Unlike the warblers in spring and the cicadas and insects in autumn, winter is a dull season. It seems that winter has become a cold and ruthless "muffler", hovering around zero degrees, quietly erasing all sounds, and the originally vibrant earth gradually condenses with vitality, leaving only endless cold and vast emptiness.
However, is there really no sound in winter, is it really so silent?
Not really. If you listen attentively, you will definitely find the rustling sounds that we have overlooked, hidden in the winter.
Winter in the north comes much earlier than in most other areas. The cold wind is raging, the temperature plummets, the snow is a good year, and the winter is so deep unconsciously.
A strong wind, overnight, blew the "ashamed" trees to shake their branches and leaves. When you wake up the next day, the ground is already scattered with a large number of stumps and leaves.
Time is too rushed, as if yesterday it was a merald autumn, and today it is a bare patch. It's also so low-key that you can't bear to notice it, and when the night is deep and the wind is gusting, it comes quietly.
The lawn and garden downstairs have also faded from their plump appearance, leaving only a faint imprint, and the remaining leaves rustle and crumble in the wind.
These small and subtle winter babbles, babbling, gentle and amiable.
In fact, these beautiful sounds all come from the quiet beauty of life. As long as the mind is awake, you can hear this unique rhythm, hear their slow, soft heartbeats.
But I prefer the sounds that are hidden in my life, especially those that can only be heard as simple as three meals a day.
The hot noodles and the spicy and fragrant hot oil cover the smooth noodles to the fullest. Every time the meal arrives, the footsteps of the unit canteen are in full swing. Stomping your feet, rubbing your hands, the hot air turned into a mist in the air, and even if you have a long queue, you have to wait for this stomach-warming winter noodles.
Another voice, which I don't seem to have heard in a long time.
When we think of our childhood, when it was cold and dewy, snowy and frozen, our favorite thing was to build a fire in the firewood house and watch the flames leap out of the fire.
When the fire in the fire pit is stable, bury a few sweet potatoes in the fire pit. Roast slowly over low heat, and the body is also roasted warmly. The sound of waiting, long and long, full of expectations.
Finally, the sweet potatoes are roasted. Clamped out with tongs, patted off the dust, and pinched off from the middle, the delicious and soft sweet potato, the flesh was golden and red, and the sugar juice was like oil, overflowing from the sweet potato skin.
It doesn't matter whether the mouth is hot or not, blowing and blowing, taking big and small bites, we eat with a happy face.
Also, the sound left in the snow is just as beautiful and precious.
When the snowflakes were in full bloom, our children were full of food and drink, and they ran towards the snow. Taking advantage of the other party's inattention, he grabbed a handful of snow on the ground, rolled it into a small ball, and threw it at the other party with a "bang", and when they reacted, they only heard the snowball "pop" and fell on the other party's clothes. A snowball fight just starts. We played like crazy until we were exhausted and our little hands were blue from the cold wind, and then we reluctantly walked into the firewood house to roast the fire.
There are also many voices hidden in winter, such as the greetings of our parents telling us to keep warm clothes, such as the scolding of our parents when we trample on the vegetable seedlings in the neighbor's farmland when we are naughty. That voice with love is hidden deep and shallow in the winter of our childhood.
The warmest sound of winter is actually the voice with love. Reunite with your family, the lights are amiable; Accompanied by relatives and friends, happy eyebrows; Best friends meet, sincere greetings ......
The seemingly silent and boring winter actually hides a lot of sounds that we ignore, the howling of a gust of wind, the stubbornness of a grass, and the snoring of a seed, all of which are just as beautiful.
It is better to temporarily get out of the besieged city of tired life and listen to the winter with your heart.
Guan Shuping).