On the first day of the tenth lunar month, I went back to the village as usual to deliver winter clothes to the ancestors. It's past the beginning of winter, the weather is getting cooler day by day, and the leaves are almost gone.
I came back early, and my sister hadn't arrived yet. I waited for my sister to come and go up the mountain together. I stood in the doorway. The vermilion gate has faded from the wind and rain, and the paint on the surface is also mottled, like a barren face. The cat's eye broke out at some point, and the round hole was like a door opening a deep eye, and the clutter in the courtyard was facing off against the outside. The lock was pouted high and wrapped in layers of plastic bags to prevent rainwater from entering and rusting. I recognized the dead knot as the last time I tied it. Not a single acquaintance walked through the street. The house is separated by an alley to the west, and there are steps to bask in the sun. I walked over and stood in the small bright sunlight, standing in a row with the old house. I looked at the old house, and the old house looked at me. I saw a few vassons growing on the roof, and it saw the frost falling on top of me. We were tacitly silent. Behind the old house is my sister-in-law's house, why don't you go over and warm up!After taking two steps, he froze. My cousin has been gone for several years, and my sister-in-law has changed her route again, and I don't know what to say when we meet. Besides, my sister-in-law may not be at home at the moment. I reached for the key on the door and unlocked it. 
I was standing on the balcony of the main house. Because the houses on the south side were built high, the sun always reached the main house very late, and there was always a weak appearance, and the light was obliquely shining. There was a crack in the windowsill, which seemed to widen a little more with each return, something that the wall had done secretly while no one was away. Old pickles were still drying on the windowsill, waiting for people to come back and clean up. Under the eaves there were two pieces of wood, braced, like the hook of the word "I". The blanket on the kang is still the same color as it was. Through the glass, I saw a copy of "Selected Magazines", which I brought home when I was with my father. There were also two stacks of gold and silver foil, which I don't know which time I used them. I didn't have to go inside the house to know that there were my toiletries on the cupboard, and a few leftover chocolates in the candy box next to it. Underneath the cabinet are my slippers. My towel hangs behind the door. It's just that no one spoke, or they all did, I didn't hear it. The hemp paper on the windows was gone. I remember when I left that year, I freshly pasted the windows. The linen paper is white, and the small checkered windows remind me of the steaming steamed buns that have just come out of the pot during the Chinese New Year. The wind also eats, the rain eats, the day eats, and the night eats, and slowly they swallow up the hemp paper, leaving only the dry window lattice. When the wind rises, when the snow falls, through the window, through the crack in the wall, how cold is it in that house!It's time to glue the windows. I was standing in the sun on the balcony, still cold. Didn't enter the house. I know it's as cold inside and outside the house, and even colder than it is inside. 
A shovel under the firewood room woke me up, tidy up the yard. The yard was not big in the first place, but houses were built on all sides, and the yard was even smaller. This is the small courtyard and old house where I grew up. The yard is covered with green bricks, and I only came back some time ago to weed, and the grass does not grow very barbaric. I shoveled hard the grass sprouts that sprouted along the cracks in the bricks, the dust that had fallen on the ground over the years, and the moss ...... in the shadeThe shovel rubbed against the ground and made a "stab-stab-stab" sound, and the small courtyard was singing a cheerful song. I piled the weeds on top of the pile from last time. I remember that the last weeding was in the summer when the grass and trees were verdant, and there were a lot of piles, and there were almost no wilts in a few months. Time is a thief!He picked up a broom and cleaned the courtyard. In the past, the family had to sweep the yard every day. Especially during the Chinese New Year, my father or brother would clean every corner of the yard thoroughly. It's just that I didn't realize that one day we were all going to leave this place. In the gap at the root of the south wall, two centella asiatica plants grew green and green, exuding layers of warmth, not as cold as before. This grass has the effect of clearing away heat and relieving heat. In the summer, I was very prone to heat stroke, and I don't remember if my mother had planted seeds in the yard. When the courtyard was empty, they guarded it for me. 
I turned around to follow the voice and saw a man standing in the doorway. I squinted to adjust to the change in light, and we called out each other's names as we approached each other. I knew that her father had died and that her mother had followed her. "Is your mother well?"It's gone. Just over a hundred days. "We are all orphans. "I didn't bring the keys to the yard. She said, "I want to go back and see, but I can't bear to go back." "Remember to bring the keys home later. Slowly get used to it. "We wept silently. We want to hug and cry, but we avoid each other, avoid one person, hide for a while. That person was her own sister, my best friend. He died in love that spring. Countless times I want to walk into that yard and there are many wonderful memories there. But I didn't know how to deal with an old couple, and I was afraid that my health and brightness would burn the old man's heart again. I've been preparing for this, and I'm sure I'll be ready. The village is small. Once, the wind of her house blew into the courtyard of my house and brought a word. The old people said that since Lan Lan left, Lili had never set foot in this courtyard again. I told the wind that I would go the next time the wind came up. I think that when the old couple saw me, they saw their girl alive, just as when I saw them, I saw my father and mother. But after all, I didn't wait for the wind to come. In the end, I still live as a kind person. On this cold morning, we turned the cups of water we had drunk over the years into tears one after another. My sister came in, and we both wiped away our tears. Some words can only be said to one person, and some tears can only be said to one **. My sister and I walked up the mountain. My sister is old and can't go too fast. Maybe it's because the mountains are closer to the sun and aren't as cold. Give all the tributes, and ...... the winter clothes and banknotes that were sent to the elderlyGather it up and light it. Clusters of flames danced, and I felt the chill dissipate. Looking at the names of my father and mother on the inscription, my heart was warm. They gave me warmth many years ago, and it was I who hid them in places I couldn't find on my own. When I give winter clothes, I wake up, collect, exchange, and store this warmth in my heart. Then I will have the ability to love and live against this long winter that is coming.