Winter sketches

I always feel that the winter in recent years is surprisingly cold. Somehow, the thermometer hanging on the wall at home suddenly grows much older, with a panting look, the red liquid always swung back and forth between minus one degree and several degrees in the slender glass tube, as if it didn’t want to go up any more. For many years, since young children remembered things, the temperature in Luzhou had rarely appeared negative numbers, and there were not a few decent snowflakes with hexagonal petals floating in the sky, not to mention Li Bai’s exaggerated snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain were as big as seats, which blew down Xuanyuan platform in pieces. Those beautiful snowflake figures have only been seen in books. If some water snow like salt drops occasionally one day, it will make my friends and me really play. We don’t have the extravagant idea of Northern children fighting in the ice and snow, throwing snowballs and making snowmen. We only have to pat cotton caps on each other, only when the big white salt grains on the sleeves did they breathe the joy of the silver world. In the continuous days of dry and cold, people were waiting quietly, perhaps waiting for a piece of soft and white vegetation covered by smoke on the top of the Fang Mountain, maybe when I think of the river beach at the confluence of the second river in changtuo at the mouth of Guan Yi, I will look at the lonely boat and the lonely Weng, fishing for the peculiar scenery of cold river and snow alone. The wind blows through our ears, singing a beautiful song with the hydration of our hearts; I dare to think about watching the plum blossom floating in the dark fragrance, leaning against the corner of the wall and blooming alone. In my remaining memory, there were two heavy snows in Luzhou. First, when I was in the third grade of primary school, it was probably 1954. At that time, there was no air conditioner or electric heater. I curled up and wrapped in a thick quilt with a rubber leather bag filled with boiled water under my feet. The appearance and size were almost the same as that of a traveling kettle, there is a small opening that can be used to plug tightly into and pour out boiling water. The snow floated out of the window one after another. I felt cold for a whole night, because that kind of hot water bag could not keep constant temperature. As the temperature gradually decreased, I huddled and trembled in the quilt, even dare not turn over one, just want to keep my body temperature in a small range, warm myself, if you turn over, it’s like falling into an ice cave. After dawn, the snow stopped, full of pink makeup and Jade. Children’s eyes to explore novelty and mystery let our childlike innocence be fully released. I wore my mother’s old woolen coat, which was very fit, comfortable and warm. There was a woolen scarf made by my mother, although there was no thickness, but have temperature. We walked on the only way to go to Ertai Street Primary School on Samsung Street, enjoying the purity and whiteness given by the generous nature. At that time, there were several buildings engraved with the mark of that era in Samsung Street. There were Luzhou fire brigade, Samsung street kindergarten and the famous Gaojia yard in southern Sichuan on the side of People’s Hospital, three imperial scholars and three Juren walked out of its antique gate. Some officials went to the Imperial Academy, and people called this yard Dafu di; on the right is a newly built public toilet and a built place with cowhide felt as the top, which is specially used for setting up stalls for vendors. I remember clearly that there were three types of stalls at that time: Comic book stalls, where I received the Enlightenment education of the four famous Chinese classics and the edification of Andersen, Grimm’s fairy tales and Greek mythology, the only few pocket money in the bag were all contributed there; In the stall of the sugar-pouring man, the master boiled brown sugar and malt sugar into pulp, then scooped it up with a small spoon and put it on a thin marble board, with the skillful movement of the master, the sugar juice in the spoon flowed out like a trickle, becoming flowers, pets, figures in the Three Kingdoms and The Water Margin, the highest level is that it becomes a soaring dragon; And the master of the kneading Man sits on a bench with a bamboo pole tied with a bundle of straw at one end of the bench, the straw is not filled with all kinds of small-faced people. The most amazing thing is that those small-faced people not only have various postures, but also have happy, angry and sad expressions on their faces. In the early days of liberation, folk artists all had their own unique skills, and they kept the family’s livelihood through their own crafts. The business there came for our primary school, staring at the pocket money in the pupils’ pockets. When it came to school, there was a lot of excitement under the cowhide felt, with a string of laughter like copper bells floating, There was also the scold of the master without any majesty. Today’s Samsung Street has been covered by snow snow, the inherent colors of all kinds of houses in the past, no matter the red color of fire brigade, the orange color of kindergarten or the flying from the Forbidden City which is plated in the high family courtyard, it is awesome and admirable, the unpredictable color of precious redwood; The yellow and green on the public toilets across the street, and the permanent dark gray on the top of the cowhide felt shed in the stall area, all these combined with the era when there was no industrial pollution in those years, a song could symbolize the color of people’s spiritual beauty: white. The weather is too cold today, and the first sunny day after snow is the coldest time. The Masters did not come out. Maybe they talked about their daily life around the stove at home or were completely connected with us, giving us their world. My friends and I went out early. At that time, the schoolbag was not heavy at all. There were only Chinese and arithmetic books and two exercise books. Many partners put books such as folk stories and fairy tales into their schoolbags, which are easy to read after class. At that time, we also read comic books secretly in class, but after the teacher found out, he just said a few words lightly, which was not as fierce as the current teachers. When we reached the stall area, we were immediately attracted by the snow on the top of the cowhide felt shed. I was short, so that partner squatted down and let me ride on his shoulders. Then he lifted me up and rubbed two snowballs as big as shot balls on the roof. We chased and played crazily all the way, rubbing each other’s face and the back of our hands with the snowball, which made them red and not cold at all. We laughed and shouted, with white air spouting out circles of our mouths, I went to school with such a disturbance all the time. Students in a class share the pleasure we bring and envy the snowball in our hands. Another heavy snow happened 20 years ago in December, 1991. When the god was about to sow a lot of snowflakes, it was also so dry and cold, and people were also suffering like this. Looking forward, the nose and throat became more and more uncomfortable, and the number of people who caught cold was increasing day by day. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept over the Yangtze River, and there was a sharp whistle, and there was no idea where the catkin-like snowflakes came from. Then a burst of cold came, and the floating catkin turned into the white goose plush pulled up all over the sky, which was full of the artistic conception of Du Fu’s turbulent clouds and low dusk, and the rush of Snow dancing back to the wind. Although the grass with strong vitality on the ground was yellow, it was still fighting against the cold tenaciously. At this time, we heard that they were humming a little Grateful Song, I would like to thank the goddess sent by the Jade Emperor for waving her hands lightly and pointing to the Earth to disperse pieces of snowflakes and put them in white and warm new clothes. Although the weak branches were bent down by the heavy snow, those trees in the still green forest after winter were still greedily taking the white and clean feathers of the flying geese on themselves, so the Jade Tree Qionghua, the Earth became a bride who was about to leave the pavilion and put on a silver wedding dress, which was so shy and beautiful and pure, abandoning the secular love finally played a happy wedding march here. I remember when I was in the graduating class that year, when the snow fluttered and I couldn’t even see the people walking on the road clearly, I happened to have classes in the classroom. I lost the ability to control the classroom immediately, who was always famous for strict management. A teaching building is cheering to celebrate the natural wonders that Luzhou people don’t know how many years to see. After the class was over, all the teachers and students rushed to the big playground and the spacious roadway with their hands, hats and scarves followed by the dense snowflakes. Some naughty boys simply took off their down jackets, greedily snapped the beautiful snowflakes. The teacher in the Electronic Classroom turned his brain quickly and brought the school camera, so we all left precious scenes which were hard to be photographed in this life. Another interesting thing is said that on that day, the famous Buddhist mountain Fangshan, which is more than ten kilometers away from Luzhou and has the reputation of little Emei, was crowded with tourists. People were not going to burn incense and worship Buddha, instead, we went to celebrate the carnival that took dozens of years. The local customs and customs in the North moved home, skiing, snowball fights and making snowmen. There should be all kinds of activities. People were delighted, and the noise shook the 99 peaks of Fangshan. Young and beautiful girls and mothers all came with their own obediences. The bus from Luzhou City to Fangshan is still unable to meet the need of continuous temporary overtime work. I don’t know which poet and poet once visited Fangshan when it snowed, leaving the elegant name of Fangshan snow Ji, and made up the eight major scenes of Luzhou with Yu Gan’s late crossing, Bai Ta Chaoyang, etc, but only today can it be deserved. Another year’s winter cold is coming. Although every household is equipped with air conditioners, the quality of life of people has been significantly improved over the past decade, it is a little anxious to be so dry and cold. Everyone is looking forward to what they are looking forward to. In fact, everyone is tacit and knows clearly. It was an ordinary dawn again. I used to lift the curtains of my bedroom, open the window and see the wet outside the window. Alas! These days, the weather always turns cloudy and rainy, and the sky is often cloudy and floating, which makes people depressed. The day is getting brighter. In the busy morning, I accidentally feel that my wife’s dressing table is reflecting differently. Look carefully, Yo! A stream of sunshine has quietly flashed in. So I rushed to the window and looked at the sky, blue sky and white clouds. The morning sun was slightly smoky. It was sunny. When I went out, I saw the wet car parked in the yard, with raindrops left last night. They flickered in the sun, like a deliberately decorated new wedding car, revealing happiness. There were several men with fishing poles in their hands discussing with excitement in their tone. The sunshine made them go hiking and fishing again. A section of road on the pavement on the street is being repaired, and the open pavement is exposed with mud. I imagine it should be muddy, but it is very dependable to step on it, which is all good for sunshine. A pot of orchid in front of a small shop attracts my attention. The surface of the flowerpot is very clean with elegant patterns painted on it. I can’t name the orchid in the pot, but it is very beautiful and elegant. Obviously, this orchid pot was just moved out from the house by the owner, making his favorite things fully enjoy the sunshine. The evergreen trees on the two rows of thick sidewalks on the street were swaying under the comfort of sunshine, which painted a heavy and elegant dark green for the noisy city. Look, there, in the gap of the cement board, a few clusters of green grass sprang out vigorously, and I couldn’t help sighing the tenacity of life. The sunshine is warm and warm, as if I am strolling in the spring. Sunshine is a scenery that makes everything grow. Sunshine is fair. It will spread everywhere on the Earth from time to time. However, the sunshine in people’s hearts needs to be searched by themselves. May every one of us be filled with sunshine and warm as spring all the year round. I like Snow White and sunshine, and I want to go back to my childhood as White as Snow White. I seem to climb hard in the white Changbai Mountain and want to use its glittering and translucent to clean up the dust accumulated in my heart over the years; it seems that I have set up a boat on the Dianchi Lake in Kunming, bathing in the sunshine in the south of the colorful clouds.

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