Text: Liu Shuliang **Liu Shuliang Channel
When I walked out of my room, the snow was still falling, and it was already covering the city where I lived.
A few stray dogs, cowering, huddled under the eaves of the garbage dump and no longer running around the yard.
When I lived in the countryside, I would fly over my head and watch them until they disappeared into the distance. In some years, they are resting in the trees on the other side of the river.
When you reach the age of elementary school, for"One will row the ** word, and one will line up the word" such words feel extremely cordial.
Searching in memory, I haven't seen such a scene for more than ten years.
I'm just out for a walk, and I don't have a real purpose.
I prefer snow to rain. The rain is a quick temper, when it comes, it is urgent, sometimes there is thunder exploding, which makes people's hearts beat, if it is a light rain, Wenwen falls quietly, it will not be long before the dusty corners and corners fall fresh, the green leaves become clear and bright, and a group of boys and girls rush out of the alley and run into the rain.
The snow falls quietly, there seems to be no warning, it comes when you want, it comes quietly, often it falls on a layer, only to be happy to find that the snow is coming, this is the reason why the first snow of the year makes people remember, right?
I walked on the snow, inhaling the air purified by the snow. I walked very slowly, and sometimes when I looked back at my footsteps, the footprints changed from clear to blurred, and finally covered by the falling snow, as if I had never walked before.
This is like the whole process of life, you have never existed, and then you are active in society step by step, and after a few years, you will be marginalized by this world, with you without you, it will not affect the liveliness of this world at all, and gradually be completely forgotten by this world, like a speck of dust.
When the snow fell, the ground was much quieter, and the place where I walked was a garden path outside the neighborhood where no one came and went. I inadvertently stopped to look in the direction the snowflakes were coming from and listened to the sound of the snow falling.
Someone wrote that the snow is falling rustlingly, but this is just imagination, but in fact, when the snow falls, it knocks silently, and there will never be a scene where the snow knocks on the door in the night, and if so, it is also the wind that causes trouble.
I walked to the bottom of the maple grove corner, and by this time I must have been wet from the snow on my shoulders, and there was still unmelted snow above my head. Because I subconsciously saw someone looking at me with strange eyes.
I walked to the building where you live by accident. The lattice of the window facing the street with several pots of flowers and plants was tightly closed, and the flowers and plants in the pots had long since withered, this should not be your style, it must have been you away from home for many days.
I think of all kinds of past events I met with you, and I remember that I am an uncertain child, sweet and bitter.
Where have you been?Maybe hide in another book house facing the street to read, or maybe go to the northern snow hot springs with your friends to take a bath.
I thought of you, and I thought about it for a long time, when I left the neighborhood where you lived, almost all the windows were lit, and the windows where you lived were not, quietly, the same as on this snowy night.
The author is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and a well-known reportage writer).