Look at the snow by the side of the river
Taihang Zhuangzi
Finally survived a few cold winter days, the fog and dark clouds finally could not stop the cold north wind, and was buried in this angry winter night.
The early morning window screens are particularly bright, and occasionally you can hear the laughter of children like yellow warblers, how novel and strange it is on this late winter morning! I lifted the curtains, and oh, it was snowing! A layer of snow was not very thick on the lawn and on the ground in front of me, but the snow in the middle of the asphalt road was like the back of a sika deer, with white flowers, and the sides of the road were even more oily and black; and the red movement belt like a parabola was even more outstanding. A small child was holding aloft the hand that was catching the snow, chasing after his father, making a giggle.
Yeah, it was the laughter of the child that brought up my languid body, and it was time to go out for a walk. So I put on my clothes, stepped out of the house, and walked toward the Huan River.
For me, I love snow. Especially walking in the snow, watching the romance and comfort of "suddenly like a spring breeze in the night, thousands of trees and pear blossoms"; or climbing the north mountain of my village against the wind and snow to experience Li Bai's life helplessness of "climbing the Taihang Snowy Mountain"; or taking advantage of the poem "The snow is white but the spring is too late, so it is flying through the garden trees". The iron-bone pride of "wanting to drive away the light horse, and the snow is full of bows and knives" and the desolation of the world of "lonely boats and lonely fishing for the snow of the cold river" always make me cry. I seemed to run with the verse on a snowy evening, the horses hissing, the hooves rolling flowers, and I was wearing armor and holding a spear and shouting with the general. Suddenly, with a "pop" sound, the large snow flakes falling from the cypress tree startled my wandering thoughts.
At this time, the huan bank was silver and white, and the dwarf four seasons were covered with a jade blanket. And the water of the Huan River is as clear as jasper, like a water mirror. The snow in the sky was full of flowers, and the scenes of the willows flowing together, and they slanted toward the water without hesitation, and suddenly there was no trace of it. In the wind and snow, the Huan River rushed from the north and crashed into the south bank of Yin Ruins, forming a "several" shaped bend here, and then swinging unconvincingly to the east.
Forty kilometers up the Huan River, is the famous tributary of the Huan River, the Pink River, over the North Mountain of the Pink River, behind the mountain is my hometown Yanhuashui. I remember when I was in elementary school, it was also a snowy winter day, and I came back from school in the snow, broke the gates under the two wooden doors of my house, and went into the house to pull out the door plugs behind the doors. Obviously, my parents are not at home, what are you doing when it snows so much? Did you go to the door? I'll still cook, chop some millet, order millet, and there are baked sweet potatoes and nest heads in the coal fire cave. When I let my two younger brothers eat, it was already dark, and I was sending my brother to sleep, when I heard my parents stepping on the "sand, sand" of the snow coming back from behind, I complained without looking back: "It rains so much snow, the door is so tight, it doesn't matter if we can't eat." But when I turned my head, I was stunned by the figure of my parents, my mother's face was stained, her hair was wet against her forehead, and there were several traces of sweat (or snow) on both sides of her forehead. When her father entered the house, he opened a big coal fire and asked his mother to roast her back. It turned out that because of the snow, the production team did not go to the ground, and they took advantage of the snow day to collect firewood, fortunately, we had a winter vacation to roast the fire and it was not cold. Because of sweating and snow, on the way home, their backs are frozen, and it is not difficult to imagine the "click, click" of them wearing cotton clothes, chopping wood with axes on the steep snowy mountains, and the figure of the person who slipped on the mountain due to snow. The moment I looked at their figures, my heart could not be described. My mother was freezing cold, but she turned a deaf ear to my rebuke, and they just looked at each other and smiled faintly and slightly sourly. Since then, whenever it snows, I think of my parents going to collect firewood, and I feel guilty that I said something I shouldn't have said, and the figure of my parents returning from the snow is forever fixed in my heart and deeply touched me.
It is said that "the cold door is out of the noble son", I am not a noble son, because when I went to school, my family did not have a courtyard wall, there was no street door, and it was not worthy of the cold door, then come to the noble son, I am at most an ordinary migrant worker in Anyang. There is no toughness of Cheng Men Li Xueyang, and there is no "salt in the air to be imitated, not as if the willows rose because of the wind" Xie Nü's talent. Perhaps, in a few years, I will glide across the sky like a meteor and disappear in obscurity in the streets.
It's time to call my mother. On the other end of the phone, a voice that never decreases in temperature and feels slightly hoarse comes: "Son, it's snowing, you have to pay attention to safety, it's not cold." We're okay at home, we can't freeze, don't worry. I said, "This bad weather, you go up the stairs slowly." "It's okay, this weather is good, this snow is good, Ruixue Mega Year!"
Yes, Ruixue Mega Year. The snow is still flying in the wind, layers of snowflakes mixed with the cold wind, rampage, I suddenly feel that this year's snowflakes are particularly stubborn, the cold wind not only did not crush the snowflakes, but the snowflakes were reborn in the fierce wind.
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