Winter in my hometown is definitely worth remembering, especially on snowy days.
Snowflakes fall from the sky, just like petals falling in spring, flying all over the sky. In a short time, the distant mountains and the nearby tree trunks were all wrapped in silver. The children can't wait to play in the snow. Adults are not tired of seeing it, and they are tired of playing with us. The adults lit the burning firewood and everyone sat together. The potato skin baked in the stove crunched and hot air came out of it. When the adults were talking, a wisp of white fog appeared on their lips, and the smell of fog and potatoes slowly drifted over the house.
The snow stopped, the trees in the distance and the nearby river disappeared, and the silvery white world suddenly lit up. This is the happiest moment. Farmers are less idle in the moon and not allowed to be idle in winter. Only when the mountains are closed by heavy snow and the world is white, do adults put down their work and pick up iron poles and shovels. Take the children to sweep the snow, make a snowman and play snowballs. When the only door and the only road are winding and alternating in front of everyone, the snowman has piled up faster than us. My father will use local materials, put the shovel and shovel upside down on the snowman's stomach, that is, the snowman's hand, use radish leaves as snowman's hair, black leaves as eyebrows, potatoes as eyes, radish as nose, and yellow mud to paste his mouth. A funny and lovely snowman appeared in front of him.
After the snowman made a pile, he began to prepare lunch. My father found an iron pole and a backpack and took us to the field. My father walked in front and we walked behind. In the salt-like snow, a big footprint and a small footprint extend all the way to the distance. Looking at my father's forceful steps, I am full of strength. I really hope that time will stop at that moment forever, and father and son will never be separated and will never grow old. The temperature rose a little, and the snow on the tree began to fall in chunks, and there was a sparse sound around. That's the sound of winter, that's the sound of childhood, and it's also the sound of my father getting old when I grow up. After arriving at the vegetable field, my father dug with a shovel and soon found a cabbage. I can't dig it out, dad said. When I grow vegetables, I plant them in rows. The place where I got into trouble in the snow was cabbage. I shoveled the thick snow according to my father's method and found the cabbage.
There are cabbages, garlic sprouts, green vegetables and radishes in the snow in winter, which is enough for winter. After picking vegetables and going home, parents began to pick vegetables and cook. After a while, a pot was set up on the brazier, and Chinese cabbage, garlic sprouts, radishes and vegetables were slowly added to the boiling soup, plus potatoes stored at home, which was still rich at that time. The family sat around the fire and started the most delicious meal. It was snowy outside the window, the wind was cold, and the flames jumped up and down, licking the bottom of the pot. The pot is steaming, and everyone's mouth is foggy. Although there are few dishes and the soup is just a little salt and lard, it tastes delicious. The family sat together, the lights were warm and yellow, and it felt very kind.
When I grew up, I left my hometown. Although life in the city is good, it is not a long-term home. Sometimes I always feel like a child abandoned by my hometown, wandering outside and never finding my way home. Fortunately, my parents are here, and my hometown is still there.
A while ago, dad said it snowed in my hometown. My heart is like falling snowflakes in my hometown, and that kind of yearning has wrapped my hometown with a thick layer. Father has a shovel, but he can't open it.
About the author:
Liu, a native of Zhaotong, Yunnan, is a member of Xishuangbanna Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Graduate student of Yunnan University, now a teacher of Zhaotong College, has published many articles in Thinking and Wisdom, China Young Writers, Tonight Evening News and China Emergency Management News.
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