The Second Prize of 2009 Excellent Articles Wang Chao - "Winter at that time"

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The Second Prize of 2009 Excellent Articles Wang Chao - "Winter at that time"

(Summary description)Winteratthattime LifeisforcedtolivealoneinasmalltowncalledXieganginthesouth.Lookingoutthewindowoftherentedhouse,theleavesonthegreentreesnearbyarestillgreen,andthelowmountainsinthedistancearestillgreenfromheadtotoe.Thefashionablegirlsonthestreetarestillwearingskirts,andthestrongguysarestillwearingsingles.ButnewspicturesontheInternetandTVaboutsnowinthenorthtellmethatitisundoubtedlywinter.Theearlywinterinthesouthislikethis,youcan'tfeelitwithyoureyes.Onasunnywinterday,walkingonthestreet,youmaythinkyouareinthe"Aprildayintheworld".Eveninwinter,thewindinthesouthisgentleandpleasant,justlikealittleHakkagirlwhohasjustwalkedfromafencedhousetothefield,softandshy.Whenittouchesyourfaceaffectionately,itcanalwayserasethetirednessandsadnessonyourface.OnlywhenthecoldcurrentdescendedallthewaysouthfromdistantSiberia,didthewindsuddenlystarttogrowstronger.Butitwasthenorthwind,likeagangsterfromthenorth,afteratribulation,itcameandwentfaster.Youcan'tfindthelovelinessofthesouthernwinterwithoutexperiencingthewinterinthenorth. Yesterday,Iwasstillsighingthatthewinterinthesouthwaswarmandpleasant.Thecoldsnapcame.BeforeIwasreadyforpsychologicalandmaterialpreparations,acoldaircarriedtheaftermathofthefirstheavysnowfallinthenorthin2009,ragingsouthwardalltheway.Itwasextremelycoldatnight,soIhadtopullthequiltupandagaintoseekwarmth.Butthebottomofthefeethasbecomeabreakthroughforthecoldair,takingadvantageofthevoidtoenter.Itturnsoutthattheairisalsoafraidofthecold,soIdrillhardintothewarmplace.Icouldn'thelpbutpinchedthequiltwithmyfeetandpulleditdownagain,somyneckcameoutagain.Noway,Ihadtolearnhowtocurlintoaballtofallasleeppeacefully.Thenextday,quicklyturnoutthecottonquiltandspreaditonthebed. Takingadvantageofmyfreetime,IcalledmyhomefarawayineasternSichuanandlearnedthatthehousewasrainingdrizzleandthecoldwindwasengulfingit,andthetemperaturewaschillingtolessthantendegrees,anditwasonlythreeorfourdegreesatnight.about.Thinkingofmywife’sworstfearofcoldinwinter,Ihurriedlytoldher:"Isquiltenough?Notenoughtobuy!""Enoughclothes?Notenoughtobuy!"Hehungupthephoneshivering,sneezed,andquicklyputhishandsintohissleeves.Ihopethiscoldcurrentwillpasssooner,andreturnthewarmsunintheearlywinterofthesoutherncountry.Alas,Idon’tknowifmyyearsofgrowthhavemademeweak,orifIhavebeenlivingintheSouthfortoolong,Ihavebecomeinfectedwiththecold-resistanthabitsofsoutherncreatures.Iambecomingmoreandmoreafraidofthecold. IsuddenlyrememberedthatIwasinthecountrywhenIwasachild.Thewinterwasreallycoldatthattime,butIwasneverafraidofcold.Infact,ithasbeencoldsincelateautumn.Byearlywinter,youcanseethethinfrostcondensingonthetilebackandtheplantseverymorning,andthewaterisalreadysocold.Atthistime,thereisverylittlesunlight,asifeventhesunishidinginthebed.Thewholedayisgray,withoutatraceofanger. Everymorning,Iwaitedformymothertocookthepigfoodandfeedthepigsbeforewestartedtomakeourbreakfast.Ihadtoaddwoodandfireontheside.Thestovesinthecountrysideareearthenstoves,andthefirewoodiscornstalks,wheatstalks,pineneedlesandthelikeaccumulatedinautumn.Itisveryunburned,withlittleheat,andheavysmoke.Itisoftensmokedwithtearsandtears.Atthattime,therewerefewtrees,andthebranchesoffirewoodwerenotburneduntilthecoldesttime.BythetimeIfinishmybreakfast,itistooearlytoringthebell.Puttingonthetatteredclothes,theoldschoolbagontheback,andtheclothshoesmadebymymother,whenIranallthewaytoschool,theclothesinsidewerealreadywetwithsweat,andthetrousersandshoeswerealsowetbythefrostonthesideofthecountryroad.Sneakingintotheclassroomquietly,don'tlettheteacherfindout,youwillgetawhip.Whenthewintermooncame,thecoldwindblewswiftly,andithurtlikeaknifeonhisface.Itturnedoutthathischeeksandlipshadbeencracked.Thewaterinthefieldhasbeenabletofreezeintoice.Intheevening,scoophalfabowlofwater,putafewsaccharin(sugarcan'tafford),usechopstickstoloosenit,andputapieceofstrawwithknottedends.Theknottedendisplacedinthewater,andtheunknottedendisexposed.Putthebowlonthestoneslaboutsidethehouse,getupthenextmorningandliftthestraw,itisapieceofsorbet.Inthelate70sandearly80s,exceptforthesorbetIatewhenIwenttothecitytovisitmyfather,thisisthesorbetIate.Notinsummer,onlyinwinter,andonlywhenitisverycold.WhenIeat,Ionlyfeelsweet,notcold.Backthen,reallypoor! Onthewaytoschool,Isawajackdawsquattingonadeadbranchandtrembling.Thisguyisthemostunlucky,howunhappyhelooks,sohepickedupapieceofrockandthrewitover.Thejackdawsawthatyouhadthrownit.Ifyoudon'tlikeit,youdon'tevenbothertomove,justlookatyoucoldly.Sothrowitagain,throwitagain,throwitagain...Finally,itannoysyou,andfliesawaywitha"quack"onitswings. IfIdon’thavetogotoschool,Iwillinviteafewfriendstogofishinginthefieldsandplay.Afterfishingontheside,takeoffyourshoesandputthemontheridge,pullupyourtrousersandgotothewatertofish.Atthattime,Ididn'tknowitwascold!Bythetimeofthetwelfthlunarmonth,itwasalreadycoldandfreezing,andmaybeonemorningwhenyougetup,theoutsideofthehousewillbewhiteagain.Mostofthebamboo,eucalyptus,andpaulowniabehindthehousewerecrushedbytheheavysnow,andtheonesthatwerenotbentwerealreadylookingdownandoverwhelmedandprecarious.Ihadtocarryafirebaske

