What kind of season is winter?
It is the fog of Nanjing
It's the smog of Beijing
It is as hot as the heating of the Sahara Desert in the north
It is as wet and cold as the cold wind on the shores of Lake Baikal in the south
It is a quilt that cannot be drilled, a hand that cannot hold a pen, a short skirt that cannot be worn, and a cough that cannot be stopped.
All in all, not a good season.
Most of the time, we just curl up in our down jackets and hope that winter will pass quickly.
But in everyone's life, there will always be a few winters, and you will hope that it will never pass.
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/ Grandpa's Flowers Bloom /
When I was 22 years old, I realized that in fact, the human body is as rhythmic as all things.
In winter, hundreds of trees wither, and it is also the most difficult season for the seriously ill elderly.
Most of the old people of the grandfather generation walked in the winter.
As soon as people reach the age of 20, it seems that they have to start dealing with life, old age, illness and death frequently, the older generation of people have withered away, friends who have had a relationship with one day suddenly heard the news that he suffered an unexpected departure, and even they began to be afraid of physical examinations, as if they always felt that as long as they were examined, there would be something wrong.
But this time, it was my grandfather's turn, my grandmother died early, and after retiring from the steel factory, he lived alone in the old house in his hometown.
He loves flowers, and in steel mills that are forever shrouded in smoke and haze, he also has to fill the windowsill of his dormitory with flowers.
The steel mill's dormitories have heating — in fact, the excess hot water from the boiler is burned and piped into the dormitories. We are nominally the south here, that is, the kind of south that leans on the Yangtze River, the wet and cold air in winter is pervasive, and the northerners will be frozen and can't stand it when they come, but there is no collective heating.
In that large part of the family did not install air conditioning, installed air conditioning a large part of the reluctance to open, willing to open a large part of the only willing to open in the summer years, grandpa's dormitory is my paradise, during the winter vacation, I always begged my parents to send me to grandpa.
Grandpa was also always doting on me, I liked the fried potato chips at the roadside stall, he was afraid that the gutter oil was unhealthy, and every day when he came back from work, he used the most expensive peanuts to fry for me to eat, and after eating, he would pick up the gardener's manual and teach me to recognize flowers and plant flowers.
When he got home, he planted flowers in his backyard, he raised many chickens, named each chicken, and could even predict the date when they would lay their eggs. He raises the chickens like children, calls out their names, and the chickens will jump happily on his arms.
In the end, he was reluctant to eat these chickens, nor was he willing to sell them, and he raised them as pets.
We were afraid that he would be alone and wanted to take him to live around, but he was afraid of affecting our freedom, and he also wanted his own freedom, and he always smiled and said, "A person is very good, and there is a yard in the city where I can plant flowers." ”
In the winter, Grandpa collapsed in his garden, and by the time the neighbors found out, it was too late.
On the day of my grandfather's burial, I returned to my hometown and walked into his old house, and the backyard was full of plum blossoms and molan, and as soon as I entered the house, the aroma of daffodils came to my nose.
Only then did I find out that all the flowers that my grandfather planted were flowers that bloomed in winter.
The neighbor said that Grandpa had left with a smile.
/ Apocalyptic Snow /
On December 21, 2012, the end of the world predicted by the Maya, it snowed heavily in Beijing.
The Mayans predicted that this day would be the last lesson in linear algebra, and it was common sense that the last lesson would draw the focus of the exam, which was the last straw for a poor student like me. But maybe the end of the world has arrived, and the teacher has shown a noble sentiment of seeing death as a homecoming, and is particularly calm and talking without pain or itch.
You sat next to me, gently pulled my clothes, and said, so boring, let's go to the Forbidden City to see the snow, today is the end of the world, I heard that after watching the snow scene of the Forbidden City, this life is worth it.
I was overwhelmed by hang-up worries and pushed you away irritably.
You laugh and giggle and say that it is the end of the world, and you are still afraid of hanging up.
I ignore you.
You still insist: it seems that the teacher will not draw the point, let's go, come back and I will draw it for you.
In the end, you dragged me hard to the Forbidden City, you did not lie to me, the Forbidden City was gently covered by ice and snow under the sunset, if you did not see it once before the end of the world, it was indeed a waste of life.
When I came back, you stayed with me in the study room for three all-nighters, the only 90-point semester in my math.
Then you say, since you have been with you for three nights, it is better to accompany you for another winter.
I think it seems quite reasonable, so we rode a bicycle through the old Beijing city on Christmas Eve and then went to the school hospital together with a heavy cold to get a hanging needle, crossed the Chinese New Year's Eve counted down 321 with the crowd at the World Trade Center, and then the mobile phone was out of power and could not get the car back to the school Roommate almost called the police, hurried to hit the black car to Beijing West Railway Station and then met the police to interrogate the nephew and niece who played the driver in danger.
Now, how I wish that winter was really the end of the world.
But now, there is no end to the world, and there is no science in mathematics, as if I did not have you.
Boys couldn't sweat in the sun.
Girls can't wear nice clothes and take light steps.
So winter love has nothing to do with hormones, only about love itself.
In winter, there is fog, and there is also steaming steam when you get together to eat hot pot.
There's a haze in winter, and there's a snowflake that gently burrows into your neck.
Winter is long, as if it were longer than spring and autumn combined.
Winter is also very short, Singles' Day is Christmas, Christmas is New Year's Day, New Year's Day is Spring Festival, Spring Festival is Valentine's Day, and it is spring when it is over.
How cold the winter is, how deep the warmth in the winter is.
How desolate the winter is, how innocent the emotions in the winter are.
Happy winter to you.
—Ends—