Snow | the snowflakes of that year suddenly fell Author: Zang Jingliang

Childhood memories are white,

Just like this increasingly precious snow.

I still remember the eve of my childhood Chinese New Year's Eve,

The whole family was there

Waiting with piercing eyes,

Waiting for my father to bring back the grain,

Can live a rich Spring Festival.

From excitement to drowsiness,

From day to sunset,

Only the mother is still guarding the fire of hope

Until midnight,

Only then did I hear my father's creaky car.

We were like a flock of little birds

Excited

Help your lean and stubborn father

Unload the heavy harvest

Wheat and corn are still shining a seductive gold!

Father was so tired that he bent over,

Wrinkles on the face are written with smiles!

Mother put a large shovel of coal into the stove,

The fire jumped up the high ground,

At this time, snowflakes,

The snowflake that was as big as goose feathers and sympathetic

Suddenly falling,

Snowflakes like angels,

Bless your father who has just returned home

and the harvest that my father drove back,

And the family

A stable life.

That year's snowflakes suddenly fell!

About the author: Zang Jingliang, a native of Jinan, Shandong, loves words and is intoxicated with creation. He has been engaged in publicity and corporate culture work in state-owned enterprises for a long time, and a small number of literary works have appeared in various media.