The woman in the bathhouse

There is hot air everywhere, and shriveled breasts stare at me like two deep eyes.

I haven't been to the bathhouse for many years. The bathhouse in the village is small and crowded. Especially in the twelfth month, people can't breathe. So people often faint in the hall. In the sound of water and small talk, a person seems to have been stripped of his bones, collapsed to the ground, and fell feebly. At this time, people around were frightened and rushed to express their condolences. The person who rubs his back in the bathhouse is very experienced, instructing everyone to "let the next child, let the next child", "let everyone mix her up" and "which dressed person goes outside to pour a glass of water". After drinking the water, the white-faced man slowly opened his eyes: "I only know that it is dark in front of me ..." People around him are caring and considerate, which comes from the innate characteristics of women. In the face of weakness, they should pour warm eyes even if they can't help.

But one person is a special case. She is too stubborn, as stubborn as a general's armor. We all call her "Old General". The old general said a lot when he entered the bathhouse, like a machine gun, according to my corrupt statement. While undressing, I repeatedly said, "I'm afraid of fainting in the bathhouse." I didn't expect the old general to be afraid. The old general's clothes are all kinds of red, layer after layer. When the last layer left the skin, people around were surprised and said, "What a life! Skin and bones! "

"I have had surgery for ten years, and I have been unable to raise it from chest to back." The veteran showed the people around him the protruding scar with rough fingers. The long scar was crossed by the surgical line, which was brighter than the surrounding skin and became lightning on both sides. At that time, my tears fell straight down the faucet. Fortunately, there is fog, otherwise it will be noticed. The old general's chest hung like two huge tears. It is hard for us to remember that they raised three children, and it is hard to remember their countless lights in the moonlight. Nowadays, they are a burden. Take them away when taking a bath, and then swing them twice to return to the heavy silence.

The old general was put on the bench with no hair on his vulva. It completely sinks down and becomes an abyss that can't be stared at, shivering under the faucet. People have long forgotten how they came to this world from the womb, and they can't feel the pain and surprise. Since I was born, I have been getting farther and farther away from my mother. When I stared at my birthplace again, it was decades later. Standing on the ruins of my hometown, I suddenly wanted to build a temple to support some stubborn love.

And stubborn people have refused to admit it. Poverty in my hometown will never grow a flower.