It was night, the snowflakes were falling quietly, I had not yet fallen asleep, quietly looking at the falling snow outside the window, under the background of the dim street lamp, the original cold snow, this moment seemed to be the sunshine sprinkled, flying in the air, so quiet, so warm.
It was also the first snow of the winter, and it came a little later than usual, and it came so suddenly, it was a surprise. Some time ago, the temperature has been high, and it should be the season of snow and leaves falling to dust in winter, but the willow trees downstairs are already verdant, and the willow branches swaying in the wind are also laughing at the powerlessness of winter. I thought it would be a warm winter this year, but this sudden winter snow gave winter its original color.
With the arrival of the first snow, winter has officially begun.
Just stood quietly in front of the window, quietly watching, and the distant figure appeared in his mind.
It must be snowing at home at this time, right?
I still remember that whenever it snowed, my father would always get up early, sweep the snow from the yard with a broom and make a path leading to the kitchen, light a fire to boil water, and prepare warm water for us to brush our teeth and wash our faces. My mother would always find thick cotton clothes for my brother and me when she got up, and told us to dress warmly.
People in the countryside always wake up early, and by the time my brother and I got up, the snow had already been cleared. The road is also swept out in front of every house, and the paths between neighbors are also cleaned, and they all say that they sweep the snow in front of the door, which seems to be not applicable in the village, and some families just take the initiative to clean the road out, so that it is more convenient for people to walk, this is the neighborhood feeling, and it always inadvertently warms many people.
It's snowing, so mom should be ready to eat, right?
When I was a child, I always thought that it was snowing, and it was about to be the New Year, and there was always something delicious at this time. Every winter, my mother often makes radish balls, which is my favorite. One winter, it was the winter vacation of the second year of junior high school, every household was preparing for the New Year, because the family population was large, and there would be more steamed buns to prepare, of course, radish balls should also be prepared a lot, I still remember that my mother prepared a large pot of carrots and white radish, mashed the radish with the kiln at home, drained it, and stirred it with other ingredients, and then you can pass the fried meatballs. Every year during the Chinese New Year, many neighbors come to my house to borrow the right kiln. When I think about it now, I was really happy at that time.
A burst of coolness pulled my thoughts back, the snow outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the dim street lamp was still standing alone, illuminating the way home with a faint light.
It was night, as if I had a beautiful dream, in the dream I returned to the small courtyard, cleaned the snow in front of the door with my father, and my mother prepared a ...... of radish balls