Twists and turns along the way, wrestling all the way, Lin Jiajia's hands still scratched the skin on the stones, shed a few precious blood, and finally reached the bottom of the mountain without moving forward.

The ground is still white, there is not a footprint, you have to go through a tunnel to go to Qianling Lake, and the tunnel is not long and not far away, and you have to walk for 10 minutes.

Walking in the tunnel, a string of echoes will be heard at a gentle word, and Tranquility deliberately raised her voice and roared unscrupulously in the tunnel, just like releasing her emotions to the mountains when she was a child.

On the left side of the tunnel stands a monument to the revolutionary martyrs of the liberation of Guizhou, I heard that this monument was built in the autumn of 1954 and completed in 1956, with a total area of 20,000 square meters.

In front of the monument is an empty square, the square area is also very large, about more than 4,000 square meters, I feel that it is no problem to accommodate more than 10,000 people.

Next to the square was a flock of white pigeons flying around, and in front of me appeared a pigeon keeper, she looked old, wearing thick clothes, and a pair of black gloves, bending over to clean and feed the pigeons walking all over the ground.

On the snow are the unique footprints of pigeons, and there are three or two of the more active ones that will fly to the surrounding trees, and the snow-white snowflakes form a different scenery.

"Wow, there are pigeons!" Lin Jiajia rushed towards them as if she had never seen pigeons, and the originally quiet pigeons seemed to be frightened, "cooing and flying into the sky." ”

The old lady came to her and asked, "Little girl, do you want to feed the pigeons? ”

Lin Jiajia hurriedly replied to the grandmother: "How much is a pack of corn?

The old grandmother smiled, took out the corn that had been packed from the basket, handed it to Xia Qing with a smile, and then sat in her small shed, constantly rummaging the corn in her box.

Lin Jiajia walked up to her with 10 yuan and said to her, "Grandma, this is the money for you this corn." "I handed it over for a long time, but the old grandmother didn't reach out to take it.

"Is it because the money is not enough?" Lin Jiajia continued to ask.

She shook her head, stopped what she was doing, looked at Lin Jiajia very seriously and said: "I don't have to sell for money, but sometimes I sell some, today's heavy snow, you still come over, even if my wife is not lonely here, this corn will be given to you to play with the pigeons." ”

"Thank you! Lin Jiajia replied with a smile.

She timidly withdrew her hand, slowly put the money in her bag, and came over with the corn to feed the pigeons, but the pigeons were far away from her, and did not come near her at all.

Liu Diandian and Tranquility were still looking around at everything around them, and the snowflakes in the sky were still falling, two, three, and four.

The old grandmother sat next to her and smiled, and her kind face seemed to be like a flower that had just bloomed in spring.

"Why don't the pigeons come to eat my corn?" Lin Jiajia squatted on the ground a little disappointed, with a loveless expression.

Ning Jing and Liu Diandian also walked over, and Liu Diandian also squatted on the ground with corn, waiting for the pigeon to come and eat the corn, but the pigeon was still timid and did not dare to approach.

"Grandma, do you have any skills in feeding pigeons?" asked Tranquility as she walked over to the old woman.

She took off the gloves on her hands, and clearly saw the old marks on her hands, and there were small cracks in some places.

Tranquility couldn't bear to look away, and the sourness in her heart arose, as if she saw her parents' rough hands, working in the soil with cracked wounds every winter, and unconsciously tears filled her entire eyes.

A cold wind blew and swept gently across the cheeks, although it was a slight wind, but the wind seemed to gather all the cold of winter together, and sprinkled it unscrupulously on the faces, necks, hands, and ...... bodies of everyone it met.

The old man shuddered a few times, and she quickly bent down to grab her calloused and rough hands, and she was still trembling slightly.

Each of her fingers was no longer fully extended, and it was calloused inside and out, and the whole thing looked like a small rake made of branches, but it was very warm, not a trace of coldness.

"Are you cold, grandma?" asked Tranquility with a smile.

"I'm not cold, I see that you seem to have a lot of unhappiness and full of sadness. The old woman looked up at her and asked.

Tranquility shook her head and looked at the calm and peaceful Qianling Lake in the distance, as if she was avoiding the gaze of the old grandmother.

"Son, we have to look at many things farther, maybe what we are sad today will appear in our lives tomorrow. The old woman's gentle and powerful words touched her deeply.

Remember the saying, "When we lose everything, we come back in another way." ”

Maybe it's like what the old grandmother said, she is a person who has lived for most of her life, and she has experienced everything in her life, compared to those of us who are still at the beginning, everything is more transparent than us, and it seems that she can see everyone's road to the end at a glance.

"Let's go, I'll teach you to feed the pigeons!" her smile was really bright, and this warm smile warmed deeply through this snowy winter.

Tranquility, like her granddaughter, followed closely behind her gray-haired man, with two small bags of corn in her hands.

Seeing the old grandmother coming, the naughty pigeons flew to her shoulders, and even stood on their heads, stretching their heads and concentrating on looking for food.

The old lady kept laughing, happy, and slowly stretched out her hands, and the corn in her palms showed the sockets of her palms, and the pigeons scrambled to the palms of her hands to grab the corn.

Lin Jiajia and Liu Diandian's faces smiled, completely forgetting the coldness of such snow, as if they had passed through spring and entered the warm summer.

The three of them followed the example of the old grandmother, poured all the corn into the palm of their hand, and bloomed their palms to their heart's content, so that the flying pigeons crowded to grab food.

There was a slight pain in the feeling of the pigeon eating corn in the palm of his hand, and the pigeons all circled around them, and all the troubles disappeared at this moment, and all that was left was laughter and joy.

The hair that was frightened by the winter was gently blown by the wind, and there was a slight trembling, as if the hair didn't feel cold anymore, and it flew on her head with these cold winds.

A day full of harvest, it seems that they are a little reluctant to leave here, they gave the snacks they brought to the grandmother, and the grandmother who accepted the things was very grateful to them, and kept saying thank you.

They walked towards the stone staircase outside the square, and went down to the famous Qianling Lake, the water on the lake was quiet without a trace of waves, and it felt like they had fallen asleep with winter.

"It's my first time here!

Lin Jiajia and Liu Diandian both showed surprised expressions on their faces, saying that it was incredible, she came to Qianling Lake for the first time in two years in Guiyang.

"Really, the first time?" Lin Jiajia asked, looking at her.

"Really, if it's fake, it's really the first time I've been here, it turns out that there is such a heroic place in Qianling Park. She was looking around, curious about everything around her.

There are small ice cubes on the edge of the lake frozen, but the pines and cypresses around the lake are still green, they are like soldiers standing tall around Qianling Lake, the lake water is crystal clear, poke out their heads, a beautiful face appears in the water, Qianling Lake has become a big mirror, illuminating the confused life.