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Winter at that time

Life is forced to live alone in a small town called Xiegang in the south. Looking out the window of the rented house, the leaves on the green trees nearby are still green, and the low mountains in the distance are still green from head to toe. The fashionable girls on the street are still wearing skirts, and the strong guys are still wearing singles. But news pictures on the Internet and TV about snow in the north tell me that it is undoubtedly winter. The early winter in the south is like this, you can't feel it with your eyes. On a sunny winter day, walking on the street, you may think you are in the "April day in the world". Even in winter, the wind in the south is gentle and pleasant, just like a little Hakka girl who has just walked from a fenced house to the field, soft and shy. When it touches your face affectionately, it can always erase the tiredness and sadness on your face. Only when the cold current descended all the way south from distant Siberia, did the wind suddenly start to grow stronger. But it was the north wind, like a gangster from the north, after a tribulation, it came and went faster. You can't find the loveliness of the southern winter without experiencing the winter in the north.

Yesterday, I was still sighing that the winter in the south was warm and pleasant. The cold snap came. Before I was ready for psychological and material preparations, a cold air carried the aftermath of the first heavy snowfall in the north in 2009, raging southward all the way. It was extremely cold at night, so I had to pull the quilt up and again to seek warmth. But the bottom of the feet has become a breakthrough for the cold air, taking advantage of the void to enter. It turns out that the air is also afraid of the cold, so I drill hard into the warm place. I couldn't help but pinched the quilt with my feet and pulled it down again, so my neck came out again. No way, I had to learn how to curl into a ball to fall asleep peacefully. The next day, quickly turn out the cotton quilt and spread it on the bed.

Taking advantage of my free time, I called my home far away in eastern Sichuan and learned that the house was raining drizzle and the cold wind was engulfing it, and the temperature was chilling to less than ten degrees, and it was only three or four degrees at night. about. Thinking of my wife’s worst fear of cold in winter, I hurriedly told her: "Is quilt enough? Not enough to buy!" "Enough clothes? Not enough to buy!" He hung up the phone shivering, sneezed, and quickly put his hands into his sleeves. I hope this cold current will pass sooner, and return the warm sun in the early winter of the southern country. Alas, I don’t know if my years of growth have made me weak, or if I have been living in the South for too long, I have become infected with the cold-resistant habits of southern creatures. I am becoming more and more afraid of the cold.

