Today is a cold day, and I long for a heavy snow
On the day of the winter solstice, the sun is warm and the temperature is not cold. I happily jumped on the floor of the community with square bricks and said happily: Such a warm weather is really my favorite! Neighbor Grandma said: Don't be too happy too soon, the winter solstice sunrise, the New Year frozen cattle. New Year's Day is cold and can't go out.
Sure enough, half a month ago, the weather forecast, today the temperature dropped by about ten degrees, and there will be heavy snow. I was a little expectant, in my heart, there is no snow in winter, just like the spring does not fly a kite, always make people feel that this spring is incomplete. And last winter there was no snow, and there was a light snow on the night of the sixteenth day of the first month, and the next day it was sunny, and I didn't feel the snow at all. It snowed twice after the winter this year, but it only snowed for a few minutes, and the snow was too small to feel at all. No, it's going to snow, I have a fantasy, if there is a snow, I can take Peipei to play with the snow, build a snowman with him, and then let him write an essay, how interesting!
In recent days, the weather has indeed become cold, the morning before yesterday, I got up to run, and in the afternoon I had a cold and my head hurt. I was a little scared again, afraid that the temperature would drop and it would snow again, and it would be very cold. My body like this, I must not be able to stand the cold, it is snowing heavily, let alone going out to build snowmen, I may not even dare to go out of the door. Because colds are very uncomfortable .
This morning, because of snooze, I got up at 7:20, cooked an egg and finished eating, and walked out of the house. It was overcast, the dark clouds were overhead, the cold wind was blowing, and I put my hat on my head, wearing a mask, and my whole face was wrapped around, showing only my eyes.
There were not many pedestrians on the road, and in the park along the river, there were old people playing tai chi, and occasionally a few runners ran past me. The two aunts in front of me chatted while walking: "These two weeks are cold, there is heavy snow, this year's New Year is frozen everywhere, we can't go out, just drill the bed." ”
I began to fantasize about ice, river sealing, lamei opening, heavy snow. What a sight to behold! It seems that I have not encountered such a cold winter scenery in several years!!
Today's Great Cold Festival is the last of the twenty-four solar terms, after the Great Cold, it is the New Year, and after the New Year, it is the first of the twenty-four solar terms - Li Chun. Another four-season cycle.
The twenty-four solar terms are an integral part of the traditional culture of the Chinese nation and have a long history. As early as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the mainland had the concept of The South of the Sun and the North of japan. Subsequently, according to the position of the sun and the moon at the beginning of the month and the middle of the month, and natural phenomena such as weather and the growth of animals and plants, people used the relationship between them to divide the year into 24 equal parts, and gave each equal part a proper name to form twenty-four solar terms.
Great cold, which means that the weather is extremely cold, because there are constantly cold waves heading south during this period, so most parts of the country are the coldest period of the year during the cold season. The climate is characterized by strong winds and snow, and the snow on the ground is not easy to melt away, and there is a scene of ice and snow everywhere. In ancient times, there were also three seasons during the great cold festival, namely "one waiting for chicken milk; two waiting for birds to be sick; and three waiting for water and water to be strong." This means that as soon as the cold season arrives, the hen can hatch the chicks again, and the eagle is also the most predatory at this time, often circling in the air in search of food. In the last five days of the year, the ice in the river is also the hardest and strongest. However, after the great cold festival, it is the beginning of spring, which also means that the next year's solar cycle has begun.
In the folk widely circulated "big cold and small cold, frozen into ice balls", "big cold and small cold, frozen to death of cats and dogs", "la seven la eight, frozen to death jackdaw" and other agricultural proverbs, which also highlights the big cold and small cold is the coldest time of the year.
On the vast land of the mainland, during the cold season, except for the winterless areas of southern China and southern Yunnan, they have been dressed in winter costumes. Especially in this small northern city where I live, 3949 is the coldest time, freezing hands and feet, freezing face and ears, still becoming a habit.
In the middle of the year, the seasons will end, and the cold winter will go to sleep, and it is more of a taste of time. It is the vicissitudes of the years, the footprints of time.
The annual rings cycle into winter, in the cold silence, the hustle and bustle of the world, and all the labors and labors seem out of place. Let's unsaddle less in the initial journey. Eyebrows drooping, the heating steaming, and we snoozed through the videos, reminiscing about the past. After reading the thousand sails of the past, the weight of life is overwhelming, calm and unhappy, precipitating and waiting, opening the next reincarnation, only wishing that we are finally calm and finally peaceful.
Time is like water, the flow becomes wider and wider, the more calm it becomes. Life is like tea, long is more mellow, bitter after sweet, tired after the sound.
In the cold winter, on the land of the northern country, if there are snowflakes dancing and reading the world in a monologue, that is my interpretation of the years after I have experienced the mountains and rivers. Children wrapped in thick winter coats in the park work together to build an ugly snowman, secretly take out the carrot on the side of their mother's board as their nose, and find a tree branch to use as their hair. The roasted sweet potatoes on the street are steaming, and the uncle and aunt who sells baked sweet potatoes are rubbing their palms and stomping their feet, and the voice is shouting: "Baked sweet potatoes - not sweet, no money -- " In the cold season, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, a solemn atmosphere between heaven and earth, we use earthly warmth to resist the cold of the wind knife and frost sword, and the red and bright fire is pouring into the city in memory.
In the winter, especially before and after the great cold festival, the favorite is the hot pot, steaming hot, sweating, we eat hot pot, chat about the day. And because it is close to the New Year, all kinds of dried fruits are ready to stop, three or five close friends wash their faces together, do the body, and then go to a friend's house, eat pistachios, cashews, pine nuts, macadamia nuts... Friends brewed us a cup of tea, we quietly tasted tea, quietly felt friendship. My favorite was to go to the Hui's lamb shop and order a pot of lamb. As soon as the lid of the pot is lifted, the hot air that jumps out immediately makes the glasses lenses foggy, the lamb "nourishing" out of the oil, and the yam goji berries dotted in between them neutralize the smell of the sheep. As a super foodie, I always follow the times, replenish the seasons, and appreciate the gifts and inspiration of nature in the midst of love.
The cold has arrived, the snow has not yet fallen, and I am eager for the next heavy snow, burying the dirty past and nurturing the future of good hope. In the cycle of reincarnation in the next season, everything is won and everything is desired.
The cold has arrived, and I long to return to the old courtyard of my hometown, light a warm lamp, and write a text filled with the smell of fireworks, quiet and deep. I was still a child, and my parents were still very young, I watched the snow in the courtyard, admired the red color of the plum and the whiteness of the snow, and waited for my parents to boil my favorite meat for me...