At the birthday party, according to the custom in the countryside, relatives come a day in advance, and from noon on, everyone helps to cook. The first night dinner is the hometown characteristic, Saozi noodles, is longevity noodles. On such a big birthday, the family will kill a pig and do not go out to buy meat. The first day, they eat these, and save the good meat for the next day to make "nine big bowls". I sat in front of the court and wrote down the book and the gift, two bottles of five jin of white sugar and wine and so on. The gift was a bag of cigarettes. Turn the gift list page by page. "Dear mother" is my aunt's mother-in-law, eighty birthday, I have to call "dear mother". The women who came early to help cook in the stove, cut the white meat and dip the sauce, while doing the work while talking, how many pick the millet, the next day does not rain, etc. A big birthday is not easy, no one knows whether he will have another ten years, the guests are as happy as the mulberry leaves in front of the courtyard, Yankoutian, persimmon bay, Yagaotou, all come, the distant will not arrive until the next day. I once wondered: how did my aunt remember so many relatives? She did not take a special book to record, in her mind, a finger, according to the name of the relatives to be finished, so that the food arrangement, not too much or too little, in addition to remember the number of gifts sent by the family, the next opportunity to make up for the original number, or it is not considerate. Probably only this time, everyone seems to be happy, although the husband and wife do not sit on a bench, in front of the people also polite. In the twilight, the sound of the rice bowl clanged, the children played in front of the hall. It is easy to meet relatives in the countryside. No matter how good the relationship is before, it is just a simple greeting and a few words before they leave. Running into a childhood friend, the two sat under the eaves chatting. The air was filled with the smell of fireworks, and the earthen stove was smoky and choking. When he was smoking in the dim light, I really didn't recognize him. Looking after him, I thought he was a middle-aged man. While chatting with my family, I had heard something about him, and it seemed that he had already said that he was married, and that it was a woman not far away. Over the years, what we have experienced, most of their own hidden, and revealed a little, become a little talk with each other, not cold silence. After that, we did not see each other again. Later, we learned from our family that his daughter-in-law was pregnant. Meet like this, experienced a lot when returning home, childhood can comfort each other, and then meet has been very unfamiliar, many times simply say hello, say more, but embarrassed each other. "Life is like going to today, lying listening to the eaves flower fall half autumn." It was very cold in the countryside at night. The wind blew into my neck and I shivered with cold. I thought of Gong Zizhen's poem. Each of us is so busy moving forward that there is no spare energy or emotion to expend on the past. The so-called miss, but tired to rest under the tree, occasionally looking at the shade fell a little star, do not know whether it is flowers or light, or nothing. I know all this very well, and I seldom regret it. It is like playing at the threshold, watching the people at the door come and go again and again, occasionally able to say a few words, or come in for a drink of water, mostly just glancing at them, and then forgetting. Such a thin and cool attitude, but do not know what to do, can be affectionate is not forced, this is my apology to the world. Think of fei Ming "bridge" in the "window" wrote: "the mei school to crow temple main hall, xiao Lin saw a door only at first, with the main hall, the door gave him a deep feeling, he is the agent, via a corridor, to the main hall, fine bamboo under the plum tree in the front yard to play, he was wandering in the main hall, know the figure of Buddha." Another example is "He seems to have got everything, and the biggest void in the world is just the distance between man and me, which can hold the fantasy of a lifetime. He stands on the ground here, but he is drifting without a place. The beautiful woman dreams of time, with the extra kind eyes and innocence, and the clouds are rendering. I was like Mr. Xiao Lin in the book. Suddenly I was thrown back to my hometown. I was the same person as before, and the scenery had not changed much. Drifting nowhere, but for decades, with little improvement. In the old days, swallows often flew at home. They had never seen them fall to the ground. They were always very polite, and the family liked them very much. But if I compare myself to the resident swallow, my family will not like it, women want to IKEA is good, this is their wish.