I am afraid of the cold, but I do not reject winter, in each season to enjoy the current scenery is a good attitude to life.
Recently, the temperature has plummeted, and the leaves of the wutong trees along the roadside are still brilliantly yellow, but I can already feel the arrival of winter. Although it is already the snow festival, it will take a month or two for the pace of winter to cross the Qinling and Huaihe River line and reach this small city.
The rainy weather is good for nostalgia, those people, those things. On the way to the project after my nap, I remembered an afternoon when I was a child.
The winter in the countryside is always very leisurely, adults have lunch and play cards to kill. I just woke up wrapped in my father’s military coat, sitting on a small stool in the corridor, next to a briquette stove, a pot of water sitting on top, because it was not the meal time, the stove only to continue the fire inside, save a lot of energy, the burn is not strong, but the temperature is just right.
Outside is still drifting fine snow, the ground has been covered with a thin layer, of course, under the eaves of the house also drifted into some, around the briquette stove drew a circle. A flock of sparrows came into the yard, taking advantage of the moment when the hens were napping in the nest, chattering and picking up the leftover grain from the adults feeding the chickens.
I just sat there quietly watching, the neighbors yard occasionally came out playing cards people cheerful laughter, farmers laughing and they work the same nimble, there is no what smile does not show teeth, but also never noisy what people.
Perhaps because of the snow, the picture is very quiet, the water in the kettle is quietly scattering steam, the hens are still napping, the rooster is occasionally called, the yellow dog is estimated to be unable to resist the loneliness, and friends about fooling around, God knows which wild rabbits to suffer. The bare aspen forest outside the courtyard, I can never find the cooing turtledove.
Maybe the winter break was still long enough that I didn’t need to be anxious about my winter homework. There were no tutoring classes at that time, and I wouldn’t have to work hard for which extracurricular skills. The word “quiet” was not known at the time, and I guess I wouldn’t understand it if I did. People always think that being in the middle of something is the norm of life.
When the flowing years passed by, I was in town coping with the chicken and egg of my life, and although it was double glazed insulated glass, I could still hear a constant stream of noise. The air conditioner had been on for half a day, but I still couldn’t appreciate the warmth of that army coat with a briquette stove that filled me up.
But thankfully, kind of childhood in the years left me a surprise, in twenty years later in a foreign country, a certain time of the year, a certain month, a certain day, suddenly let me recall this image, so that my dull someday has an unexpected color, can not help but sigh the wonders of life.
I guess we are mostly far from the image we imagined as children, after all, now walking twenty steps with a sword may be arrested. But to be able to embrace the real day, the heart to find some ordinary days in the light, but also in the years after, inadvertently in a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, to give themselves a surprise. More important than that, the light you look for will give you the courage to keep going.
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