Original author: Shang Zonghan | Inner Mongolia Alxa League
Snowy Night Sticks to the Hearth Wine Talk
Get up in the morning and push open the window, oh! It's snowing in my world! The sky is low and cloudy, the snow is like a butterfly, the sky is flying, the trees are wrapped in silver, and the wind is falling rapidly. When the winter snow comes, will spring be far away?
This document was given to three volunteers, in the late autumn and early winter of this year, when the "epidemic" situation occurred in Alxa, the snow closed the road on the night, and insisted on sticking to a certain anti-"epidemic" intersection.
Handwritten notes by the author
The warm light in the electric furnace
Make a small, faint noise
Three volunteers inside the tent
Drink from the hearth
Prairie white
Peanut rice Pickled shallots
Giggle three peanut beans
Three glasses of wine do not need to be touched
A out of the tent
lookout
Beneath your feet was a foot of snow
Thump
Face-to-face
The cold wind is as cold as a knife
Heavy snow sealed the road
Back to the tent
Suck on the drops
Reach for the electric stove
It seems that tonight's perseverance
Silence Silence Silence
Chopsticks onions
The cheeks are convex and concave
Three squeaks
Three glasses of wine and another belly
A red-hot stove
And the three of them had flushed faces
Contrast
The wind stirs the snow
It is this night that cannot be peaceful
B drink a cup of your own
The three of us drank like this
A cup of C self-anhydride
Cup a cup
You roar twice
Distant sea market lip building
Camel caravans are like moving people
Mysterious dreams are in the sky
Cross the prairie to your side
Hear camel bells ringing in the clouds
……
Three thousand years of watchfulness is only for your arrival
The wind of that night didn't keep you either
The wind of this valley accompanied me to cry
Your camel bell is still ringing in my ears
A's singing voice
Inside and outside in this snowstorm tent
It's been going on for a long time
There was another moment of silence
Snow fell in the wine glass
The song fell on the hearts of the three people
I don't know how long it has been
B said
Half a month of perseverance
It's rare to be idle tonight
Come and fill up the wine
The wind is still rushing
The snow is still busy
Three grandfathers
In a slight drunkenness
Talk about each of them
A history of old love
A stood up and said
My story
It is Li Chunbo's teacher song "Xiaofang"
Improvised
There was a girl in the village
Called Xiaofang
Looks good and beautiful...
I can't sing
It was a snowy night
Get lost in the Gobi Desert
Notice that there is a bright light ahead
Like a drowning person grasping a life-saving straw
Ben Liangguang crawled desperately
It turned out to be a yurt
A one-night stand happened
Then she became my child
It's C's turn
Never opened his mouth
Tears welled up
Originally
He and she are doll kisses
It's a green plum bamboo horse again
Go to school together and sit in the same class
Until high school graduation
Her gold list title
But his name is Sun Shan
She went to college
He worked everywhere
Earn money for her
afterward
She became someone else's bride
Shadows at Night (Short Story)
It was a summer night, she worked overtime until late at night, dragging her tired body, blowing the cool breeze of the summer night, looking at the full moon of "fifteen moons, sixteen circles" in the sky, humming "The night of the military port, quiet... "The song, light step familiar with the road home.
It was the middle of the month, the moonlight was like silver, and the street lights were confused. The community road she walked on was lined with dense trees and deep winding paths. The moonlight sprinkled spots of light through the gaps in the branches, like broken silver on the path. Her slender figure, in the moonlight, against the background of the flowing long skirt, is concave and convex, and it looks so beautiful and charming! Like the seven fairies in the heavens...
Suddenly, a shadow, like a heavenly soldier descending, wrapped an arm around her neck, and a dagger, shining cold in the moonlight, in front of her eyes. "Don't shout, obediently follow me, otherwise, a knife will kill you!" Shadow dragged her toward a wide green belt while whispering viciously. She immediately calmed down from panic from his whispered tone. "Good big brother! I listen to you. She said softly. As he walked with the man, he said, "Big brother, there is something to discuss." You let go and want to strangle your sister! After the man let go, he grabbed her hand again, and the dagger was still dangling in front of her eyes. After she saw the man let go of his hand, she said with a sneer, "Big brother, are you robbing color, or are you robbing money?" "Robbery! "Haha," she said with a smile, "big brother, sister has three sentences, after saying to you, you can do whatever you want, okay?" "Say quickly, don't play tricks, I can't wait, my dagger is not a vegetarian." As he spoke, he drew a dagger at her throat two or three times. When the man listened to her three sentences, he grabbed ten hundred yuan in one hand, anxious like a dog that lost his family, busy like a fish that slipped through the net, and escaped.
It turned out that she looked at this man for a moment, and she was suddenly angry, so she did not panic. So, she took out 1,000 yuan from her satchel and said to the man: "Big brother, I am already a half-old Xu Niang, this 1,000 yuan to send you, enough for you to find a young girl; you now take the money, hurry up, not enough to commit a crime, I am a lawyer, understand the law; I give this 1,000 yuan, even if I give you, not a robbery, I will not call the police, you and I are safe." If you want to be tough, you and I will have to lose both, and no one will be better! ”......
It's really one: the female lawyer meets the gangster late at night, calm and witty, knows that the gangster can't trap the beast fight; spends a small amount of money to keep it safe, and the wisdom fades the devil's scarf and does not let the eyebrows be raised.
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Shang Zonghan, a lover of grassroots literature. A native of Liangping, Ning County, Qingyang City, Gansu Province, he now lives in Alxa Left Banner, Inner Mongolia. There are hundreds of original works (novels, prose and poems), scattered in Inner Mongolia Daily, Longdong Bao, Alxa Daily, and also scattered in "Language Classroom", "Wangzi Jackie Chan Language", "WeChat Reading", "Zhongxiangmei", "LongyuanFeng", "Alxa Literature", "Ju Yanhai" and other publications, as well as "Baidu Network, Tengxun Network, Surging Network" and dozens of literary network platforms. Among them, there are four essays, which won the National Literary Network Platform Essay Award.