I suddenly remembered that I was in the country when I was a child. The winter was really cold at that time, but I was never afraid of cold. In fact, it has been cold since late autumn. By early winter, you can see the thin frost condensing on the tile back and the plants every morning, and the water is already so cold. At this time, there is very little sunlight, as if even the sun is hiding in the bed. The whole day is gray, without a trace of anger.

Every morning, I waited for my mother to cook the pig food and feed the pigs before we started to make our breakfast. I had to add wood and fire on the side. The stoves in the countryside are earthen stoves, and the firewood is corn stalks, wheat stalks, pine needles and the like accumulated in autumn. It is very unburned, with little heat, and heavy smoke. It is often smoked with tears and tears. At that time, there were few trees, and the branches of firewood were not burned until the coldest time. By the time I finish my breakfast, it is too early to ring the bell. Putting on the tattered clothes, the old schoolbag on the back, and the cloth shoes made by my mother, when I ran all the way to school, the clothes inside were already wet with sweat, and the trousers and shoes were also wet by the frost on the side of the country road. Sneaking into the classroom quietly, don't let the teacher find out, you will get a whip. When the winter moon came, the cold wind blew swiftly, and it hurt like a knife on his face. It turned out that his cheeks and lips had been cracked. The water in the field has been able to freeze into ice. In the evening, scoop half a bowl of water, put a few saccharin (sugar can't afford), use chopsticks to loosen it, and put a piece of straw with knotted ends. The knotted end is placed in the water, and the unknotted end is exposed. Put the bowl on the stone slab outside the house, get up the next morning and lift the straw, it is a piece of sorbet. In the late 70s and early 80s, except for the sorbet I ate when I went to the city to visit my father, this is the sorbet I ate. Not in summer, only in winter, and only when it is very cold. When I eat, I only feel sweet, not cold. Back then, really poor!

On the way to school, I saw a jackdaw squatting on a dead branch and trembling. This guy is the most unlucky, how unhappy he looks, so he picked up a piece of rock and threw it over. The jackdaw saw that you had thrown it. If you don't like it, you don't even bother to move, just look at you coldly. So throw it again, throw it again, throw it again...Finally, it annoys you, and flies away with a "quack" on its wings.

If I don’t have to go to school, I will invite a few friends to go fishing in the fields and play. After fishing on the side, take off your shoes and put them on the ridge, pull up your trousers and go to the water to fish. At that time, I didn't know it was cold! By the time of the twelfth lunar month, it was already cold and freezing, and maybe one morning when you get up, the outside of the house will be white again. Most of the bamboo, eucalyptus, and paulownia behind the house were crushed by the heavy snow, and the ones that were not bent were already looking down and overwhelmed and precarious. I had to carry a fire basket when I was going to school. The firebasket is a small basket made of bamboo sticks, in which there is a tile bowl filled with burning charcoal. In order to keep the charcoal burning longer, a certain amount of burned charcoal ash must be added. The fire basket was placed on the ground during class, the shoes were taken off, and the feet were baked on both sides of the fire basket. I often smell a pungent burnt odor during class, and it must be that some classmate’s socks have been burned. Occasionally, the sound of "cracking" is heard. It is obvious that the dried fruits in the soybeans, beans, and peanuts that the brother secretly brought from home have arrived. At this time, most people's hands and feet are covered with frostbite. They don't feel cold, they are itchy, and they can't scratch. The more they scratch, the more itchy, it is really miserable.

After the fire basket was roasted for two or three hours, the fire went out early, so I stomped my feet vigorously during class. Often the sound of stomping in the classroom echoed back and forth, symmetrical, one after another, and the momentum completely overwhelmed the teacher's lecture. . So the teacher became angry and slapped the pointer vigorously to be quiet.

When the get out of class was over, the female students kicked the shuttlecock in groups, and the male students played the game of "squeezing the oily residue". It is a group of classmates lined up in a long dragon and squeezed in the corner. You can’t use your hands or kicks, but you can use your elbows and knees to push, squeeze, and pry, try your best to push the person in front of you out, squeeze out, Pry out. Don't just worry about getting someone in the front, there is also someone behind you who wants to do everything possible to squeeze you out. The person who was squeezed out took the back and continued to squeeze forward. After turning over the "squeezing oil residue", the whole body was already hot, and the class bell rang and the class continued. At that time, it was really cold! At that time, I was never afraid of cold! (Wang Chao)

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