Is it snowing in your city When I was six years old, my mother had just been transferred back to the city, and I remember it as her happiest time. That day she took me to see her who was also transferred back to the city, and her former colleague, somehow managed to miss the last bus. Carrying a heavy cloth bag in one hand, it was full of colleagues from the previous place, the neighbor asked someone to bring it to the city, and asked the colleague to hand over the bits and pieces of food, she was a little hesitant, leaned over and asked me, let's go back, I said, okay!
Now that I think about it, it's not too far, and it's only about an hour's walk from the "Peace Theater" to the "Jiangfeng" dormitory, but in my memory, we really walked this way for a long time. Mom's hands were slightly rough, big and warm, and my little hands were curled up in them, which was very comfortable and reassuring. As I walked, I looked up at my mother, who had a smile on her face and looked ahead, her short ear-length hair fluttering.
When the sky is dark, it is dark, and the street lights on the road are lit up, and each is seriously responsible for illuminating a circle within their own ability, between the street lamps and the street lights, or the section of the road where the street lights are occasionally broken, it is a small and large piece of black, reflecting some figures and shadows of trees. There was no wind, and suddenly the snow fell, and the light of the street lamps fell lightly and silently. Mom's palms were slightly damp, and when I looked up, she was calm and still looking ahead.
I said Mom, is the cloth bag heavy, she looked at me and smiled and said it's okay, I said Mom, I'll carry it, I can carry it, I've tried, she smiled and said that we'll carry it together, okay?As she spoke, she let go of my hand and handed me a small corner of the cloth bag.
I walked with my mom with a cloth bag one night in November when I was 6 years old. The snow gradually fell from grain by grain to piece by piece, and the street lamps became more and more laborious, making it look dim. Although it was just a small corner, but my body soon saw sweat, my mother looked down at me, and said you are tired, I said Mom, I am not tired, you are not tired. My mother asked me if it would be okay for us to sing, and I said happily, "The moon is passing through the clouds like a white lotus..."When I said that there was no moon for my mother, my mother laughed and continued to sing, "The evening breeze blows a burst of happy singing..."”。
Later, I thought that my mother must have regretted that night that she didn't spend money to take someone else's car home early, and didn't call ** for my father to pick it up. The cloth bag is heavy, the snow is dark at night, there are few pedestrians along the way, and beyond the dim yellow of the poor street lamp, the lonely girl and the weak child float in this large area of darkness....She sings to relieve her lack of courage.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, the road is white, there is a sound of "rubbing" when I step on it, my mother stopped and squatted in front of me, we slapped each other on the snow on our heads and bodies, my mother reached into the clothes and wiped a layer of sweat on my back, she frowned, I sorted out my clothes and tied the scarf tightly, I said Mom I am not tired, she smiled, changed her hand, and held my hand again, you come to sing She said.
We sat on top of a high valley mound....I sang aloud along with my mother....We walked past one street lamp after another, and in the silent snow, we watched our shadows grow longer and shorter, and then melt into darkness. My mother also said, "Eat grapes without spitting out grape skins, don't eat grapes but spit out grape skins", I followed my mother and said repeatedly, I took my mother's hand and laughed as I walked.
I don't remember how long we walked that night, but in my memory, the snow that night kept falling, it kept falling.