What is there in the front?
CHAPTER ONE
The wind goes rushing through the small village, like swirling torrents or singing arrows, bellowing, sowing, thrilling, wailing, roaring, purling, whistling in front and echoing behind. Suddenly it goes softly with the whirlwind, until the tempest is past and silence resigns again.

It is a small wideness village locates between the boarders of Shanxi and Inner Mongolia, with few trees, few grass, and few flowers. Each year, the wind is strong. Standing behind the sky, the humble people are ignorant as a new born baby without knowing what is there in the front. They toil the soil with the feral, gnawing and tearing huger of land. So they often arise in the dark to hear the sleepy birds’ first chattering and the morning wind around the house while they wait for the first light from the sun

A blast of wind comes. It stirs the earth up to beat the every bone of the humble man. The dusts indulge in wanton massacre to the only wish of a good day.

This village is lack of water. Once, the water flows out of the tap. But it is only a legend long ago. The almighty father seems to make a joke to the local people. It hasn’t rained for years. The river gradually dies out, leaving the cracked and dry land as if the wrinkles on grandma’s forehead. The people once scourge wealth from the dear grandma restlessly, and gradually she grows older and older. Consequently, she is run out. The ruthless wind scrapes her bare body. Nobody knows what is there in the front.

This is the result, not causes. The causes are unenlightened men and women are huger for food. In order to make more money, they cut down all the trees. There are even no shattered places in the hot summer.

People collected water in jar. There is an old well inherited from grand -grand ma. It is 200 meters away from the temple. Each morning, women with bare feet carry water pails to the well. They don’t fight but wait in line. One of them looks the sky unconsciously. It is dawn. Their men are already in the field.
 
Gradually, the sun comes out. She looks at the waiting women in tease. The women do not talk, or argue, but there is a quite intentness in all of them.
The beginning of a day is the beginning of a torture of a body.

作者 冯萍
山西农业大学信息学院英语104班

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