Blue Unheard/Memories in the Snow

【About the author】Shang Hongyun, a native of Mengyin, Shandong, retired cadre. A member of the Shandong Provincial Prose Literature Association and the Linyi Writers Association, he began to create literature in 2015 and published more than 200,000 words of poetry and prose in various newspapers and magazines. Published a collection of essays, "Walking through the Spring of Winter Snow"

Memories in the snow

Author: Shang Hongyun

Just after the winter solstice, the circle of friends was brushed by the cold tide blue warning screen, and the comfortable winter sun could not help but have some doubts about the weather forecast. When I woke up this morning and pushed open the window, a cold wind instantly rushed in, and suddenly there was a chill, the sky was gray, and the small snowflakes that loomed were fluttering and fluttering, falling to the ground and branches, leaving a faint white shadow. I stretched out my hands, so easy to catch a snowflake, instantly melted in the palm of my hand, cool, refreshing. Oh, Snow Maiden, long gone.

The mark of winter as a child is that there is a lot of snow, it is particularly cold, the sky is always gloomy, and every few days there are snowflakes. When I woke up in the morning, the earth was covered with snow, and the fields were covered with white, and all living things were wrapped in snow. The elders always say: "Ruixue Mega Year", we also hope that the more snow falls, the more abundant the next year. Although it is cold, I still prefer snowy days, I like the fluttering snowflakes, I like the snow white on the ground under the sun, I like the string of crystal clear ice skates under the eaves... At that time, there was no cement road, the village was connected to the village was a dirt sheep gut trail, and when we carried our school bags to school, the snow on the road had been stepped on by the early adults, the narrow snow road was slippery, and I accidentally fell on an ass pier, but I preferred to walk the snow that no one had stepped on next to me, and the sound of "crunching" was particularly enjoyable. The price is a shoe of snow water, always a rebuke when you go home, and you continue to wear wet shoes to class, but next time you will continue to teach as usual. I don't want to fight a snowball fight, I think it's a wild child playing, just watching the game from a distance, letting the classmates throw snowballs all over the sky, playing hot. I especially like to be quietly alone and admire the wires wrapped in ice between the poles, carefully observed in the sun, glowing with colorful lights, and the whistle-like creaking sound of the wind blowing like pleasant music.

On the days when the snow covered the fields, the villagers had nothing to do, and the young people were eager to move, thinking about catching some wild meat and beating the tooth sacrifice, bringing good tools to the mountains and the wilderness, carefully observing the footprints left on the snow, according to the shape, you can judge which is the dog, which is the wolf, which is the rabbit, once it is accurate, they will catch up. Rabbits in the snow can't run fast, and when they meet a strong boy, they become a bag, and the lucky whole family enjoys a sumptuous dinner.

I remember that year I lived with my parents in the commune compound in the countryside, after a heavy snow, a few young people took action, they followed the footprints all the way, did not catch rabbits, but encountered a litter of wolf cubs, fortunately the wolf mother foraged for food, naughty they did not know what to do, but they brought back one. At night they put the wolf cubs in the firewood room of the commune canteen, which was a big disaster, and in the middle of the night, they only listened to the low roar of wolves around the compound, which was creepy and creepy. Our parents quietly told us not to make a sound, not to go out, and we were too frightened to come out. After dawn, a few young people hurriedly stepped on the snow and obediently sent the wolf cubs to the intersection, so that the she-wolf could take them back. It was the first and only time in my life that I had seen a living wolf. When I think about it now, I admire the motherhood of wolves, the cohesion of wolves, and the team spirit. Later, after reading Jiang Rong's novel "Wolf Totem", I felt that the wolf was not as sinister and cunning as the legend and imagination, if it did not deliberately invade it, it would not take the initiative to attack people, but its blood and spirituality were worth learning from humans.

Throughout the ancient and modern times, the descriptions of snow by literati and inkers are mostly praise, typing "stepping on snow and looking for plums" in the computer will jump out hundreds of ancient poems, and other descriptions of snow scenes are even more numerous. It can be seen that people have a special love for snow. It is only with the increase of modernization and the global warming that snow has become more and more stingy for human beings, and sometimes even the whole winter has not seen the care of snow. On a cold winter day, people's love and attachment to snow is understandable. Looking at the snowflakes flying outside the window, I seemed to see that next year was another harvest year.

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