Text: Huang Lingxia (Dongming, Shandong).
Before going to bed last night, I opened the window and said goodnight to the world, and I didn't see the snow, only the wind called, I know, he was calling for snow.
In my sleep, it was pure family affection, like snow, and I was intoxicated with tears in my eyes.
When I opened my eyes in the morning, I quickly went to draw the curtains, and the snowflakes were flying all over the sky, which was what I was expecting. I don't know what time the snow started in the morning, but looking at the whiteness of the world, I know that she has been coming to the world for a long time. I imagined that when the earth was silent, the snowflakes were coming quietly and flutteringly, her pure and kind heart, were you afraid of disturbing people's sleep, or did you want to surprise the children?
After lunch, I came out of the restaurant and started to get up close and personal with the snow. I wanted to leave a mark on the snow, so I put my foot on the white that no one had ever stepped on, and gently, slowly, for fear of hurting her.
When I lifted my foot and looked at the deep footprints, I felt an indescribable taste in my heart. Thirty years ago, the snow trekking was as clear as yesterday. Strings of footprints, big, small, deep, shallow, and at the same time, there are strings of laughter, gaze again and again, and the soulful singing from the streets and alleys: "...The moon is always a thousand years of wind and frost, the sound of the waves is still not seen at the original night, how do you and I repeat the story of yesterday today, can this old ticket board your passenger ship ......”
I listened to it that year, just for the melody, I didn't know the meaning of the song, and now I hum it again, but I am already a person in the song, and I don't feel tears!
I was awakened by the laughter of the children, and I continued to shoot the yellow of the dead grass in the snow, as well as the green pines and flower branches that could not be bent, which were even more tenacious and enchanting in the embrace of the snow.
This is the second snow of the winter (in fact, the first one is negligible, and the snowflakes have not left any traces, as if they are passing by.) It brings people infinite hope and joy. Just looking at the boiling of the children, you have to thank this snow. The snowballs flying in the corridor of the classroom, the long-lost laughter of the children rippling in the ears, this is the most beautiful thing in this snowy day.
I wish this happy time lasted longer, because I wanted her to take away the tiredness of the children more, and at the same time, my tiredness.
About the Author:
Huang Lingxia is a Chinese teacher at the No. 1 Middle School of Dongming County, Shandong Province. Master of Chinese Education, Excellent Teacher of Heze City, Backbone Teacher of Heze City. I have always believed that as long as there are flowers blooming in my heart, every day in my life is spring!Some works have been selected for "The Fragrance of Teacher's Ink" and "The Prosperity of the Teacher".