Snow seems to be particularly attached to the summit and mountainside. After a heavy snowfall, under the mountain, except for the snow piled up thicker on the rape in the rape field and on the slope dam where few people visit, the snow on the road and on the trees had melted almost before the snow had fallen; The mountains are different, except for the places where people and animals pass, the snow in other places is fluffy, clumpy, and clumpy, white and clear, lovely and amiable.
After a night of snowfall, the small "dojo" was covered with a thick layer of snow. The first to step on the snow quilt should be my father and his old ox. Because the cattle pen is at the west end of the main house, and the cattle and grass are piled on the hill to the east of the house, no matter how cold the weather is, the cattle still have to drink water and eat grass normally. In order not to be thirsty and hungry for his old man, his father would lead the old ox to drink water and eat grass every day. When the weather was too cold, the attentive father would get up early to boil a pot of hot water in a bucket of cold water, and then bring some rice bran and wheat bran and put it next to the straw, and eat and drink with the old cattle. While the old scalper was enjoying a delicious breakfast, his father tore some dry grass from the straw pile and spread it on the leeward ground, so that the old scalper could rest on the ground after he was full, or perhaps he wanted the old man who had worked hard with him for three seasons to rest more peacefully in the winter.
Outside the dojo is a forest of spotted bamboo, which seems to be only used as a clothes pole, but it can bring us infinite happiness on a snowy day. Fang Zhimin, an anti-log soldier, once chanted: "The snow pressure on the bamboo is low, and the low wants to get muddy." A round of red days, still with the sky", and in my opinion, it is "the heavy snow presses the bamboo, the bamboo is low and wants to be muddy, and the bamboo is up with one finger, and it is still with the sky". Bending down to drill into the "bamboo snow tunnel", if you don't pay attention, the snow will fall all over your body, and it will be overwhelming. You raise your head and raise your arms under the bamboo snow, and the fluffy little snowdrifts on the bamboo branches and leaves are ready to go, as if they were commanded in an instant, and all of them enthusiastically fall on your head, back, and even the back of your neck. People who have been "calculated" by snowdrifts do not want to enjoy the silkiness of the snow water drill in the back of the neck socket alone, as long as a companion drills the "ambush circle", they will gently pull the bamboo branches. In an instant, the snow is flying, and a frolic and fight begin......s
After a few strong winds, the soft snow became extremely hard, and although it still looked white and flawless, it was so hard that people could not get close to it, and the interest in playing in the snow was also diminished. The snow under the eaves was still dripping during the day, and it became silent at night because of the strong wind, but when I got up the next day, I saw rows of ice picks hanging neatly under the eaves, slender and long, crystal clear, like hanging strings of crystal bead curtains on the old house with gray tile and earthen walls.
Maybe it's because there are few ice picks on the house, or maybe it's something that is too far away to be more attractive, and even the adults who talk about snow frowning are happy to go under the eaves to help the children play ice picks. A bamboo pole goes down, and the ice picks on the eaves of the eaves "ding" to the ground, but there are not many intact ones, and it seems to be unsatisfactory. The playful uncle, with a shout, called on the children who could not get the intact ice picks to go to the low houses of the cowhouse to pick the ice picks. When everyone had a big ice pick, the uncle hurriedly returned to the fire bucket and urged everyone to hurry home and put it away. What about receiving? Just when the children in the circle fell into the predicament of "abandoning it and freezing their hands", the adults in a room of roasting fire had different opinions: some advocated putting it in the quilt, some advocated putting it in the oil pot to fry, and some advocated putting it in the fire bucket to roast ......
The flowers in the south of the city have bloomed, and the ice picks are hung under the eavesOnly if you don't forget each other, you can last a long time.