1. Winter in Jinan, for a person who is used to living in Beiping, it is a miracle if it doesn't blow in winter; There is no wind in winter in Jinan. For a person who has just returned from London, it is strange that I can't see the sun in winter; Jinan is sunny in winter. Naturally, in tropical places, the sun is always so poisonous, so loud and a little scary. However, in winter in the north of China, Jinan is really a treasure house with warm and sunny weather.
If there is only sunshine, it is not surprising. Please close your eyes and think about it: an ancient city with mountains and water is basking in the sun, sleeping warmly and comfortably, just waiting for the spring breeze to wake them up. Is this an ideal realm? The mountain completely surrounds Jinan, except for the lack of some food in the north. This circle of hills is particularly lovely in winter, as if Jinan were put in a small cradle. They whispered, "Don't worry, it will be warm here." Really, people in Jinan laugh in winter. As soon as they saw those hills, they felt that they had landed and leaned over. When they saw the mountains from the sky, they unconsciously thought, "Tomorrow may be spring, right? With such warmth, the grass may turn green tonight? " Even this fantasy can't be realized for a while, and they don't worry, because there is such a charity winter, what else do they want!
Best of all, it snowed a little. You see, the dwarf pine on the mountain is getting darker and darker, and there is a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese wet nurse. The top of the mountain is all white, and there is a silver edge on the blue sky. On the hillside, there is thick snow in some places, and grass color is still exposed in some places; In this way, one is white, the other is dark yellow, and the mountain is covered with a floral dress with water patterns; Looking at it, this floral dress seems to be blown by the wind, which makes you want to see more beautiful goatskin. When the sun goes down, the yellowish sunshine is obliquely sprinkled on the hillside, and the Bo Xue seems to suddenly blush with shame, showing a little pink. It's just a light snow. Jinan can't stand heavy snow. Those hills are so fragile!
Ancient Jinan, the city is so narrow and spacious. There are some small villages lying on the hillside, and there is some snow on the roofs of the small villages. Yes, this is a small ink painting, probably painted by a famous painter in the Tang Dynasty.
What about water? It did not freeze, but steamed on the green duckweed. Seaweed is really green, and all the green stored all the year round is taken out. The clearer the sky, the greener the algae. With these green spirits, the water can't bear to freeze, and those weeping willows with long branches will take a picture in the water! Look, slowly rising from the clear river, the sky, mid-air and sky are so clear and blue from top to bottom, and the whole is an ethereal blue crystal. In this crystal, there are red roofs and yellow grass hills, like small gray shadows of flowers on the carpet; This is Jinan in winter.
2. Snow in Winter Some people say that the scenery in winter is bleak and desolate, and the scenery in winter drops into ice; Some people say that in winter, only the vegetation withers and there is no scenery, while others say that only the snowflakes dancing are the most beautiful scenery in winter.
Snowflakes in winter circle around, leaving no trace and no direction. If it is sacred, it will not get dirty easily. Even if it falls, it will be a beautiful country in the end.
Look at the sky in that painting. The falling snowflakes are actually the most beautiful meeting in the world. Beautiful snowflakes are the most romantic gifts given all winter. Its arrival has added vitality and vigor to winter, and the gloomy winter has come out of depression, beautiful and fresh. After the cold wind destroyed everything, the earth was covered with a layer of silver, as if completely reborn, as quiet as a sleeping baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes. At this time, the temperature will be colder, but people's hearts are full of beautiful dreams and infinite reverie, and the days are not far from the bright sunshine.
In winter, everything is in the stage of rest and recovery. In Frost China, the earth is white, the sky is gray, and trees and houses are looming in the snow and ice. The painter presents the characteristics of winter to the viewer with painting language, which makes the viewer feel immersive. The color of the sky is slightly darker than the earth and scenery, which forms a contrast and highlights the chill; Dead branches further sublimate the natural picture, make the artistic vocabulary more concise and pure, and reach the artistic conception that the painter wants to express.
In this silent and cold winter, the painter is quietly telling the viewer an eternal philosophy: without the gestation of winter, there would be no beautiful flowers in spring, which is the deepest and simplest true meaning of winter.
