This wasted winter
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The winter of the Ugly Year is long over, but I still dwell on it, including the fear of the spring of the Year of the Tiger. Why? It's all because of the snow.
The author currently has two fears, one is afraid to watch the weather forecast of CCTV, the east, west, south and north are snowing, heavy snow, heavy snow, heavy snow, snow and snow, non-stop snow, and even the southern Hunan Guizhou is raising underground snow, but jining city along the Yellow River where I live is a winter without snow. Disappointment after disappointment to despair again and again, waiting again and again to failure, and inexplicable jealousy and pity. The second is to be afraid of another "follow-up" in the spring. No matter how beautiful the spring is in the poet's pen, if you do not quickly make up for the "absence" of winter, there will be no chance if it does not snow, at least in my opinion, it is difficult to count on, it is ominous.
I'm really afraid of what's coming. Readers may remember that I once wrote "Love and Pity of Snow" on the day of the ugly "Heavy Snow" festival, and I also wrote "Winter Solstice Can Be Unhappy" on the day of the "Winter Solstice", all of which are bitter stories about the city where I live for many years without seeing snow shadows. It's all the trauma of too long and not having anything to do with the snow. However, I could not understand that my nostalgia and care for snow had reached such a deep level, and I even felt that the snow of winter was a redemption, and only the snow of winter could make thousands of beings glow with the color and radiance of life.
Think about it, the world-famous "Three Holes Sacred Relic" is always not covered by ice and snow, and what kind of desolation is it that cannot bear to read under the "nudity"? Liangshan, the birthplace of one hundred and eight generals, always lacks the outline of ice and snow, and how majestic will it be? How tedious and lonely will the vast weishan lake always get the gift of ice and snow? The Busy Grand Canal, which runs through the north and south boats, always gets the days of ice and snow, how can it have a short rest? The ancient pagoda of the Lingfo of Baoxiang Temple, which has a deep origin, always cannot get the blessings and wisdom of the ice and snow gate, how can it nourish the incense of the world, the vast and boundless wilderness can never get the dress wrapped in silver, and how can it compose the cheerful song of the five grains and abundance...
Ice and snow are the soul of winter. A season of lack of souls is really difficult. When it should snow, you can't see snow, when it's cold, it's not cold, and the charm of ice and snow is gone, which is indeed worthy of our horror and worry.
The author wrote these words to record my wasted winter - feelings - sighs - deep regret! Fortunately, after all, there is still the consolation from the visual feast of the Beijing Winter Olympics, and the prophetic flame...
(Sketched on February 14, 2022)
【About the author】Zhou Changxing (male), born in February 1949 in Huangnan Village, Nanzhan Town, Wenshang County, Shandong Province. He joined the army in February 1969. In September 1990, he returned to the local government to work for Jining Television. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a senior journalist and a poet. He has published long-form reportage "The Place where Kunpeng Took Off", long-form biographical literature "Don't Get Drunk and Don't Say Qiao Yu's Love of the Great River", "Qiao Yu's Love Song", "Great Us", "Big Wave Gold Rush" and so on. He was the author of the 39-episode large-scale TV series "Dajingjiu" of CCTV, and its "Commentary on Dajingjiu" published by Railway Publishing House has been used as an official textbook by the Communication University of China. After retirement, he devoted himself to the writing of online literature and won praise from readers at home and abroad for his grounded and independent works. The concept of "work first, reader first, life first" is the motivation and goal of his efforts to cultivate the subliminal folk.