A few days ago, I always had an illusion that I felt that spring was coming soon. For me who rides a bicycle to work, the wind that is approaching the cold winter is so kind to me.
Everything is like letting it go. The withered leaves are actually green in my eyes. The branches of the tree are blooming with flowers. The lazy and warm sunshine shines on my face and I can't help but want to pick my mouth and have fun. I want to have a little song...
However, in the "tail" of autumn in Hebei, I love to fog very much. Although I see you every year, I do feel the same feeling every year: It’s fog! Winter is coming! While sighing in my heart, I felt that I was standing in the cold wind, letting blow without any effort.
Indeed, winter is here! The cold wind that hit my body while riding a bicycle woke me up again and again. Winter doesn’t come, spring doesn’t come! It seems that the flowers all over the tree suddenly became dry and could not dry the leaves. They could shatter them withered and touched them with a gentle touch...
This is winter. I have spent so many winters without knowing it. Every time I feel terrible cold when it comes, I hope this "coolness" is also expected in summer. The so-called "distance produces beauty" is not unreasonable.
But what can I do? Live your life with peace of mind and cherish the present...
Langfang Winter (Part 2)
Have you picked up the pen for a long time. In a trance tonight, I seem to be no longer me, but I am also me.
When sorting out my thoughts, I occasionally look back at the second treasure sleeping soundly on the bed, the elder brother who just finished memorizing ancient poems and relaxed with his mobile phone, and the person I love the most. Perhaps the source of each article is them!
A few days ago, my father sent me a video. The video was a corner of Fushun , which had been covered with snow. Oh my God! That's snow! That's Bingling ! Just watching videos can make you feel cold. Lying on the sofa, I couldn't help but rub my hand with my hands a few times, which had been exposed because I rolled up my sleeves. But when I was in Fushun, I didn’t feel cold.
Before I knew it, my husband and I have been married for almost seven years, and I haven't seen much snow in seven years. Perhaps Langfang always likes to joke with people in winter. It is already the Xiaoxue solar term, but the sun shines brightly; the sky is even brighter and more charming during the thunder snow, and I have to challenge the solar term. When people relax their vigilance and accompany the sentence "This winter is not as cold as before", the next day, you will be guaranteed that your whole family will always find cotton coats.
I remember a few years ago when I was riding a tram to work in November, I felt like I was about to bloom on the road. This is something that I dare not think about in Fushun, but it is definitely not beyond my reach.
A few years ago I talked to my husband about Langfang City is so cold. I feel that its coldness is dry and cold, and there is no moisture in the air, which makes people dry and uncomfortable. I've been fooled several times. I clearly saw that there were many leaves on the trees outside the window, and the sun was so hot that I was so dazzling that I went to the outdoor challenge, but every time I ran away in less than three seconds. This is really cold!
Fushun is also cold, but its coldness is always wet and moist when recalled now, and even the north wind is full of "warmness". Maybe it is saying "I want to freeze you, but I won't freeze you to death." Maybe I'm thinking about it.
It snowed last year or the year before yesterday. It was quite heavy. It should have just reached my knees, but it made my brother so excited. I have never seen him so excited. I used to hear that I jumped up happily. When my elder brother jumped up, he finished all his clothes and shouted that he would go out to play with the snow.
But I was really not that excited. For me, the "silver world" was common in the past. It was quite surprising that it was the first time I could snow so heavily here in seven years.
and his son couldn't help but smile when they watched him snowball with all their strength. It is rare for him to be so serious and hardworking.
Yes, it’s really pitiful that there are fewer snows in Langfang, but God just doesn’t want to divide more, so what can I do? Every year, whenever I say that winter is coming, my son will lie by the window and keep asking, "Mom, when will it snow?" I could only smile at his cuteness and say helplessly, "I don't know either." After asking too much, I always think of the snow that can be falling whenever I want to. It can be heavy snow, so big snowflakes are really falling down, and anywhere can become its foothold; it can be the small snowflakes, so small snowflakes and small ice crystals make you unable to stand down and step on, for fear of defiling its crystal clearness and purity; it can be light rain and light snow, anyway, the snow is something that must be poured in winter, no matter who you are with...
It was late at night as it was written, and the snoring of my husband and children made me stop thinking. I want to go back and have a look.
Essay: "Art comes from life", this sentence is my greatest reflection of this article. Every word is true and true in the pen. I hope it can resonate with you in Langfang and Fushun.
——Yong Ling
Author profile:
The author's real name is Xu Shuo, born in the 1990s, from Langfang, Hebei. Love writing. The author has been simple and courageous since childhood and pursues eternity, but after entering society, he realized that eternity can never be encountered but hard to come by. So again, I used the pseudonym "Yongling" I gave myself in elementary school to hope that I and my articles will always be full of spirituality
Editor in charge: Xiaoyuer
Proofreading editor: Ma Lan
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