3. Winter in Hangzhou West Lake Speaking of winter, I suddenly thought of tofu. Tofu is cooked in a "small ocean pot" (aluminum pot), which is warm. The water is rolling, like the eyes of many fish, and there is still a small piece of tofu in it, which is tender and smooth, like a white fox coat that is worn backwards. The pot is on the "foreign stove", (kerosene does not blow the stove), and the stove is blackened, which shows the whiteness of tofu. It's night and the house is very old. Although "foreign lights" were lit, it was still dark. Sitting around the table are my father and our three brothers. The "foreign stove" is too high. My father often has to stand up, squint slightly, reach into chopsticks from the dense heat, pick up tofu and put it into our pickles one by one. Sometimes we do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, and we always enjoy it. This is not eating, just playing. Father said it was cold at night, so everyone would be warmer after eating. We all like this kind of white water tofu; As soon as I served, I looked at the pot eagerly, waiting for the hot air, waiting for the tofu that fell from my father's chopsticks in the hot air.
It is winter again. I remember it was on the night of November 16th of the lunar calendar. Sitting by the West Lake with Mr. S and Mr. P, Mr. S just arrived in Hangzhou to teach and wrote in advance, saying, "We are going to visit the West Lake, whether it is winter." The moonlight that night was really good; I still think it shines on me. It turned out that the night before was the "first of the month"; Maybe the moon in November is really special. It's past nine o'clock, and it seems that we are the only rowers on the lake. The wind is a little strong, and the moonlight sheds soft water waves; Just then, the line reflected light, like new silver. There are only faint shadows left on the mountains on the lake. Occasionally there are one or two lights under the mountain. S Jun Kouzhan has two poems: "A few stars shine on the fishing village, and the ink is light and the distance is light." We don't talk much, only the sound of oars is even. I gradually fell asleep. P jun "hello" for a moment, then raised his eyelids and saw him smiling. The boatman asked him if he wanted to go to Jingci Temple. Today is Amitabha's birthday, and it's quite lively there. When I arrived at the temple, the temple was brightly lit and full of the voice of the Buddha chanting. This was more than ten years ago, and Mr. S often wrote to him. Mr. p heard that it was changed several times. The year before last, he received a special tax from a special tax bureau, and never heard from him again.
After a winter in Taizhou, there are four people in my family. Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a mountain valley. There is only one street two miles long. On other roads, almost no one can be seen during the day; It is dark at night. Occasionally, there is a little light in someone's window, and there are pedestrians holding torches, but that is very few. We live at the foot of the mountain. Some are the wind in the pine forest on the mountain and the shadows of birds in the sky. I went in late summer and left in early spring, but it seems that I have been living in winter; But even in winter, it is not cold. We live upstairs, and the study faces the road; You can clearly hear someone talking on the road. But because there are too few people walking, sometimes there is a sound, which can only be heard when the far wind comes, but it is unexpectedly outside the window. As strangers, we often just sit at home besides going to school. My wife is used to that kind of loneliness, too, and only stays with our father. Although it is always winter outside, it is always spring at home. Once I went to the street, when I came back, the wide window of the kitchen downstairs was open, and their mother and son were lined up side by side; Three faces are smiling at me innocently. It seems that Taizhou is empty, only the four of us; The sky is empty, and there are only four of us. It was the tenth year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out from home and was at home. Now she has been dead for almost four years, but I still remember the shadow of her smile.
No matter how cold, windy and snowy it is, it always warms my heart when I think about it.
4. Winter in Baima Lake, Shaoxing In my career of more than 40 years, my deepest feeling about winter was when I moved to Baima Lake ten years ago. In the past ten years, Baima Lake has become a small village. When I moved, it was still a wilderness. The new building in chunhui middle school stands high on the other side of the lake. There are several newly-built bungalows at the foot of the mountain on this side of the lake, where Liu and I live. Besides, there's no one in two or three miles. -The family moved from prosperous Hang Cheng to this desolate Shan Ye in late November of the lunar calendar, as if immersed in the polar region.
The wind there roars like a tiger almost every day. Although the building is newly built, its structure is extremely rough, and the wind blows in through the gap between doors and windows, which is particularly sharp. Thick paper is stuck in the gap between doors and windows, but there is still penetration in the gap. When it is windy, close the door before dark. After dinner, the whole family sleeps under the covers, listening to the roar of the cold wind and the surging of the lake. The small back porch on the mountain is my study, which is the smallest stroke in the whole house. I often pull the Luo Song hat on my head very low and work late into the night under foreign lights. Songtao is like a roar, the frosty moon is a window, and the hungry mouse is squeaking on the dust. At this time, I am deeply interested in bleak poems. I often paint gray by myself and refuse to sleep, imagining myself in the characters in landscape paintings and doing all kinds of secluded reverie. Now there are trees everywhere in Baima Lake. At that time, no trees were planted. The moon and the sun are one, shining from the mountain to the foot. When the sun is fine, as long as it doesn't blow, it's really warm, unlike winter. The whole family is sitting in court, and even having lunch is outside, just like eating in summer. Where there is sunshine, move chairs and benches. Suddenly, the cold wind came, and we had to escape into the room with chairs and benches and shut the door in a hurry. On a normal day, the wind will come in the late afternoon and stop at midnight. As for the big cold, it was screaming all day long, and it took two or three days to stop. In the coldest days, the mud looks as white as cement, the mountains are purple and black with cold, and the lake waves are blue.
