In the northern part of Xinjiang along the Tianshan Mountains, spring comes particularly late. Just like the beauty who held the pipa half-covered her face. The wooden fortress at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains seems to be a forgotten corner of spring.
Some people describe the temper of the wooden people as like the weather, and it is cold in the morning and evening, so that the hands are shrunk into the sleeve pockets. At noon, people can sweat in their heads, and the temperature difference is so large that people doubt life. Yes, the temper of the wooden people is straightforward and does not have half a bend.
But don't be blinded by the illusion, look closely, the snow around the manhole cover hides the buds that have just emerged, yellow and weak, as if they have not woken up in a winter. From time to time, small insects crawl out of the pot and crawl in, and the new seedlings of stored garlic do not want to be lonely and drill out, leaving only an empty cortex...
But the weather was still cold, and the wind was still cold, especially in the mountain city. After going out, I found that the outdoor temperature was far from being comparable to the indoor temperature. Without the scene of Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Spring", the sun's face did become red, but the water did not rise, and the mountain did not run up. The rhythm of spring in literature is bright and bright. The children were happy, lively, and splendid. The trees are emerald green and the flowers are colorful.
It has been more than a month since Lichun, and it is gratifying that spring is closer. The snow is melting, and sometimes the sky is sprinkled with ice crystals, reminding you that it's not just spring. Reaching out, it took two or three minutes before the ice needle-like thing came into hand, and sure enough, the six petals were crystal clear. But the ice needle was very leisurely, like a bored girl, casually cutting cotton wool, cutting it to the very smallest pieces, and scattering it at will. This girl was so heartfelt even when she was most lost, and she couldn't help but be touched.
The most perceptible part of the spring in the wooden base is the melting of the snow. Water and snow, snow dragging water, casually like a stream. The children were happy, stomping on them with their feet, stomping on them hard, accompanied by cheerful laughter, splashing snow and water. Naughty children don't have so many ideas, blindly stomping on it, never caring if the shoes are wet or not, whether the trouser tubes are dirty. They are happy birds, even if there is no green wood, there is their own happiness.
I remember when I was a child, the snow was particularly thick, and there were patches of snow for children to play. The snow that melts during the day is frozen overnight, and there is no "danger" of collapse when you walk up. Kids are so happy to try this game. After the sun hangs, the game will be declared over, and no one will seriously investigate why, but it is agreed to continue the next morning.