Those years of those snows
Chen Suhua | wen
Wake up in the morning, read the Yongxue poems in the circle of friends, get up in a hurry, and push open the window in a hurry, wanting to see a thousand miles of snow drifting as promised, but what disappoints people is that the distant mountain top is only foggy, not even a snowflake is missing, and the ground is clean.
A few days ago, on TV, mobile phones were predicted to have heavy snow. Walking at night, bowing his head in the cold wind, shrinking his neck, wrapping his clothes tightly and hurrying forward, the sleet under the street lamp is also drifting. I thought: There will definitely be a heavy snow waiting for us tomorrow. Now, I can't help but sigh: snow, I have lost my appointment again! Around the winter solstice, there is no snow, as if it can't stand the arrival of winter. When I think of it, let's just write about the snow of those years.
When I was a child, it snowed in my hometown, the snow in the yard was not thick, I looked for snow to build snowmen everywhere, and the snowmen were not good at all, and they were dirty, but they didn't affect my mood at all, as long as there was snow, I built snowmen, and if I couldn't pile bigger, I pinched small snowmen, and pinched several small snowmen to play with me. The brothers were in a clearing to sweep the snow clean, using a short wooden stick to support a round sieve and sprinkle the clay in the Shugu School textbook to catch the little sparrow, saying that it was caught for me to play, I quietly and my brother grabbed the small sparrow in the distance, such as the small sparrow to throw the net, waiting for me to have no patience, leaving my brother to continue to wait, simply roasting the fire. That prop has been on hold for two or three days, even the snow has disappeared, and finally did not catch a small sparrow, very disappointed! I felt that my brother was lying to me, because in exchange for me to wash my brothers' clothes in the snow, to lay dirty clothes (sweaters) flat on the snow, to beat the clothes with a smooth little wooden stick, so that the dust on the sweater fell to the snow, I enjoyed it, and when I got tired of this way of playing with the snow, I said that the clothes were clean, and pointed to the faint black shadow on the snow as evidence. My brother smiled and didn't care, and gave me a hot baked potato, or rewarded me with something else delicious or fun. Looking back now, the unforgettable funny thing in the snow was that my brother warmed and accompanied my lonely and weak heart with their unique love, giving me a different kind of happiness and security.
The biggest snow I have ever seen in my memory was when I was studying in Gannan, when the plateau town was shrouded in "thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting", my classmates and I, after studying in the evening, through the dim street lights and snow light, happily stepped on the "creaky" snow in the big playground to play wildly, build snowmen, fight snowballs, and even roll in the snow, which was enough for our group of big children from "Tibet Xiang Jiangnan" who had not played heavy snow. Whenever this time, there are many people on the playground, everyone is playing freely, singing the song of Mizuki Nianhua over there, singing ren Xianqi's song here, singing here and that side, and then laughing, so not lively. The cheers of the boys who play football in the snow are the coolest; the boys who play guitars and sing "Love Because of Love" in the snow are the most dragged; holding the Walkman with their classmates, listening to the white eyebrows, and the white heads are also the happiest.
Every New Year's Day night, always have to go around the snowy playground, play for a while, sing "Tomorrow will be better", fifteen-year-old flower season, sixteen-year-old rainy season, sing those "teenagers do not know the taste of sorrow, for the new words to say sad" faint sadness to yesterday; with the feet as a pen on the snow lyrics, write a big "facing the sea, spring and warm flowers" "from tomorrow to be a happy person"; write their own little wishes; and then draw a picture that only they can understand, write a picture, write a painting, the playground has become a big flower face, It doesn't matter, because the snowflakes sprinkled on the ocean understand your strange thoughts, and after a while, nothing will be there. The distant and beautiful Gannan has my fiery youth, my struggle, and my indelible youth memories. And that care and warmth from outside the family.
When the eldest child shouted "I can't even pile up a real snowman", I was a little helpless, in order to leave no regrets for the child. In the winter when the child was eleven years old, a long-lost snow stained the mountains and rivers, and also put snow-white hats on the roof, and our family decided to build a snowman on the roof immediately. My younger son and I took a shovel to shovel snow all over the roof, my lover and eldest son built snowmen, the snow was too thin to withstand our back-and-forth walking, it had turned into water and ice, we did not dare to slacken off, division of labor and cooperation, and finally a decent snowman was piled up, and a hard iceman stood proudly on the roof. Our hands were frozen, the children's hands were frozen red, but the little ones were still in high spirits, and they were dressing up with painstaking efforts: coal as eyes, threshed corn cobs as noses, orange peels as mouths, wearing a straw hat, draped in sheets, majestic, and looking, and our family happily took photos with the snowman. Using the mobile phone lens to freeze the picture of love melting, but also let the child have a good memory of snow.
"It's snowing! It's snowing! It's so nice" with a childish voice that pulled my mind back. Outside the window, there are really snowflakes, it seems, the old saying is right, there is no snow day, the most beautiful is the snow day. Snow, no missing appointment, just came a little late, snowflakes flying, love will never be absent!
About the Author
Chen Suhua, female, from Zhouqu, Gansu, is currently working at Fengdi New District Middle School in Zhouqu County.
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