I don't hate snow. On snowy days, the room is particularly bright, and there is almost no need to light it at night. The snow in the distant mountains is enough to see for half a month, and you can see it from the window when you look up. But in the south, it snows only once or twice every winter. Almost all the winter feelings I experienced there came from the wind. The wind in Baima Lake is strong, which can be said to have geographical reasons. There are mountains around the lake, but there is a gap half a mile wide at the north end, as if deliberately opening the bag to the wind. The landscape of Baima Lake is not far from ordinary scenic spots, but the wind is different from other places. Everyone who has been there knows how windy it is. Wind has been an important factor in winter since ancient times, especially in Baima Lake.
Now, the family has lived in Shanghai for many days. When they hear the wind in the dead of night, everyone will mention Baima Lake and say, "I don't know how hard the wind is blowing tonight!"
5, the Hulan River is overwhelming and then cooled down:
The water tank is frozen and cracked;
The well froze;
On the night of the snowstorm, I actually sealed someone else's house, slept all night, got up in the morning and pushed the door, but I couldn't open it.
Everything has changed since the earth arrived in this cold season. The sky is gray, like chaotic weather after a strong wind, and it has snowed all day. People walk fast, and the breath around their mouths seems to smoke when they are cold. Seven horses are pulling a cart and running side by side in the wilderness, carrying lanterns and swinging big whips. There are three stars hanging in the sky. After running for two miles, the horse began to sweat. If we run any longer, this group of people will be steaming in the ice and snow. The horse didn't stop sweating until the sun came out and entered the stable. But as soon as the sweat stopped, the horse's hair frosted immediately.
6. Whispering in Winter Every winter, you can really touch the years. Year is the dividing line in the middle of winter. With this boundary, I feel that the years are getting shorter and shorter until there are few left! After the new year, I suddenly had many days, and I became a time rich man. I really have a lot of things to do right away.
Time is measured by time. So where is the time? Walking on the clock, on the calendar, or in the sunshine in front of the window?
The window is the most charming photo frame in the house. Seasons and climate change the scenery in the picture frame. In the strongest days of winter, the indoor heat and the sunshine outside the window work together to melt the ice and snow on the frozen glass; It always starts in the middle and spreads around. Through this wonderful ice cave, I found that the world in winter is the brightest. That summer, like people's youth, was always shrouded in shadows, but it was lush and dark. Why was the grove so bright? I suddenly have a respect for the old man's concept. Only when you have read all your life and stripped the leaves of life will you be as clear as this grove. Only through this thoroughness can we have this boundless peace. Peace is not a kind of sleep, but a kind of extensive and rich self-enjoyment. Only the creator's self-enjoyment in the world is the real happiness of life.
7. Winter in Beijing Speaking of winter, I shudder.
I grew up in Beiping. Winter in Beijing is too cold. Shortly after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the family was busy preparing for the winter and doing "winter defense". On the first day of the tenth lunar month, a fire must be lit in one room, and briquettes, hard coal and firewood should be made earlier. Shaking coal balls is a big deal. A pile of camels carried bags of pulverized coal to the door, and the coal point carried the pulverized coal into the door and poured it into the east yard. It was so high. Then waiting for a sunny day, three or five coal spots came with sieves, rakes, shovels and two claws, with a cloth wrapped on their heads and a short and thick tobacco pouch inserted in the waist cloth. The skill of shaking briquettes with coal dots is really unambiguous. The ground was covered with pulverized coal, and a pit was made in the middle to pour water. Together with the loess prepared in advance, the two big men stirred up. After mixing, spread the slime-like coal powder on the open space, make a big cake, and flatten the bare with a shovel, about ten feet square. At this time, the coal-saving sunspot was sweating all over, and black sweat dripped down on my face. It's time to sit down and have a rest and have a cigarette. After standing, the pulverized coal is slightly dry and condensed, and then it is cut vertically and horizontally with a shovel and cut into small squares, which is as clever as a chef cutting vegetables and radishes. Then he sat down, put a small flowerpot on the ground, put the sieve on the flowerpot, and another man shoveled the coal powder cut into squares into the sieve and began to shake it, just like shaking Yuanxiao, slowly shaking the squares into briquettes. Then spread it on the ground to dry. Shake screen by screen, dry screen by screen. It's hard, and it's fun for children to watch.
