(Snowflake Emotional Essay) Original.
Author: Yang Shengxi.
Whenever the snow falls, I can't help but think of Heilongjiang, Jixi City, Mishan City, and even more nostalgia for my second hometown Yangmu Township and 857 Farm.
Ice and snow is the soul of winter, the white snow is the most simple color of winter, a piece of flying snow reservedly draws the trajectory of the change of seasons, and the snowflakes flying with the wind add a lot of interest to the world, making the world more beautiful and romantic, and becoming more colorful.
Snow is the messenger of winter, and it likes to appear in the silence of dawn. The snow is clear, taking over the pride of the rising sun. The first blizzard in Cangzhou City in 2023 will be blowing one after another, sweeping through the air, fluttering and rotating with the wind, like catkins falling from the sky, sweeping the land of Cangzhou and dancing my acacia. In a trance, the scattered flying buried my happy face, warmed the corners of my eyes, at this moment, I remembered the second hometown Yangmu Township where I had lived for many years, and remembered the 857 Farm that had worked hard for many years. I remembered everything there——— the mountains, the fields, the stone wells, the cherry trees, the Muling River, the Xingkai Lake, the houses, and the high-rise buildings. I also thought of the old people there, the children there, the farmers there, the literary friends there, the Tibetan friends there, the fishing friends there, the boyfriends there, the girlfriends there, .......
When I think of the winter in Heilongjiang, my heart will always be rendered by the white there, where the roads are white, the trees are white, the fields are white, the rivers and lakes are white, and the houses are white ......In short, everything is covered in a natural white, which is really thousands of miles of ice and snow, smart and enchanting. The glittering ice flowers on the window are tightly clustered, and you can see a bright Northeast ice and snow world through the ice cubes.
The snow in Cangzhou City became heavier and heavier, and at first it was accompanied by a light rain, and soon large snowflakes fell from the cloudy sky. Thick snow immediately enveloped the city, which was both familiar and unfamiliar to me.
This snow fell quietly for a day and a night, and it was getting bigger and bigger, from small to large to blizzard. The average snowfall in the city is 172 mm, salt mountain up to 217 mm, all of which have reached the level of blizzard, the snow depth of the city has exceeded 10 cm, and the largest in Cangzhou urban area is 17 cm, ranking third in history.
I stood in the snow-capped land of Cangzhou, as if everything could be buried by this blizzard, in fact!I was willing to be overwhelmed by it, willing to accept its warm hugs. Because for me, the more snow flies day and night, the more lively it is, the bigger and thicker it falls, the more fun it is, and the stronger and colder the wind.
I walked on the snow-covered road, collecting the snowflakes carefully, pinning them to my clothes and sticking them in my sideburns. At this moment, there are few pedestrians on the road, everyone is wearing thick cotton clothes, cotton shoes, holding umbrellas, hurrying away, the usual endless flow of vehicles is gone, less the honking of cars, everywhere has become so quiet, a snow-white road is paved out, like a river full of starlight passing under the feet, the soles of the shoes make a "creaking" sound, pleasant and mysterious. Looking back at the way I came, I tried to see the deep and shallow footprints again, but found that the snowflakes had filled the footprints, covered them, and there was no trace. I don't know how many miles I've traveled in this life?I don't know how many footprints were left behind?
At this moment, it was eight o'clock the next morning, the snow was falling bigger and more urgently, the wind was blowing stronger and stronger, and there were more and more office workers wrapped tightly, walking back and forth on the snow road, and the sound of electric cars falling down was constantly staged on the slippery road. The embarrassed appearance of the pedestrians made me even more frightened in the car, the howling north wind was coming, although I was wearing thick clothes, my hands and feet were still frozen stiff, and I was concentrating on pain. The flying snowflakes were dense and dense, falling into my eyes and blurring my vision, and the loneliness and coldness were growing wildly in my heart at this moment. I spread my legs and used my feet as support for my left and right, trying my best to control the stability of the electric car, and slid carefully through the snow at the slowest speed .......
A series of footprints, a line of driving tracks, stretching forward along the snow, every footprint, every car track, is like a musical note, high or low, slow and urgent;Every step is staggered into a dignified thought and longing dream, which is deeply imprinted in the heart of every struggler.
The blizzard in Cangzhou City was endless, and there was no sign of stopping until the afternoon of the next day. Gazing at the crystal of the sky, in the vague memory, thinking about the past, not only sighing at the inertia of life along the way, how many ups and downs and vicissitudes have been tolerated, but more importantly, how much justice and ideals are carried. Staring at the glimmer of snow reflection, recalling the beauty of the past, the lack of the past, sighing that life is in a hurry, with a flick of the fingers, we have changed from children to adults, and from adults to old age, through the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the world, and also tasted the vicissitudes and ups and downs of life, fame and fortune, the clouds and smoke of the past, the water and the moon mirror flowers, not greedy.
I believe that everything in the world is perfect, and in many cultures and languages, there is an old proverb: "The extreme must be the opposite". The moon is full and there are also shortcomings, the melons are ripe and falling, half a cent is not left, and everything is a little lacking in order to persevere.
At dusk, the blizzard finally stopped, and Cangzhou City under the heavy night seemed to be frozen, and the whole land quietly fell asleep. The endless night sky, leaning over and looking at the world, the whole earth is covered in silver, the cold wind is cold, and everything is silent, as if entering a pure and immaculate ice and snow kingdom, allowing people to enjoy the beauty of fairyland on earth.
About author:Yang Shengxi, male, pen name: Mengxue, screen name: Sunshine Life;The red sun is shining. He is now a member of the Chinese Prose Literature AssociationVice Chairman and Director of Handan Branch of "Young Writers Magazine";Vice-President of the Oriental Poets Association;General Manager of Beijing Kiss Road Intercontinental Human Resources *** Yazhou Branch;Editor-in-chief of "Baijia";Editor-in-chief of Anthology of World Poetry Writers;Editor of "Chinese Rural Beauty";Member of Hai'an Writers Association;Member of Nantong Writers Association;Director of Jixi Writers Association;Member of Jixi City, Mishan Writers Association, Poetry Association. In June 2020, "Birds and Flowers, Dream World" won the "Celebrity Cup Gold Award" in the "Talent Cup" and "Celebrity Cup" held by the world's five major WeChat platformsIn July 2019, the essay "Summer, the Dream of Fairy Tales" won the first prize in the "Kuishou Cup Literary Competition" essay competition held by the World Writers AnthologyIn August 2019, "Today's Stars, Tomorrow's Sun" won the gold medal award of "Top Ten Cultural Celebrities of Chinese Culture" in the "National Top Ten Cultural Celebrities Gold Medal Competition" held by the World Writers' AnthologyIn August 2018, he was included in the official "Chinese Cultural Talent Pool";He has won the special prize of reportage in the 2018 "Danjiang Cup" National Paper Media Literature Invitational Competition2018 "Popular Original Songs" e-magazine "Original Star";2018 First Danjiang Cup Poetry and Fragrance Contest Prose First Prize and so on. He has published more than 1,000 articles, poems, essays, reportage, essays, news reports and other newspaper and periodical network platforms such as "Anthology of World Poetry Writers", "Chinese Rural Essays", "International Cultural Elite Collection", "Heilongjiang Rural Daily", "Jixi Evening News", "Jixi Evening News", "Philatelic Newspaper", "Dream Wenyuan", "International Culture", "Xingkaihu Writers", etc. Use words to depict the beauty of life, and tell real stories with true feelings.
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