The first snow in early winter exploded in the circle of friends. Those who took photos, confessed, wrote poems and made Tik Tok all cried and cried, and it was hard to hide their excitement. It's like a solemn handover ceremony. I hid in the house, calm and indifferent.
Open the heavy curtains and look around. Snowflakes are falling at my feet. There is not a trace of snow on the ground, and the trees in the community are dotted with white, which has no aesthetic feeling. Because there is no expectation, there is no disappointment. Suddenly I heard several children downstairs shouting, "It's snowing, it's snowing! I didn't know that the children's wishes were so simple that I seemed ignorant.
With the growth of age, the conditions are getting better and better. As for heavy snow and winter, just like the Spring Festival now, I always feel that the simplicity and charm of my childhood are gone, waiting and waiting. That unique memory will never come again. The winter village that looks depressed and lifeless, the country dirt road full of heavy snow, the thick cotton trousers and cotton-padded jacket sewn by my mother, and the warm peasant kang are all drifting away from me.
I was most afraid of winter when I was a child. Because in winter, hands and feet always suffer. In early winter, I was always wrapped up by my mother. I put on homespun cotton-padded jacket, cotton trousers made of old clothes, cotton trousers with cotton-padded jacket, cotton shoes with thousands of layers and extra-large cotton sleeves, just like a heavy panda. I walk very hard, so every winter, my way to school seems to be lengthened, and it is difficult to walk a lot. Every night before going to bed, my mother tucks my clothes into bed with me in case my clothes are hard and cold. Even so, it takes a long time to get up in the morning. When I put on one, I will sneak into the bed to warm up for a while, and then I will have the courage to climb out and live hard in my screams and her chatter. Wearing too many clothes makes it more troublesome to go to the toilet. The button on the cotton trousers is deliberately aimed at you. When it's too late, you pee your pants and quietly put them under the kang mat. It's like doing a disgraceful scandal, always afraid that adults will find out.
No matter how thick you wear, your hands and feet are still born to die in winter. Red and swollen with cold. Sometimes there will be a small gap in the hand, which is terrible. When the weather is clear, the sun shines through the gap in the classroom where white paper is pasted, sprinkled on the body and shone on the hands. At this time, the wound on my hand began to itch, and my heart began to be agitated. If you push too hard, the newly healed wound will crack again and bleed a lot. Please smear it quickly with the paper in your exercise book. At that time, everyone's experience was similar. It was common for hands and feet to freeze in winter, and some baby faces would freeze.
Every time it snows, what little attention we have in class disappears. Everyone's mind is on the playground outside the window, and dozens of pairs of eyes keep scanning, hoping to spread a thick layer on the floor immediately. When the bell rang, the students rushed out of the classroom like crazy and ran to the playground. It seems that everyone forgot the cold, took off their sleeves and held a small snowball in their fists. You chased me and had a good time. A few naughty boys will take advantage of their unprepared, put snow into their classmates' hat sleeves, some boys are forced to be anxious, and the two of them are twisted into a ball in the playground. Everyone's fun will soon change from snow to people. Those who watched the fun, didn't fight, and went to complain to the teacher were all urged back to the classroom by the bell of class. At that time, there was a lot of snow, much whiter than now. Every snow can make a snowman. Although it has different shapes, it is something worth showing off all winter.
After school, the heatable adobe sleeping platform at home became our paradise. As soon as I entered the house, I couldn't wait to take off my shoes and get into bed. I want to get rid of the cold at once. When my body gets warm, I lie in bed and do my homework. My chest is so heavy that I can't breathe. I turned it over, took a few breaths on my back, and then I came down again, until I finished my homework. Sometimes dinner slips on the kang to eat, legs are rolled up, newspapers are spread out, and food scraps are caught. Adults will scold a few words when they see it, but they have to move down the kang angrily. After dinner, it will be dark. With the story of Snow White told by grandma and the folklore of shame, we rubbed our eyes and yawned, and fell asleep unconsciously. The heatable adobe sleeping platform is so hot that I always kick off the quilt in the middle of the night. The heat just went down, but I couldn't resist the cold outside the bed. I quickly pulled the quilt and wrapped myself up. I feel uneasy after repeated nights.
The snow outside the window is still falling, and my thoughts are flying. The snow in front of you is not the snow in your heart. This winter is not that winter. The memory of winter is really a bit like "snow as gold in the eyes of teenagers", which means that winter will never be seen again.
About the author:
Zhang Yuqin, a native of Qishan County, Shaanxi Province, is a middle school teacher in Qishan County and a member of Shaanxi Writers Association. He has published many poems, essays and novels in Yanhe, Oriental Literature and Art and Youth World.
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