go out of the door

Standing in the courtyard door, he saw his father is working, half yard shabby black MianDaYi wrapped with his body, the leg straight up fine fine ground stretch out a long, like a pair of old stick inclined in that, Another leg half kneeling.

Two hands with hewn a stele attentively. YiJiPing found father look different from before, but hard to knock before, but now, but he knocked for a moment, people will stop, with the mouth blowing the above stone, and spray palm carefully fondle it again, then look long. He seems to be waiting for snow stopped. Could snow are always kept, and with him a stalemate, so sparse and stretches underground.

YiJiPing stood silently courtyard door, arousing the hot tears, his eyes towards the door daren't. My father to let he go out of the door, cut for fifteen years steles, now but he himself empty-handed.