I like the warmth and beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, but I have been walking in the north all my life; I like the fog and rain in the south, but I have been with snow my whole life.
Snow has become the spirit of the Loess Plateau and the patron saint of Saibei Pass many times in the writings of literati from the Northwest.
Since childhood, snow and I have met countless times in the north wind of minus degrees Celsius.
Walking on the snow, keeping company with the snow
That winter, the snow lay thickly under the ground all day long. At night, the dazzling snow light makes the ground white, and even the tree branches on the road that have become "fat" due to accumulated snow flakes can be seen clearly through the window with the kerosene lamp extinguished.
Clocks are still a rare thing. My mother’s reference for telling time is to look for the shadow of the sun during the day and the position of the three stars at night.
I don’t know what time of night it was, but I was sleeping soundly when I was pushed awake by my mother. I was confused and heard my mother say urgently: "Toshiko, get up quickly. It’s already bright. I’m afraid it’s hard to go to school." I'm late..."
I got up in a hurry. Before my mother lit the kerosene lamp, I had already put on my wide cotton clothes, pants, shoes and socks, and grabbed my schoolbag by the table, feeling like the wind was blowing. Run onto the gravel road leading to the school.
On the way to school, we have to pass through a broken river beach. Whenever I walk towards the river beach, I can always hear the sound of children from the opposite village chasing each other through the snow. I walked in the snow many times, and I was afraid that the cotton shoes made by my mother would get wet if they stepped on the snow, so I walked across the river beach along the snow tracks left by the train team.
But that day, on the white river beach covered with heavy snow, not even a sound was heard, let alone their continuous footprints in the snow. I no longer cared about the coldness of the snow getting into my cotton shoes, and ran with great strides. I only heard the sound of "puff-puff" under my feet.
I ran across the river beach and through the village. I couldn’t see any kerosene lamps lighting up. I only heard a few dog barks occasionally.
"Looks like I'm really late this morning and I can't stop talking about it!" I cried and ran. The snow on the branches of the roadside fell down, hit my neck, and got into my wide cotton-padded jacket. Regardless of the cold, I continued running towards school at a sprint speed of 100 meters.
When I wiped away the tears that were about to freeze into ice on my face, I ran to the school gate panting. What I saw in front of me made me dumbfounded - the school was dark, even the window of the bell-ringing teacher was dark.
I came to school early!
Looking around, when I was sure that no one came to school, I was secretly happy - I finally became the first in the school today.
I came to the door of the classroom. Since I couldn’t get in without the key, I stepped on the snow at the door of the classroom.
Sometimes I put my feet together and step out strings of candied haws; sometimes I step forward and backward, making a figure-eight shape, like a bee picking flowers and flying; sometimes I step with my heels facing each other and my toes apart, It looks like clusters of grass buds emerging from the ground...
After walking on it, I felt tired, and regardless of the cold weather, I leaned against the door and fell asleep in a daze.
I don’t know how much time passed, but I heard voices outside the school. I opened my eyes suddenly, only to find the white fish belly exposed on the horizon...
Going to school in the middle of the night became the happiest moment in my life. Something unforgettable. Later I found out that it was 4 o'clock in the morning when I went to school that time!
However, that time I went to school in the snow, I was indeed the first to enter the school in the morning.
It was also at that time that I deeply felt that snow was my courageous companion when I walked in the snow in the middle of the night. It taught me to be brave, strong and responsible!
Listening to the snow, singing with the snow
In the high school entrance examination that year, I was admitted to the normal school with excellent results. Snow is still with me.
In my spare time, I like to listen to the classic song "I Love You Snow in Saibei" sung by Yin Xiumei. The melodious tunes of the violin and the tinkling accompaniment of the xylophone keep lingering in my ears.
"I love you. The snow in the north is fluttering all over the mountains and plains. Your dancing is so light, and your heart is so pure. You are a sister of Chunyu Land, and you are an envoy sent by spring. ..."
Listening to the beautiful and mellow melody and vivid lyrics, it seems that the graceful figure of the Snow White Fairy dancing in the sky appears before my eyes. It floats over the mountains, across the sea, and to every corner of the northwest. In the boundless wilderness, in the cold sky, what is shining and rising is the spirit of rain...
Just as Zhang Xianliang wrote in "Greening Tree": The snow on the Loess Plateau is extremely beautiful. It looks noble, graceful, magnificent and magnanimous than the snow in the south; the snow in the south makes people feel that winter is really coming, but the snow in the north reminds people of the beautiful spring. Snow is the real winter jasmine on the Loess Plateau.
The fields are vast, and the snow seems to have swept away all the excess on the ground.
Ridges, ditch dams, ditch edges, towering branches... all the angular places have become extremely smooth and rounded, and are covered with velvet-like hairs, as if the snowfield under the clear sky is not cold, but warm. It always makes me want to put my cheek on it. **
Yes, that is the snow in the wilderness, the soul of winter, the sister of spring rain, and the envoy sent by spring!
Playing in the snow, having fun with the snow
Later I started working, and every time the snow fell in winter, the world seemed like "Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed on the trees." ". The children are chasing and playing. I love the beauty of "the clear snow in the east mountains and the silver mountains in the soft red light"!
They like to push snowmen and have snowball fights. Their chubby little hands hold the snow balls made of snowflakes, and "smash" them on the chests of their companions and the necks of the teachers... They like it so much. The way the snow got into my neck and trembled, that laughter, floating all the way to the end of the field!
They were worried that they would be frozen, but they always bravely raised their little hands that were red from the cold and looked like purple buds. Seven or eight children built a snowman together. Although I can't tell which body is which and which is the head, the pile of small ones at the top and big at the bottom can be imagined as a snowman.
The children used longan cores and buttons to make the eyes of the snowman, and used red cards to make the mouth. They also paired it with a red scarf that the mother did not wear, a hat or hair strips to make curls, and a cute The snowman is piled up. The children cheered and rushed to tell each other, "The snowman wearing a straw hat has been piled up" and "Our snowman has curly hair..."
I think of the snow in Lu Xun's "Winter in Jinan": < /p>
Sweeping the snow, dancing with the snow
In the decades I have been with the snow, whether walking on the snow, listening to the snow, or sweeping the snow... I know that the snow has melted into me mood and blood. No matter how big or small, you always meet it as expected.
Sweeping snow is my usual working posture!
Sometimes the snow is falling, all over the sky. It falls on the roof or on the children's slide, in the swept yard, on the road near and far...
For the sake of life safety, no matter how beautiful the snow is, it must have its place. place. After it snows, we often use the snow shovel and broom with the parents to sweep all the snow that the children play on the playground, the wheels on the road and the sidewalks into the tree ditches. , green belts or wilderness areas.
Those roads that have been cleared of snow show their dark backs, one by one, connected with the snow in the tree ditches and the wilderness, like a black and white music score; those with white shoulders and clothes The snow sweepers are like musical notes beating on the earth; the sound of those big brooms, big shovels and the flying snow constitute a wonderful symphony in the north in the winter wilderness!
Snow has been with me all my life. I explored the path in the snow, searched for dreams in the snow, made wishes while playing in the snow, and listened to the fire in winter while sweeping the snow!
It will never leave me and will accompany me throughout my life, guarding the spring glow of the Gobi Desert in the Western Region!
I watched it flutter, watched it melt, watched it rise, and finally became the spirit of winter and the spirit of spring rain!
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