Snow in memory
Sue lights
Thigh-deep snow
Pave the way to school
Two toes of the wet rubber shoes are exposed
And the creak of bamboo breaking
It hurts
The snow is still falling
Hordes of dolls
White beard, white hat
At the foot of the same white-bearded old man.-
Crumbling oven
In the small hands that are covered with frostbite
Shout cold
The earth that sleeps all night
Only then was he awakened by the whistle of the end of class
The snow had stopped suddenly
The male dolls are under the eaves of the roof covered with ice skates
Squeeze the oil slag to beat the kidnappers
Under the window, the girls quietly sipped their mouths
Just a pop of white
Those old-fashioned mountains hunched over their waists
In the soft and simple mist that the female dolls spit out
It has become a panda with black eyes
In the cold of the snow
He also mischievously shook the white hair on his body
Never seen again
A snow as big as it was twenty years ago
Those memories of steaming with frostbite
I can only be used as a fine wine stored in the cellar
Wait for the earth to rest After the grain returns to the warehouse after the chickens and dogs enter the nest
On a cold and freezing day
Take it out to warm a pot
And those childhoods that are pure as dreams
Tell us about the past
(The author is the vice chairman of the Kaizhou District Writers Association)
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