It doesn't snow much. The mountains in the distance are covered with a layer of white gauze fog, and the nearby villages and trees are also covered with a layer of transparent white gauze. Very exquisite and gorgeous, just like a couple holding hands and dragging a wedding dress into the wedding hall quietly, which makes people envy and have endless reverie.
The hot air in the teacup in my hand rises on my chest, the room is full of the fragrance of tea, and the warm indoor air is brewing in the fragrance of tea. I looked at the snowflake in the distance and the dreamy wedding dress in the snow scene, and my thoughts gradually became unreal. Then my heart, my shadow and my soul floated into my childhood hometown with this snowflake-is it snowing in my hometown now?
When I was young, I lived in northern Jiangsu. Every winter, when snowflakes are flying, we children don't go out. We all hide in the cooking room because there is no heating in winter in northern Jiangsu. Only the cookhouse squad cooks, because there is fire, and some hot temperatures in the air are warmer. The other rooms are very cold. Often when the meal is ready, my mother picks up the red firewood from the stove and puts it in a clay pot and puts it in the middle of the room. My brothers and sisters and I were sitting on a low bench, warming ourselves around the brazier, and my mother was sitting near the brazier, still doing needlework. Cooking rooms are not closed, and some have no doors at all. When it is windy in winter, we hang a straw curtain on the door to keep out the wind and cold. ) We gathered around the brazier and watched the snow falling in the yard outside. In this way, the little sister who just left was still crying at the brazier, and a string of tears rolled down her little face, like a chapped frozen pear under the action of moisture brought by cold air outside. There is probably no child who grew up in the Yangtze River valley who was not like this when he was a child.
Winter in northern Jiangsu is very difficult, especially in the middle of last century, my hometown is extremely poor, and eating and living in winter is really unimaginable. However, my family is not a poor family in the local area. My parents are hardworking, thrifty and careful. In the case that many people can't even maintain food and clothing, there is no problem with food and clothing for seven or eight people in our family. It snows outside in winter, and mom and dad are working nonstop. My father's stomach is not very good, and he often has a stomachache in cold seasons. Sometimes, when my brother and sister are around the brazier and my father has a stomachache, he covers his chest with his hand, walks to the door of the stove, unbuttons his chest and bakes his chest on the door of the stove to relieve the pain caused by stomach cold. In fact, there is no fire in the furnace, only a little residual heat. The fire is in our child's brazier. But at that time, we were all young and didn't know the joys and sorrows of our parents. Now that I think about it, it's really hard.
Boys are generally naughty. I remember that when it snows in winter or after it snows, I can't wait to play outside. Because it seldom snows in northern Jiangsu, there are few snowball fights and snowmen. Occasionally it snows once or twice, and my cousins and I are bound to have a Shangganling-style battle in the snow. After the snow, we will build several snowmen of different shapes and sizes in front of the gate, and use carrots as snowmen's noses. I didn't recognize it at all after a few days.
It is fun to have a snowball fight and make a snowman, but it is also a very hard thing. We boys, in order to make a snowman, often have red hands and wet shoes. Wearing cotton shoes made by my mother in winter is still warm and wet. When I go home, I will inevitably be scolded by my father and even get a few soles on my ass. My mother will bake my cotton shoes silently in front of the stove pit at night. When did you do it? I don't know. I only know that my cotton shoes must be dry and warm when I get out of bed the next morning. The porridge in the pot is fragrant and hot, but I don't see my mother's shadow. Now my mother has been gone for many years, but sometimes I always wonder if my mother baked cotton shoes for me in front of the stove! So my heart is pounding, my nose is sour and my eyes are moist.
I have two cousins who are not as happy as I am, and my family is extremely poor. A cousin is one year younger than me, and my father got lost when he was four. My aunt had a hard time with four children and never remarried. Families often eat the last meal without the next. My cousin wears a pair of tattered cloth shoes and bare heels in winter. Whenever it snows, if he plays with us, his heels will definitely crack. Sometimes the wound is bleeding and will not heal all winter, but the children of that era didn't complain about it. They all played happily all day. Later when I grew up, my family went to Heilongjiang. This younger brother went to Ningxia in the northwest alone and worked as a worker in Shitanjing, Ningxia. In his early years, he retired early and returned to his hometown. /kloc-I went back to my hometown to see him 0/7 years ago, and it was full of vicissitudes. Another cousin happens to be the same age as me, younger than my birthday. The poverty of his family made him unable to wear cloth shoes. Whenever it snows in winter, his mother weaves a kind of grass cotton shoes called Mao Weng with reed flowers on the bank of the Grand Canal. At that time, people who wore this kind of wool Weng in winter in their hometown accounted for more than 80% of their hometown people. Mao Weng, dressed by his younger brother, plays with us. Sometimes, Mao Weng's shoe mouth is broken, like a knife cutting his heel. He made a snowman with us in the snow, his heels were bleeding and his footprints were red, but he still smiled and played happily. This younger brother is still in his hometown because he has no education. When he returned to his hometown eight years ago, he had a full house of children and grandchildren.
However, in today's Su Beiren, there is no wool Weng woven with reed flowers in winter. In winter, there are no children who wear shoes with bare heels. That kind of situation will remain in my childhood memory forever and will never be erased.
The snow outside has stopped. I want to take this picturesque snow scene and send it to my friends and my hometown, so that my friends and my villagers can also appreciate the romantic style of Yan.
However, what I want to do most is to quietly brew a cup of Xinyang Maojian tea next to my heater, taste the green tea and sing to the snowflakes. I have my childhood life and romantic stories in my heart.