It snows in my world.
Chizi Jian
I like to go back to my hometown because here, my eyes, my heart and my feet have an ideal place to walk.
I usually choose to go for a walk at dusk. From north to south, take the dam or along the river bank. If you walk on the dam, you will meet the old man who drives the sheep home. Those sheep are walking on the gentle slope of the dam, eating grass, but still reluctant to return to the fence. I often see an old woman who released ducks. Her flock of black ducks is led by two big white geese.
The big white goose walked proudly ahead with its neck held high, and countless black ducks followed with their heads down. I prefer walking along the river bank to the dam. I like the sunset photos rolling in the river. The most beautiful place at sunset is the river. The sunset in the water is more brilliant than the sunset itself.
Tired of writing in the study, as long as you look up, the mountains will come into view. It is said that green hills are pleasing to the eye, and winter snow and white mountains are also pleasing to the eye. Of course, you can also enjoy watching the flying clouds from the window. It was a thick cloud of lead and gray just now. It floats, splits into several boat-shaped clouds, and the color becomes bright white.
Whether it is winter or summer, if the moonlight is sultry, I will turn off the bedroom lights, open the curtains and lie in bed to enjoy the moon. Moonlight permeates the room through the window lattice, and warm white light illuminates the bed. Bathed in the moonlight, I have a graceful feeling of walking in the clouds. In the past Mid-Autumn Festival, I lay in bed enjoying the moon.
It was cloudy that day. During the day, it rained a little cold. In the afternoon, the first light snow in early winter came quietly. Seeing snowflakes flying in the air like butterflies, I think the moon must be invisible at night. However, at about seven o'clock, the moon suddenly appeared several bright lights in the clouds in the east.
After eight o'clock, the clouds are thin, and the moon rolling in the clouds will show its true colors in an instant. At nine o'clock, a huge cloud from southwest to northeast crossed the Milky Way, most of which disappeared, and the moon appeared perfectly.
At midnight, the clouds disappeared completely, and the bright moon rising to the zenith was like falling into a lake. The sky looked bluer than the clear sky during the day. This Mid-Autumn Moon, which has experienced wind and rain, frost and snow, is really hard to get. After seeing such a moon, all dreams were bright that night.
I still remember that on the second day of the first month of 2002, my wife and I were invited to dinner at my brother's house in the west of the city. Instead of taking a bus from the city, we got on the dam and walked around the town. It snowed that day, and the weather after the snow is usually warmer, as if snowflakes resisted the cold current with their weak bodies. There were no pedestrians on the dam, just the two of us, walking hand in hand through the snow without saying a word.
The mountains are blurred in the snow, and the river under the dam has disappeared and is covered with thick snow and ice. The willows and poplars on the river bank are hazy in the snow, and the sky and the earth look so boundless and kind.
Walking, I suddenly shed tears, knowing that it is unlucky to cry during the New Year, but I can't help it. That incomparable beauty breeds my sadness. Three months later, my lover left me. When I returned to my hometown that winter, I was the only one walking on the snow dam.
At that time, I suddenly understood why I shed tears that day, because the world is hinting at me that that beautiful emotion will leave you, and you will always be surrounded by this eternal desolation!
Fortunately, the mountains and rivers are still there, the willows are still there, and the moon is still there. My eyes and mind have a shelter, and my pen has the most emotional contact. So I still like to take a walk at dusk, watch the sunset in the water, see the fallen leaves in the wind and see the mountains in the snow.
I am not afraid of getting old, because I want the moonlight to blend with my hair when it turns white. Let the moonlight distinguish between moonlight and white hair; I can't tell whether it is white hair or moonlight growing on my head.
One night a few days ago, I had a dream about heavy snow. I came to a snowy place alone, with houses everywhere, but I couldn't see anyone on the road. Only snowflakes rolled in the air. Snowflakes slapped my face, so cool, so moist and so kind.
When I woke up, it was dark outside the window. I recalled that no matter which season of the year, I would have a dream about snowflakes, even if the birds and flowers were singing outside the window. It seems that my surroundings are destined to be a cold and sad, romantic and cold world. My heart moved, eager to write a line on white paper.
I reached for the bedside lamp, but it didn't turn on. I must have lost power at night. I turned on my mobile phone, grabbed a pen by the dim light, wrote the words that best expressed my thoughts and feelings on a piece of typing paper, and then went back to bed to continue my dream.
That sentence is: it snows in my world.
Pet-name ruby Yes, it snows in my world. ...
Appreciate:
The first four paragraphs are relaxed and cheerful, then they become sad in the fifth paragraph, and calm and positive in the sixth and seventh paragraphs. The author suffered the blow of his lover's death and learned more about life and death, so he loved nature and life more.
The last paragraph, the snowy world, is a sad, romantic and cold night in the author's dream, which reminds the author of the time spent with his lover. That time was kind and moist, with sweet and happy memories.
Pet-name ruby paragraph, the snowy world is the embodiment of the author's life situation, although in old age, the past happy time is slowly melting with snowflakes, but we should still face life positively and calmly.
catalogue
Memoirs of simple life, dumb spring, farm tools' eyes, insect skynet, the past of mosquitoes and cigarettes, people picking mountains, light and shadow, animals, neighborhood fences, eating at home, girls, coffins and bamboo boards, farmers' bathrooms and hair houses, open-air movies, potato collectors under Wuhua Mountain.
Logging ditty, cooking smoke and twilight, New Year's picture cricket, it snows in my world, the good times slip away quietly, the vegetable garden remains the same year after year, the good times slip away quietly, the fish wail, the butterfly wails, the house talks, the wood age, the clouds are bleak, the hometown is good, the lantern festival, the ice lantern is sad, how long can a drop of water live?
Camellia oil noodles, home-made tofu, a fool's paradise, carpenters and painters, a distant mail truck, a nation on horseback, the celestial phenomena in the Arctic of China, wave abuse, salt in the north, the days of tearing the calendar, and how time passes.
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Brief introduction of the author
Chi Zijian, born in 1964, Han nationality, Mohe, Heilongjiang. 1990 graduated from Beijing Normal University. 1984 studied in the writers' class of Northwest University and the postgraduate class of Beijing Normal University, and is now a professional writer of Heilongjiang Writers Association, with first-class literary creation. Published works 65438 to 0985. 65438-0989 Join the Chinese Writers Association.
His main works are: Novel under the Tree, Morning Bell and Twilight Ringing, Puppet Manchukuo, Right Bank of Ergon, Collection of Novels, Fairy Tales in the Arctic Village, Cemetery of Snow, Journey in the White Night, Lost Sichuan, Bai Yinna, Friends Come to See Snow, and Collection of Prose.
The Cowherd on the Foggy Moon won the Lu Xun Literature Award 1995-1996, Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award 1993, the novel Bai Yinna won the second Red River Literature Award of Everybody magazine, and the novel The Morning Bell Through the Dusk won the Northeast Literature Award1993.
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