The memory of snow

Long time no snow. Yesterday, it snowed heavily all morning, waving like thousands of butterflies flying all over the sky. After sending the children back, walking on the snow, those white fairies in winter, like naughty children one by one, kept drilling on my head, clothes and arms. They were shaken off, and soon, they fell over their heads again. Walking all the way, looking back, there was a long string of deep and shallow footprints left behind. Walking quietly on the snow, it seems to be back to some time in the past. It was more than thirty years ago when I was my child’s age. The snow at that time was heavier than now, and the weather was much colder than now. Getting up overnight, it was a world wrapped in silver. The pond was covered with a thick layer of ice, and the person who carried the water broke the ice with a pole, so that the water could be carried. Those transparent crushed ice floated in the bucket. As people walked, they collided with each other and made a good sound of tinkling. We wore heavy cotton-padded trousers, picked up some broken tiles from the snow ground and floated into the pond to see whose tiles floated far away. Some bold boys, wearing rain boots, went skating on the pond unexpectedly. I dare not go, but only stand on the ridge, feeling their happiness and the happiness brought to me. A few years later, I entered middle school. When it snows, I don’t play the game of childhood any more. I just like to see those snowflakes flying with the wind falling down on the ground in the dusty sky. They are so glittering, white and spotless. Grab it from the ground and hold it in your hand to feel its purity and lightness. Sometimes, I like to take a small wooden trunk and write down some words that only I can understand in the snow. Later, I went to work. There were several plum blossoms planted in the flower bed in the yard where I went to work. When it snowed, I would smell the plum blossoms in the yard. I went up and took a closer look, it turned out that plum blossom was yellow, like transparent glass one after another. The flowers were not big, but there were many, and there were no leaves, which were opened on those branches that looked a little dry, it seems so arrogant and noble, and so maverick. No wonder people often use plum blossom as a metaphor: how can plum blossom be fragrant without a few times of cold? Later, I followed the recruitment crowd and stayed away from home. It was a snowy night. At four o’clock in the morning, more than 20 of us got up early to get to the early bus in Wuhan. Although there were no lights on the thick snow, we could still clearly see the deep and shallow footprints left behind us. On that day, I wore a pair of high-heel cloth shoes with rubber soles and slipped step by step. A colleague of my peers accidentally fell twice in the snow, which made us laugh, but after laughing, I felt a burst of desolation again. When I got on the bus, my shoes had already been soaked, and my feet were frozen cold, just like falling into the ice grottoes. But I didn’t care too much. I thought it would be cold if it was cold, as long as there was a dream flying ahead. In Guangdong, it has been seven or eight years, and no snow has ever been seen. When the Spring Festival is approaching, I miss those snowy days, those white mountains, white water, white trees, white houses, white land, and even, even the dog is white. When I came to Hunan in 1992, I saw a long-lost snow, and the feeling of returning to my hometown came back. My lover said, when I have money in the future, I will buy a house outside and will not come back. I said no, I like it. No matter how good the outside is, it is also someone else’s city. I can’t get in, and I don’t want to get in. 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