Kong Guangzhao.
I wrote such a plot in the article "Anyang Building" in "Taiping, Taiping":
Lao An carried out one of the most extravagant operations of his life, taking a taxi to Pinghu Park in Puyang District, where a permanent ice lantern tour area was built, and the temperature was artificially lowered to minus ten degrees. The younger brother put on a down jacket for Lao An, and led Lao An to move forward step by step, and the ice ground was about to fall if he was not careful. Lao An groped with his hands, touched a circle, circled, it was still a circle, and then touched it up, and it was not tall enough.
Is this a sugar gourd?
It's a sugar gourd.
These people can really wonder, this ice is really cold, is there a light bulb in this ice?
There are light bulbs. I said, no light bulbs, just ice, how ugly, they're all on now, right?
It's all lit up. I mean, I think it's a little hot, you say these guys can really fix it.
Yes, these guys are really good.
Tears flowed from my brother's eyes.
Lao An is very satisfied.
In this article, Lao An is a blind man with advanced stomach cancer and is about to die.
I'm not making it up, Lao An has a prototype, let's talk about the prototype, this is my memory of ice and snow.
When I was in elementary school, I was most afraid of winter, at that time the heating had to burn by itself, and the first thing I did when I got home was to split the halberd, smash the coal, clatter, the sound was loud, there was no problem of looking downstairs, because every family was like this, and then the ashes were taken out, the halberd was piled up, and the coal was placed very regularly, and the fire was started, and the hearth was prosperous. At this time, Mom and Dad have not yet gotten off work, and when the son must make the stove well, the luxury is to bury a potato, like a briquette potato peeled off, revealing a yellow or white fat body, and the fragrance of the nose.
But there was a hope in the winter at that time, which was to go to Zhaolin Park to see the ice lanterns.
This is a very serious matter, my father made full preparations, borrowed a camera, bought film, our family put on relatively good-looking clothes, squeezed onto the bus, and went to the vicinity of Zhaolin Park to eat freezing at the Yuanmao cold drink hall. I must solemnly introduce that in those days, there were two famous places to eat cold drinks in Harbin, one was Lao Dingfeng and the other was Yuanmao Cold Drink Hall. Lao Dingfeng is famous for popsicles, and Yuanmao Cold Drink Hall is famous for freezing points, cold wow wow sweet and greasy freezing points, freezing points that can only be eaten once a year, which can be called delicious freezing points in the world. All the seats in the cold drink hall are full, but fortunately, people are eating quickly and are still anxious to see the ice lanterns. My dad went to buy a meal coupon, and then lined up to buy freezing snacks with the meal coupon, and my mother took me and my brother to wait for a seat. It's not a family waiting, it depends on who has the fastest ass, and this job is usually given to me and my brother, because no one is embarrassed to worry about children. Sit, buy, eat, eat slowly, eat with your tongue, lick and eat, and then pitifully still want to eat, sorry, it's gone.
After eating, go to Zhaolin Park, it is best to pose around two or three o'clock in the afternoon, take pictures, take ice slides, and play a skating ......Then, it was dark, and then, the lights came on, and everyone was amazed and admired to walk around again, out of Zhaolin Park, to a wonton restaurant, and eat a bowl of hot wontons for each person.
How can wontons be so delicious?
This ritual does not end until the boxy black and white ** is washed out, read it, and put it in the album.
I watched the ice lantern every year, from borrowing a camera to buying a camera, from buying a black and white camera to buying a color camera, from going to see it with my family and classmates, five years in elementary school, three years in junior high school, and I watched it for eight years.
I've long forgotten what I saw, except for the ice, it's the light, the big and small buildings, there are dragons and phoenixes dancing every year, there are fish every year, and the rest, forget about it.
What I haven't forgotten is a pair of blind people, I don't know if I took their tickets at the door or not, or if I just let them in. They're not looking, they're touching, up and down, left and right, back and forth. Someone next to me is reminding that this can't be touched, be careful of leakage. So they stopped, and looked shy, and then the man probed the way with a blind cane in one hand, and led the woman forward. People who saw them, were surprised, or pointed, but no one spoke.
And there was a very beautiful woman who said, "I will lead you, and I know which one can be touched and which one cannot be touched, and when you can, you can touch it as you like."
My classmates and I followed these three people around the park and took two slides. Then I heard a very beautiful woman say, "The lights are on."
I really never felt that the lights could be so bright.
I saw two people who couldn't see the light raise their heads, and their hearts must be very bright and bright.
I saw something sparkling in the eyes of a beautiful woman.
Oh, I'm in my fifties now, two blind people, I should be in my eighties, beautiful woman, I should be in my sixties, life is really not resistant.
Ice and snow are certainly beautiful, but the most beautiful thing is people.