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winter
It is a season with a unique style
Less impetuous, more tranquil
The sky is full of snow, the fire is rising...
Lovely you
Remember
What about the joy of winter?
READING
1. In winter, it seems to be tofu that falls from my father's chopsticks
Speaking of winter, I suddenly think of tofu. It is a "small foreign pot" (aluminum pot) white boiled tofu, steaming hot. The water was rolling, like a number of fish eyes, and a small piece of tofu was raised inside, tender and slippery, like a white fox coat worn backwards. The pot is on the "foreign stove" (kerosene does not beat the gas stove), and the stove is smoked black, the more white the tofu appears. It was night, the house was old, and although it was lit with "foreign lights", it was still dark. Sitting around the table were my father and three of our brothers. The "foreign stove" was too high, and my father had to often stand up, lean his face slightly, look at his eyes, reach into the chopsticks from the hot air, pick up the tofu, and put it in our soy sauce dish one by one. We sometimes do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, and it's always much better to sit back and enjoy it. It's not about eating, it's just playing. Father said that it was cold at night, and it was warmer to eat everyone. We all love this white water tofu; as soon as we come to the table, we look at the pot, wait for the heat, wait for the hot tofu to fall from my father's chopsticks.
Excerpt from Zhu Ziqing's Winter
2. In winter, you can burn a stove and sleep
After the winter vacation, you can sleep in. The cotton clothes were baked on the stove, and it was not very difficult to get up. In particular, the cotton shoes are baked hot and are really comfortable to wear. There are very few people in our house who produce iron stoves that burn coal. General heating, just copper stoves, foot stoves and hand stoves.
The foot stove is brass with a cover with multiple eyes. Inside is coarse bran. The coarse chaff is filled, and the shovel is covered with a few shovels of red ash from the unburned reed fire (we burn reeds there, called "reed firewood"). The coarse chaff was introduced, and a puff of smoke came out, and after a while, when the smoke ran out, you could cover the stove. The coarse bran burns slowly and can last a long time. The old ladies couldn't do without it. Idle, playing cards, every old lady has a foot stove at her feet. The coarse chaff in the foot stove is too solid, the air is not enough, the fire is gradually weakening, you have to use the "fire plate" to dig along the side of the stove twice, the coarse chaff is loosened, and the fire is strong. The foot stove is warm, and if the feet are not cold, the whole body is not cold. The smell of charred bran also smells good.
Excerpt from Wang Zengqi's "Winter"
3. In winter, bathing can be a big deal
Back then, in the winter, bathing was a big thing. Located in the south of the Yangtze River, it is not heated according to regulations. However, although the temperature is mostly above zero, it feels cold due to the humidity. Many northerners come here with colds and frostbite. In comparison, the people in this place are more hardy.
The adults finally remembered that we had come, and one by one, they were caught in the shower. Everyone screamed when they were caught, and at the same time, laughed wildly. This aunt of our family, a woman who has a way to have children, catches one at once, strips off her clothes three times and five times, and presses them in the bath.
We finally washed out one by one, as if peeling off a layer of skin. After soaking in soapy water, rubbing vigorously and rinsing with water, the whole body becomes red. And our throats, too, became hoarse because of screams and laughter. Washed clean, we were put on chairs by adults, and we were no longer allowed to go to the ground.
Excerpt from Wang Anyi's "The Winter Party"
4. Take a nap in the warm sun in winter
It was as if the sun had set and it was not yet completely dark: we could still feel the day and at the same time we could feel the night. It is like the time when a foot has stepped on the boat and the other is still on the shore: we can still feel the land, and at the same time we can feel the water.
We all know that there is day at night, and we all know that there is land on the boat, but it is only "knowing", not "real sense". I was long under the south window by the early winter sun, sweating and gradually wetting my shirt.
At this time, the "real feeling" of the bath day and the "real feeling" of the fan are mixed in my body, is this not a surprising experience?
So I simply threw away the book, lay down in the wicker chair in the corner, and used this mixed sense of reality to look around the room and feel that there were many things that had changed their appearance. Some things have become better: like this room, in the summer it is often thought that it is too small, the hole opens all the windows and doors, not enough, almost want to tear down the wall.
Excerpt from Feng Zikai's "Early Winter BathIng Day"
5. In winter, you can also go for a walk in the countryside
People who want to enjoy the winter scenery of Jiangnan will only feel a little happier in this kind of winter, because there are more sunny days, and there are naturally more opportunities to go to the countryside for leisure; Japanese and Germans who like hiking are most welcome in this kind of winter. The weather outside the window is as clear as late autumn; the crispness of the clear sky, the overflow of daylight, tempting you to sit still in the room, empty words are not as good as practice, this kind of boring essay, I no longer want to write down, or pick up the cane, put down the paper and pen, go for a walk on the lake!
Excerpt from Yu Dafu's Winter Scene in Jiangnan
6. In winter, don't forget to go home
In the early winter, I walked down the cool streets and met my brother.
"Sister Ying, where are you going?"
"Just walk around!"
"Let's go have a cup of coffee, okay, Sister Ying."
The windows of the coffee shop hung a pale layer of frost under the curtain. I put my fur-off coat at the neckline on the hanger. We started stirring the cups and rattling. "It's cold!" And it's too lonely, you're still good to go home. "My brother's eyes are dark black.
Excerpt from Xiao Hong's "Early Winter"
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