. The scream made him feel pain and itchy in the area where he was still conscious, and his heart was filled with joy after revenge. He shouted with all his might, a burning heat in his chest, a dry piece of paper ruptured in his sensation, followed by an unbearable cold. He even heard the sound of himself falling into the ice hole, and the semi-solidified ice water splashed seven or eight pieces of ice chips, and fixed him.
　The moment when the bright red sun was about to rise, he was awakened by a heavy and barbaric singing.The song is like the whistling wind in the ancient forest, carrying dead branches, leaves, mud and turbid water rolling through the dry river channel. After the strong wind, there was a strange, nervous silence. In this silence, the sun slowly emerged from the mountain, and it was playing warm music. The music caressed his scarred buttocks and ignited the flames in his head. The yellow and red ones finally turned green and smaller, and they jumped a few times in a dark way and went out.
　　When people found him, he was dead... His parents' eyes were dull, like the eyes of fish... The people's faces were like a desolate desert, looking at his sunny butt... It seemed to be looking at a bright face, as if looking at myself...