Author Dongfang Chunxiao
The wind last night made the momentum of winter. Through the closed window curtain, I could still hear the swaying sobs on the branches where the dead leaves were peeling off. When I woke up in the middle of the night, strictly speaking, I was awakened by the sharp drop in temperature. The more sudden cold wind dragged the whistle and passed through the corner of the front porch. In the coldness, there was no sleepiness.
glance at the phone, at four o'clock in the morning. A small green light flashing in a corner of the screen reminds you that there is unread information. When I opened WeChat, there were indeed several to be read. One: Old classmate, are you okay? I'm a Xiaoyang person, it's painful! Another article: Our whole family is half yin and half yang, how can we be good with brothers? Article 3: All the young and old people are caught in the trap. Can old friends coordinate to buy some antipyretics? ...Sit up in my clothes, my eyebrows were condensed, and the chill in my heart was as good as the whistling outside the window.
Three years ago, it was also this season. When I closed my own balcony with a cup of tea and a book, and paid attention to the epidemic situation in a neighboring big city with my heart, I enjoyed the warm sunshine at noon. I always felt that the epidemic was far away and unattainable from us.
Three years have passed, and the days woven by time and the marbles of time have been missing many pasts that should not be left behind, but the epidemic is like a possessed monster, unable to break it apart or throw it away. We are working hard, insisting on long-term control and defense, crawling on the ridge that is about to reach the top and win, is also consuming our energy and looting our wealth. Now, the epidemic demon at the end of his strength is still taking the last tide with a persistent stamina. I believe that the flowers everywhere in front of me will only sway on the eve of dawn.
Sleepless overnight, and it will start soon. The cold wind was still fiddling with its own sound, but its momentum was decaying into a stream of coldness. A few fallen leaves remained at the corner of the courtyard, with yellow and blue colors. It is not necessary to identify it, it is the branch of the papaya tree, the remains of the ruins of last night's cold wind. The papaya tree in the north is one of the oldest tree species in China. Always facing the winter snow, when spring is still sprouting, the fluffy leaf buds have begun to sprout. In the middle of winter, when all the dead leaves of the trees dissipate, there are still green leaves on the branches of the papaya tree. I firmly believe that this is the strongest hero among all deciduous tree species. His courage and ambition are in line with the tenacious spiritual character of our nation.
Han Chen, who was awakened by the winter night, stood under the papaya tree and pondered, and suddenly saw a beam of light jumping out of the thick gray clouds. Suddenly, the warmth brushed my face and the warmth melted my body. Through the bronze twisted branches of the papaya tree, looking up, there were wisps of winter sun spreading, a touch of warm colors, and the distant objects seen in freehand sweep away the haze accumulated between the eyebrows, illuminating the heart and warming the whole body.
A ray of winter sun is warm,
There is sunshine in the world and good health.
(original first release)
