It snowed slowly and lasted for several days. The yellow corn under the eaves, the red pepper in the window, and a few leaves on the branches of walnuts are all covered with snow-white quilts, as if afraid of the cold, but you can still see yellow lines, strings of red and mottled black walnut leaves. Sparrows fly from the eaves to the branches, and snowflakes fall rustling.

The weight of the mat hidden for a long time was taken out by her mother. She swept a clearing under the walnut tree, carefully laid a mat, and then poured out the ground sweet potato powder in autumn to dry. Give it to your uncle after drying. It's the twelfth month. Mom says it's time to fry meatballs. My mother is 76 years old. She grinds potato flour every autumn and then asks my brother and sister to send it to relatives in the twelfth lunar month. My brother is responsible for sending it to my aunt's house in the neighboring village, my sister is responsible for sending it to my second aunt's house across the river, and I want to send it to my uncle's house in the mountains.

My brother is in Hainan, I am in Luoyang, and my sister is married to a neighboring village. Over the years, my sister has been sending potato powder to relatives. This year, the three brothers and sisters finally got together, and my sister said, please send them back to your uncle's house. My uncle's home is in a village called Lamadian in the mountains. At that time, there was no bike at home, so I had to walk to my uncle's house. In winter vacation, I carried potato flour on my back and went into the mountains. Because it is the twelfth lunar month, the villages along the mountain road become lively. A few strong men made a fire by the stream to kill pigs. The water in the pot is steaming and someone is sharpening the knife. The tearful black-and-white pig was eager to get rid of the rope on his foot ... The most exciting thing was the children, who were shocked by the killing of the pig, including me who was going to my uncle's house. I sometimes walk on the mountain road for two hours.

After passing a village called Shuiquan, you can clearly see that the newly-married daughter-in-law is drying a brand-new quilt on the roof, and the quilts of rose, fruit green, pink and ivory yellow are swaying happily in the breeze. It seems that I was fourteen or fifteen at that time, and I already knew how to like the girls in my class. I think, when can I have so many colorful quilts for my beautiful bride to bask in the sun? Along the mountain road, persimmon trees are the most common. There are always some persimmons on the red branches to remind you that it's the twelfth lunar month, dear, and it's time for the New Year.

My uncle's house is next to the small temple in Lamadian, passing a small shop, passing the back playground of a primary school, and turning to the stone lion at the gate of the small temple. My uncle and aunt are waiting at the door, pretending to be angry. My uncle raised his hand to hit me, and my aunt was already in a hurry to stuff persimmons and meatballs into my mouth. My third grandmother, who has just added a grandson, is making a quilt on the slate in front of the small temple. She said that when she was fifteen, she should call herself a daughter-in-law. When she has a daughter-in-law, she will also make a quilt for you. Aunt said, kitten, it's still early, and I have to study. I said, it's getting late. Didn't Third Grandma get married at the age of twelve? Laughter and laughter in front of the small temple ...

That was ten or twenty years ago. Sending potato flour to my uncle's house is probably the warmest thing in previous years. Now, I have passed the age of no doubt, and my uncle is 86 years old. My uncle said, I really want to eat my nephew's potato powder. Please give it to my uncle. My uncle's words, like a magic wand, "clicked" me at once, bringing back the flavor of the year in the lush years.

I remembered a poem—

..... Once upon a time, the speed was very slow, and it took a day to walk from one village to another. The old days were slow and warm, wrapped in faint fireworks, day after day. ...

Long time no see, the warmth of the twelfth month.