When it turns white and the rain is coming, the coal spots have to be cleaned up, gathered together and covered with something, otherwise the coal will be washed away by the rain, and all previous efforts will be in vain. He enjoys it all, but develops a little more money for drinks. When it is completely dry, he will come to collect coal again, and it will be complete. See you next year.
Coal is really bitter, as if everyone has little sympathy. From sunrise to sunset, I met several naughty wild children on my tired way home, and I couldn't help but hear the children singing and laughing at him:
Coal point,
Use an abacus,
I saw your mother washing her feet!
I was still young at that time, and I didn't understand why I couldn't see it after washing my feet for so long.
Coal briquettes are used everywhere for kitchen stoves and small white stoves, and even poor families should reserve them in advance. Of course, people who have "foreign stoves" have to store large pieces of red coal and white coal, which must be crushed before they can be used, and they also need some manpower. Friends in the south are surprised to see that every household in Beiping is busy with "winter defense". He doesn't know the cold in Beiping in winter.
The north wind was cold all night and there was heavy snow. The scenery is worth seeing. But a few people can sing Snow White as calmly as Ms. Xie Daowen. All people are cowered by the north wind that stings people's skin and are busy with their own affairs. When I went to school as a child, my schoolbag was not too heavy. It's just that it's nerve-racking to bring an ink cartridge. I have to hold it steady, or the ink will spill. That's unimaginable. It will be even more annoying to bring a blue ink bottle with English words written on it in a few days. If you reach for the ink cartridge and ink bottle, your hands will freeze. Gloves are useless. Sister knitted me two nets with velvet rope, one for ink cartridges and the other for ink bottles. At the same time, she made me a cotton hand tube, put her hand into the tube and carried the net rope that had been plugged through the small hole, so that she could carry the ink box and ink bottle without showing her hands. Rao, the knuckles are still red and itchy with cold. Frostbite of the heel is more common. Before going to bed, my mother prepared hot water for us to iron our feet, and then got into bed, only to feel a trace of warmth during the day.
Isn't the winter scenery in Beiping beautiful? That's not true. In the morning, crows often fall on the branches at the top of elm trees and croak. What an ancient map of western Western jackdaw! But it's not nearly as good as Xi 'an's crow. It seems that there are many magpies in Beiping, twittering on the roof of the eaves, but their upturned tails are beautiful. Some people say they are here to give good news, and I don't know where the joy comes from. There are many sparrows, but they erect their feathers like hemp fibers and scamper on the ground for food, looking miserable. I don't know who stood the pigeons. A group of pigeons rowed past and circled. The blue sky set off white, and suddenly the whistle sounded. I don't know who is flying a kite, sand goose butterfly arowana, and gongs and drums are still hanging on the bow. In the middle of winter, it is also dotted with some fun.
Celebrating the New Year is the climax of winter life. Every family posted Spring Festival couplets, set off firecrackers, wrapped jiaozi and collected the God of Wealth. In fact, it's the carnival season for children, changing clothes, kowtowing, visiting factories and shops, and holding a glass trumpet with a runny nose. The Sugar-Coated Berry, which is five or six feet long, is covered with dust and sand. The dust in Beiping comes from the Gobi Desert in Mongolia. I was really confused when I came. Dust is everywhere in the neck collar, nostrils and teeth, which is the real symbol of winter in Beiping. Stupid husbands and wives are busy visiting the Temple of Wealth, going to Baiyun Temple to see immortals, and even going to Miao Feng to burn incense. In fact, they are nothing more than rolling in the muddy dust.
In Beiping, there are many frivolous people, but in winter, most people wear heavy cotton gowns, cotton trousers, cotton jackets, cotton gowns, cotton vests, cotton trousers, cotton hoods, cotton wadding nests and cotton gloves. Except those wearing silk cotton. For those who pull rickshaws, carry water, dig dung, exchange foreign goods for lanterns, change fat money, grab empty money and play drums … which one is not wearing thin clothes and shivering in the cold wind? In the winter in Beiping, at first glance, there are almost bleak and poor scenes everywhere. You don't have to go to the door of the porridge factory to realize what is called hunger and cold. Beiping is a big place. It used to be the hub of chariots, and later it was the first good place, but it was also the place where "the wine and meat in Zhumen stink and the road freezes to death".
