Appreciation of the Beauty of the Text 丨 Winter Night Author: Ai Wu Recitation: Wang Hui

Author: Ai Wu Recitation: Wang Hui

Winter, a cold night. Next to the lonely road, under the sparse branches of the trees, I was the only one waiting for the last passenger car. Although there was a dark shadow crouching near the wall not far away, he was reaching out for money. On both sides of the road, villas with bright lights and windows stand near and far, smiling quietly at the dark blue sky. The road was cold and windy. The one or two dead leaves left on the branches also made broken cries from time to time.

The crouching black shadow took one of my copper plates and happily stood up to talk to me, complaining about the weather: "It's really cold, there is no colder than here!" ...... Sir, you say yes or no? ”

Seeing that he was not a nasty old man, he also said happily: "The countryside is afraid that it will be colder, right?" ”

"No, no," he coughed again, and if he was about to spit it out, he stuffed it in his throat.

I said, "Why?" You see the frost, the country houses and the fields, and they turn white in the morning, but you can't see anything in the streets."

After punching his chest a few times, he excitedly continued, "Yes, yes,...... The countryside is cold, you drill into the straw pile in front of people's doors to warm up... This street, ahem, ghost place! ...... And those mountains oh, colder than the countryside, cough, that's good! A lot of fire, a large and small family, hot! ......”

Then he talked about walking on winter nights in the mountains of the south on his prime. A person's wandering life, I like to inquire, and at the same time the car did not come, so I encouraged him to continue, he said that at night in those mountains, as long as you are a decent person, you can go all the way to the lights of the house, meet the sound of dogs, knock on the wood door under the shade of the tree, and boldly break in. Facing the people around the fire, whether he is male or female, with both hands on their shoulders, he gently put you in with the cold and wet body. The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes and hot tea will suddenly burst into your nose. Looking up, there are faint eyes flashing around, welcoming, and there is no blame for your abrupt look. When you first said that you came from there, a cup of hot strong tea was handed to your chin. The old woman instructed her granddaughter to turn the fire bigger and add more firewood, saying that the guest was going to warm his body; if you were warm, and if you did not feel tired, you could touch the chin of the child, twist their faces, make a little strange appearance, and give them a giggle. The young mother, as soon as she is happy, will encourage her child to take the roasted potato to be eaten, divide it in half, and put it in the hand of your guest. If you're going to spend the night at their house, their hospitality is even more attentive. If you take a break, warm up, and rush forward, as soon as you get out of the wood gate, you can also hear a farewell sound, "When you turn around, please come and play!" The old man was talking, and when the cold wind blew, he coughed again, and I forgot to hear the cold, and suddenly the old man pulled me and asked:

"Sir, what is the reason for this?" ...... People here, the fire must be burning a lot, look at how bright the windows are,...... Why don't they allow a foreigner to go in and roast his hands? ”

The passenger car roared from a distance, and I hurriedly waved his hand and said in a loud voice, "Because they are civilized people, unlike those in the mountains..."

Jumping into the bright car again, he was lifted off the ground. But in the distant southern mountains, inside the small lights, those rich and intoxicating warmths remained in my chest on the winter night.

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