God, it's rustling. It's cold. In a blink of an eye, it's another winter solstice. Although it hasn't snowed yet, memories are floating in the air. Time is like a sharp knife, cutting the skin inch by inch, and the pain has long been numb. Just like this cold wind sweeping the bottom of my heart, where can it be used to avoid the cold? Along the way, the investigation was deserted, the cold wind hit my face, and the bleak night sky shed hazy eyes. I walked alone in my heart, leaving only my back in the deserted place, with the cold wind looming.
This winter solstice, I overlook the clouds in my hometown. That faint cloud is floating in front of my mother's grave, and the rain is falling like fog, washing my mother's shriveled eaves. Flowers have withered and grass has eroded, leaving only rows of desolate branches swaying back and forth in the cold wind. The few dead leaves on that branch are lifeless, swaying in the wind, and a dead leaf shakes its head, but there is nothing it can do.
Clubs with lonely shadows wander in the dark like ghosts. The sky darkened in the waves, and the scattered raindrops beat the sadness of two worlds. In the twilight, there are ghosts, desolate and helpless, but there is still breath. Looking up at the sky, the fog is boundless, and the road under my feet is like a heavy stone, dragging my lingering body heavily, tearing lonely thoughts back and forth, missing those familiar but cold faces, which used to be so clear and warm.
Under the lonely lamp, I hobbled alone, and the shadow under the lamp followed me for a long time, like a clever baby, not daring to disturb my deep thoughts. The brightly lit night market, the crowds coming and going, the familiar and strange smells, my memories, my madness! I want to catch something in the noisy crowd, maybe it is your face, maybe it is your warm and light words. I opened my eyes again and again in despair, and hung them down again and again in vain. My madness borders on madness.
The crowd gurgled around me, some people whispered timidly, some people hurried there, some people bumped into me, and a very powerful force threw me a few meters away. I still kept my head down, like a ball off the center of the circle, bounced back to its original place and fell silent again. I slowly raised my head and looked at the shadows around me, the colorful world and the noisy crowd. I smiled, but my eyes were hazy. In my hazy sight, I seem to see my mother, who is slowly coming towards me.
My breathing stopped, my mind went blank, and the people around me seemed to slow down with the air and walked slowly by me. I can't hear the voices around me, and I can't see the expressions of people around me. I seem to have come to another time and space, and I can look at the world where I once stopped through the colorless glass, but I am no longer one of them. Mom is getting closer and closer, and I can feel her warm breath, which is about to spill on my cold face. She smiled and held out her hand to me. I rushed to her eagerly and clearly exhaled "Mom, I'm coming".
A tall figure knocked me down in a nearby flower bed. He held out his hand to me apologetically, but I insisted on standing up by myself. "Are you all right?" I looked at his embarrassed smiling face and smiled, then wrapped my clothes tightly, leaving only two dim eyes and continuing to look for something. Mom, where are you? Why did you just leave me and suddenly disappear? Just like that autumn, you left me silently and went to the west. What is there to remember? Throw away my heartbreaking thoughts?
My face is wet, I don't know whether it is rain or fog in winter. It was very cold, and my whole person seemed to be frozen soon, leaning in a corner and silently watching people coming and going. A mother-in-law looked around with a brazier in her hand. She was muttering to herself. I think she must have called her relatives to get the money. As the lighter in my mother-in-law's hand spewed a flame, the soaring flame stung my eyes. I looked up, slightly opened my stinging eyes and looked at the sky. In the flame, it looks so thorough and ethereal.
Hide your hands in your pockets and walk alone, I don't know where to go. Where should I go? Where is the paradise where I should live? I'm calling my mother, just like a baby who just came into this world, crying and needing a little warm breath. Mom, where the hell are you? I've been looking for you everywhere in this strange city. It's a barren landscape. Where can I find you only when I'm silent? Where the hell are you?
Home is always warm, warm lights are waiting for me, delicious food tempts me, my father's loving eyes are looking forward to me, and Yushu's mind is welcoming me. What do I pursue in confusion? I forgot myself. Maybe just a little comfort, a corner of the soul is confused. The heart, I don't know when it started, is missing a corner. Since then, it has become opaque and has no heat. When did it start? I think it was the moment you left, mom. Do you know sadness?
Winter is really cold, like my heart. In the night sky from the winter solstice, all the body temperatures are sealed in that corner, just trying to warm the heart that can't wake up for a long time! The road at the foot, with the darkness slowly blurred, can't see where the road ahead leads, but the figure has already disappeared in the darkness. Occasionally, a car honked beside me, so I moved slightly under a tree without leaves. I think it's yelling at me. Because I'm in its way? So where is the front? Where is it going? I, standing under a bare tree, looked at the taillights of the car and was fascinated.
"Go home, I'll cook jiaozi and wait for you." A familiar and warm voice sounded in the darkness. I don't have to speculate and I don't doubt it. It is a jade book, the book that always stands by silently, hugs me when I am confused, kisses me when I am helpless, and accompanies me when I am lost. The jade book that doesn't like to talk, but is full of love and care for me, the jade book that makes me deeply attached and deeply loved.
I hid in Yushu's arms, like a pampered child, buried in his warmth. He wrapped me tightly, wrapped me tightly, as if to melt me into his body, wrapped me tightly and deeply. I quietly turned around and looked at my mother's smiling face in the dark night sky behind me and in the twilight of the stars. She looked at us warmly and stared at us. She smiled sweetly and nodded to me deeply. She is kind, so warm and unforgettable.