snow
◎Cai Hongwei
It’s snowing. I opened the window, and my eyes were filled with surprise: there is a lot of snow in the winter in the north, but this kind of snow is extremely rare - warm snow! There was no wind, and large snowflakes fell quietly, so quietly that you could hear the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground. I was intoxicated and wanted to dance with the snow, but I was afraid of breaking the tranquility of the world. I was afraid that my footprints would stain this clean world, and I was afraid that my insignificant body shape would hinder this harmony. I stood in front of the window, watching quietly and thinking foolishly. Slowly, my body became lighter and lighter, and I actually floated. I floated out of the window and merged into the snow in the sky, becoming a snowflake.
I breathed in the cool air and floated willfully to the fields. The fields no longer have the usual clutter, but are just an endless expanse of white. I listened close to the ground and could hear the crackling sound of wheat seedlings jointing under the snow and the whispering of grass. I knew that new life was quietly being nurtured. A hare ran over in clumsy hops, looked at me friendly, and jumped into a white bush; there was also a colorful pheasant that nodded at me and dexterously Run into the distance. They left two lines of beautiful footprints on the smooth snow. I guess that because of the snow, they became poetic and came out to write a few hymns to this pure world, but I couldn't understand or read their words.
I continued to float, and I saw a figure in front of me that seemed to be dancing in the air. I quickly floated over and took a closer look, and it turned out to be Lin Daiyu ! Last night I was lying on the bed watching " Dream of Red Mansions ". I just saw Daiyu Burying Flowers. It was in Daiyu's sad and sad song "Fly with the flowers to the end of the sky. At the end of the sky, where are the fragrant hills?" Those who fell asleep in the middle didn't expect to meet him today. I asked Daiyu: "Where are your flower hoe and flower bag? Are you here to bury the flowers?" Daiyu ignored me and just danced with great enthusiasm, youthfulness, liveliness and enthusiasm. Unexpectedly, Daiyu, who was frail and full of sorrow, could have such youthful vitality. I was infected and started dancing with Daiyu. Daiyu danced and sang: "It looks like catkins but is not catkins, famous flowers are not flowers, why look for fragrant hills, the world is everywhere; self-purification makes the world cleaner, admire the evil Langyuan Pa." I said to Daiyu excitedly: "It's such a beautiful time, can I go and gather more people to dance together?" Daiyu stopped dancing, her face returned to sadness, she looked at me with a resentful look, and disappeared in an instant. I called Daiyu, but I couldn't hear a sound.
I had no choice but to drift towards the city. I saw a group of children wearing red clothes having a snowball fight and building a snowman. Children are innocent, clean elves. Even if the snow is changed into something different from its original appearance, the snow will not be angry. I didn't disturb them and continued floating.
A puff of black smoke floated in my face, choking me and making me cough. It was a huge chimney that was spitting out dirty smoke, blackening the dancing snowflakes around it. I yelled, don't vomit, don't vomit! Chimney ignored me and vomited even harder. Helpless, I had no choice but to drift away angrily. Drifting across a small river, I saw a large, thick pipe draining out black water, turning the surrounding fragrant snow into part of the black water. The snowflake seemed to want to cover the dirty black water with its body, like a martyr, marching forward one after another. However, that was in vain. I yelled again, stop lining up, stop lining up! It's all in vain. I felt sad for the dedicated snow, and drifted away helplessly.
I floated to a window and wanted to call the people inside to come out and dance with me. I saw a couple arguing over whether to eat stir-fried vegetables or stew for lunch. I leaned against the window and shouted: "Stop making noise, come out and enjoy this rare ethereal space!" They ignored me and continued to make noise. The woman picked up a bowl and threw it at the man. The man dodged and the bowl flew straight towards me outside the window. I quickly flew away. The sharp sound of breaking glass broke the tranquility of the snowy day.
I drifted to a window again. There were many people playing mahjong inside, and it was full of smoke. I shouted: "Come out, come out, breathe fresh air, feel ethereal!" Still no one paid attention to me. Just when I was about to shout again, a turbid air of desire overflowed from the window, and I quickly ran away.I saw snowflakes falling and piling up on the windowsill, as if they wanted to block this dirty window. I drifted away sadly again, wondering whether Xue could succeed.
I think, go find my good friend. He likes snow very much. He is a poet and has written many poems praising snow. He opened a bookstore, and I flew to the bookstore.
He was standing at the door of the bookstore, seemingly admiring the snow and looking for inspiration for poetry. I floated above his head, not disturbing him yet. He muttered: "With this damn weather, there will be no guests today." I was stunned, and then said to him: "What a beautiful weather, you should be very poetic." He ignored me, went back to the house and took out a Bring the broom and start sweeping the snow. He likes to be clean, and always cleans the door. He often complains that the world is too dirty. Even if the surface is cleaned, the cracks in the bricks and other small details are still dirty, but you just can't see it. I shouted to him: "Don't sweep the snow, it's such a clean snow, what a clean world they have brought to us, they come clean and go dirty, they will clean the dirt in front of your door." "Yes." He still ignored me, maybe pretending not to hear, and continued scanning. I almost burst into tears, but he ignored me. What surprised me was that after he finished sweeping the snow, he went back to the house and brought out a bucket of ashes to scatter on the snow! I flew over to snatch his ashes and shouted into his ear: "No! Don't you like snow? Don't you like to be clean? Why should you make the snow dirty? It's just the snow that will delay you for a day or two. Make money, you can just use this time to enjoy the clean world you long for, give your heart a rest, and be baptized!" He seemed to be unable to feel my presence, nor could he hear my shouts, and continued to spread his lies. . I cried and shouted: No, no -----
I suddenly opened my eyes, it turned out that it was a dream. I touched the corners of my eyes, and there were still tears that had not dried. I saw that the windows were extremely bright, and I thought, could it really be snowing? I ran to the window and looked, oh, it was really snowing. Gentle Snow--------
[About the author]
Cai Hongwei, a laid-off worker, likes literature, and occasionally the words are turned into type.
Yantai Prose
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