"e;Chi Zijian prose"e; The classic article in the prose:"e;Dummy and Spring"e;. Deep snow fears spring breeze the most. Spring breeze is like a huge broom, sweeps deep snow on the ground. Deep snow is going melt as breeze sweeps it day by day. Lark comes and sunshine becomes soft. Galcier splits with passion and gurgle appears again. Green buds burst sunny slope's humus. Son of flowers looks as same as dawn, intersperses mountains everywhere. The very impressive spring comes. My childhood memory is related with an old dummy. In a remote and noiseless town, a disabled life. His name is fragile just like wing's of autumnal butterfly, gradually broke by wind and cold. No one remembers his name, everyone calls him old dummy.He is around forty or fifty years old, extraordinarily black, extraordinarily thin, and long neck, which exposed veins often reminds me that some earthworms spread and creep over there. The old dummy's work is to feed animals at production team, morning and night. It is often can hear the voice of chopping grass, "e; cha cha cha"e;, the sound likes a woman scrapes fresh scale, likes a man waves a sharping axe to chop. I often can see him when i and my friends are playing hoodman blind in production team's haystack. Old dummy folks a bunch of grass from haystack by iron rake, and carrys to the guillotine. Essentially, the grass is breathless, but because of a guillotine lies there, i feel grass is alive and old dummy becomes a deathsman. His hands are chilling. We always want to run away when we meet him. But he always catch us, because he mistakes that we has overturned haystack. In order to show that he supports our's hoodman blind, he waves his hands, shakes his head, shows indifferent attitude to us. We are still panic to move forward, he instinctively opens his mouth, try to detainment us by shout, His adam's apple is wriggling, makes the sound of "e;uh uh"e; such as choked heavy wheeze, but he could not say a word.