Wen | Shui Yun Jian Zhang Haiyan
In the morning, in the circle of friends, I saw the snow in the small town. I was glad that although the two places were not too far apart, fortunately, the provincial capital had not yet fallen.
Before long after the happiness, the sky of the provincial city also fluttered snowflakes, one after another, like white butterflies like reeds like dandelions, sweeping in the sky. After a while, the snow fell more and more tightly, accompanied by the wind, rolling and splashing in the air, reminiscent of: "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, the north wind blows geese and snow." In the air, in mid-air, on earth, from top to bottom, it was all white. Snow-covered tall buildings are like mountains, sidewalk trees are like soldiers standing guard, and the earth is like a sleeping baby in the arms of a mother. Everything is so simple and elegant, white and flawless, elegant and quiet, this scene is intoxicating.
All morning, the snow had been falling in a hurry. At noon, when I went to the supermarket to buy something, I saw that the snow on the road area was more than ten centimeters thick, and the wheels of the people riding electric vehicles were constantly slipping, twisting left and right, and then had to come down and push the car. There are also cars that slip in place and do not go. Given this extreme weather and harsh road conditions, there are very few vehicles and pedestrians on the street, and people can not go out without going out.
Worried that the road was icy in the evening, so my lover and I drove back in the afternoon, and I didn't expect to go all the way to home smoothly. We were on the main road, and the snow on the road was rolled up in time by the passing vehicles, so it was easy to walk.
Back to the warm home, the heart is much more solid, after all, the small city is the main battlefield of work and life, is the old base area. "Beautiful or not, hometown water, relatives or not, hometown people" "Even if he has the first month, not as good as a lamp in his hometown" After walking through thousands of mountains and rivers, the closest is still hometown.
In the evening, my dad called and asked if I was back, when did I come back, how did I get back? I answered them one by one. Then my dad gave the phone to my mom, and my mom said your dad has been hanging on to you, so much snow, I don't know if it's coming back...
A hot heart, I can't imagine that my father, who has always thought that I am the most eccentric, is actually still worried about me, maybe my father's love is deeper and introverted, I don't feel it deeply. However, it is also good to be concerned! hehe. To borrow Jia Pingwa's words: Only by having someone in your heart can you live. May you and I both have worries about being cared for, so that we can have the strength to live a life.
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Zhang Haiyan is a middle school teacher and a member of the Texas Writers Association. His works have been published in the Texas Evening News, Texas Daily, and various literary platforms.
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