tuoshuren help to work

Author Liu Xieyang volatile ink, smoke, Xiushan streams have recently, backtracking, always feel the impact of ink or the door to door fell dejected .
When Huang years, childhood memories have been f system, fortunately the situation it also clearly retained in the brain.
Often through the old yard, or even see pictures of the old lane house, always can't help to think of that door, remember that leisurely "squeak." the door .
The most close to the forehead, or Shushiji years ago grandpa was still alive when the door, there is a thick and mottled cancellous doors. Although it does not have a modern urban paint color, no alloy solid, no glass and iron decoration style is elegant, it is a pure natural wood door. But it inadvertently became a turning point in my lifedata centre.
Every morning, I heard a "creak." the voice sounded, know grandfather opened the doors to a new day, with comfortable light will always run in happy to fill the whole room. In the evening, it is a "door squeak." sounded, it was my grandfather in isolation field with the mountain of darkness. Then, the jade month Hui light will slip in through the door, like water gently, also has such as downy desolate.
I'm still Yayaxueyu is a wooden door, feel oneself highly flattered back from the flat bag, the bag is heavy, until I carried the drum drum bag, process every step of the way back reenex cps, always cannot do without the door.
In their hands, the house will be turned, the door and grandpa lived in that house, was isolated in a.  

My family lives in my unit organs compound, is responsible for the hospital garbage is a sixty year old woman. She is not tall, very fat, but it looks strong and healthy. In my impression is always wearing a straw hat, neck hung a towel, pulling the two handcart a round baffle is high, sweat. Her monthly salary less than four hundred yuan, heard or tuoshuren help to work.

Regardless of wind and rain, heat and cold, she always on time in the time I go to work. Empty, full into the car, sometimes a car is not fit to second times, and even have third cars, she is still a step forward, his!

The compound cut has a slope road ten metres near forty degrees, but intermediate design steps for step, otherwise, the old woman is in any case not move heavy truck discharge door. The first time to give her a hand is my son to send his son to school, walking into a mouth to cry to say he's on duty today not earlier called him, I pursued him to change let him buy breakfast, his head also don't return rushed outside, I would hit the heart love, school actively still afraid of man it is a good thing, and hungry he a two meal can eat slowly under the problem might be. Heart to think he slowed down, take a look, not far away in front of a wagon is slowly creeping slope. I stepped up the pace to catch up with great care, the hands at the back of the baffle, secretly pulled, according to the old woman pace slowly push. The distance of ten meters but with my usual twenty times, reach the top of the hill, car tail is more and more low, probably is the old woman feel the car more relaxed than usual to estimate the help she stopped to have a look who it is. I hurriedly go ahead, immediately smiled at her, she could not speak I have been to the oncoming five road bus waved up. Through the window, the old woman stop there left holding the handlebar right hand straw hat to me hard rocking, until the corner only to find that she stop volatile cap hand wipe the sweat with a towel.