It's cold in Beiping, but it's actually colder than Beiping. I spent two winters in Shenyang. The double-glazed windows of the house are covered with ice and snow. If a small hole is made in the inner layer, cold air will come. There is a layer of ice on the road, and there is another layer of ice. I once went to a dinner party and fell twice on the way. Everyone thought it was a common thing. But it's not easy to put on more clothes when you break your leg. An old friend came to see me. I don't know him because his eyebrows and beard are frosted! There is not a woman walking in the street. There is a row of birds on the street lamp wire, silently staring blankly, too cold to even scream. Further north, such as Heilongjiang, it must be much colder. Comparatively speaking, Beiping is not the coldest.
Winter is really terrible. The poet said, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" I hope so.
8. Winter in Harbin Author: Xiao Hong, original title: "Early Winter"
In early winter, I walked in the cool street and met my brother.
"Sister Ying, where are you going?"
"Just walk around!"
"Sister Ying, let's have a cup of coffee, shall we?"
The windows of the coffee shop are covered with pale frost under the curtains. I hung my coat with fur at the neckline on the hanger.
We began to stir the cups, and the bell rang.
"It's cold! And so lonely. You had better go home. " My brother's eyes are dark black.
I shook my head and said, "How is your school basketball team recently? Still active? Are you still enthusiastic? "
"I throw the basket more progress, it's a pity that you haven't come to our stadium.
You can't be so carefree "
I'm still stirring the cup. Maybe I have been drifting for a long time, just like the offshore sea. I won't turn it up unless there is a strong wind. I started making my handkerchief. I didn't hear what my brother said to me, just like sinking into a well of far-reaching fantasy.
I don't remember how I drink coffee. When the teaspoon stirred the empty cup, my brother said, "One more!" " "
The waitress came to our table, her hair flying like laughter, and she staggered away with loud footsteps.
Perhaps because of the early morning or the cold weather, no one walked into this coffee shop again. When my brother looked at me silently, when my mind was as calm as glass, I could hear the tiny neighing of the heating pipe between the walls.
"It's cold, or go home. It is useless to be in this restless mood for a long time. "
"Why!"
"What good is it for you to be in a bad mood?"
"Why do you want to say that I am in a bad mood?"
We are stirring the cup again. A foreigner came in, and the loud woman who couldn't stop talking sat near us. The closer she is to me, the more I smell the fragrance of her clothes, which makes me feel that she is getting farther and farther away from me, and all mankind is getting farther and farther away from me. Maybe her carefree and happy attitude has nothing to do with me.
We stirred the cup, but it couldn't ring as it started. Trams seem to be increasing gradually, and the figures flashing on the windows are rapid and numerous. Through the window, you can hear dumb laughter and the sound of dumb shoes stepping on the sidewalk.
"Sister Ying," my brother's eyes are dark. "It's cold, you can't drift down any more, go home!" The younger brother said, "Your hair is so long, why don't you go to the barber shop?" I don't know why I was excited by his words.
Perhaps the lights that were about to go out were rekindled in my heart, and the heat and light swelled me up: "I don't want to go back to that home."
"So drifting, so drifting?" My brother's eyes are dark black. He held the cup in his left hand, put the other hand on the table, palm up, trying to grope for something in the space. Finally, he grabbed his scarf. I looked at his trembling lips and said, "Sister Ying, I'm really worried about you, a ronin!" His teeth seem whiter, bigger, stronger and more enthusiastic. His lips became so pale because of the fluctuation of enthusiasm. And he is almost crazy, but quiet, completely occupied by enthusiasm.
Out of the coffee shop, we stepped on the thin ice and snow.
In early winter, the red sun in the morning slaps our hair, which makes me feel happy and lonely. My brother kept shaking his hat and his shoulders rose and fell; My heart is also high and low.
Small sympathizers and sympathizers left the city streets.
Stopping in front of a dilapidated jujube garden, he suddenly extended his thick hand to me. This is our farewell.
"I can't go back to such a home. I don't want to be raised by my father who stands at two extremes with me ... ""I go to school! " He released my hand and turned his back on me. But after a few steps, he turned back: "Sister Ying, I think you'd better go home!" " "
"Then do you need money?"
"Don't."
"So, you like this? You have lost weight! You'll get sick! Your clothes are too thin! " My brother's eyes are dark black, full of prayers and wishes.
We shook hands again and walked in different directions.
The sun shines on my face. As before I met my brother, I walked around aimlessly. Cold wind, stinging throat, always a little cough.
My brother left me with black eyes. How can it not warm my wandering and lonely heart for a moment?