Where is the remnant snow last night (Part 1) (Page 1/1)

Last night, the remnants of snow are now Zhang Baotong 2018.11.9

The snow in my hometown is like a poem, which makes my heart present a white poetry, and the snow in my hometown is like a dream, which makes me often return to that beautiful snowy night.

It was a snowy night in the seventies of the last century, and the snow was falling heavily, giving people the feeling of falling into the clouds and falling into the fog. There is a thick layer of snow in front of and behind the village, which can be described as white and snowy. This is a heavy snowfall rarely seen in many years. In the south, it doesn't snow every year, so every time it snows, it gives people a fresh and cheerful joy.

The New Year will be more than ten days away, and the fields have long been idle. Originally, I was going home with other educated youths, but because the Yuntian Reservoir construction site was only on holiday that afternoon, I had to wait until the next morning to return to the county seat.

After dinner, it was dark, and only the snowflakes were still falling silently. Qiusheng asked me to go to Changlin's house for tea. Said to go to tea, in fact, we went to brag and chat together. Those of us sixteen or seventeen-year-olds like to get together and have a good time when we have nothing to do.

Chang Lin's home is in the Shuiling Fifth Team, which is almost two kilometers away from our village. However, at that time, I didn't know what kind of ghost drove us to go to someone's house for tea. Maybe it's because we want to take a walk on a snowy night.

Out of the village, there is a silent snowy night, which is a dark white field, and the bamboo forests, fields, and paths are silent in the snow. We stamped our feet and stepped on the soft snow on the mountain road, and we couldn't help but feel like we were blowing a flute and stepping on the moon, and dancing in a light boat. There was not a single figure in sight on the entire road, not even a single footprint. The mountains and forests in front of you and the village opposite were covered with snow like a dream.

came to Chang Lin's house, and their family had just finished eating. A girl in red who came to Chang Lin's house to visit relatives was about to go out. Qiusheng said to the girl, Chun Meizi don't want to leave, accompany us to have a cup of tea. The girl shook her head and said that if it was too late, it would be difficult to walk on the road. The girl happened to be standing by the oil lamp, so that people could see her face and figure very clearly. She was tall and slim, wearing a red dress and a purple silk scarf around her neck. What surprised me the most was that her appearance was so pure and beautiful, more beautiful than all the girls I had ever seen in the city, that I was amazed at first sight. I can't believe that there are such beautiful girls in this remote village.

When she saw that I was looking at her in amazement, she blushed and looked straight at me, then lowered her head. This made me very fond of her, so I said to her, don't go, after drinking tea, we will send you home. It's still a bit ridiculous for me to say this, I don't know other people's girls, and when I see someone's beautiful parents, I have to send them home. Luckily, everyone didn't care, so I didn't feel embarrassed and ridiculous. Hearing this, Sister Chun nodded at me knowingly. It warms my heart.

When the spring girl came into the kitchen, I said to Qiu Sheng, this girl is so beautiful, why haven't I seen it. Qiusheng said that she was Chang Lin's cousin, who lived in Team Eleven, and was called Xu Chunyu, but everyone liked to call her Chun Meizi.

Because of the cold weather, Chang Lin brought some pine branches from the kitchen and lit a fire in the middle of the hall. Spring Girl brought a hanging pot from the kitchen, put it on the fire to boil water, and then began to fry soybeans, grind ginger, and keep adding pine branches to the fire to make the fire burn more vigorously.

After a while, Peng Yanzi, Lai Shun, Shengbing and two old men who didn't know each other also came to visit the door, sat around the fire, and waited for tea. The pine branches were crackling and burning, emitting a strong smell of rosin. The firelight illuminated the whole room, and it also flashed on the face of the spring girl, making her face even more charming and red. I looked at her with fascination, and I felt a sweet and intoxicating feeling flowing through my heart.

When the beans are cooked, the water boils, and the spring girl puts the beans, sesame seeds, ginger and tea leaves in cups, soaks them in boiling water, and then serves them to the guests cup by cup. The warm and skillful look is like a diligent and hospitable hostess.

Everyone drank tea and ate beans, and the conversation began to increase. The women would always sit together and chatter. Men sitting together will inevitably talk nonsense about ancient and modern times, China and foreign countries, the South China Sea, and the North and the earth. Everyone started talking about the snow this year and whether there was meat to eat during the New Year, and then talked about which team had good benefits this year and which team had poor income, and then slowly moved on to the topics that men liked. The old man in the village told everyone about the cheating between the fourth team of the water old man and the seventh team of Mei Pozi. I know the water veteran, a man in his forties?? The widower, although I don't know Mrs. Mei, but I have heard of it, is a widowed woman in her forties. I've heard their stories before, but this time the old man is telling a new story.

I drank the tea and listened to it, but my eyes kept staring at the spring girl quietly. Her every move is so pure and lovely, it makes people's hearts move. Her beauty is different from that of ordinary beautiful girls, and it will make people feel invigorated at first glance, but after a few more glances, it will feel bland. Her beauty is very attractive, and she has the meaning of innocence and beauty, so the more people look at it, the more they feel good-looking, and the more they look at it, the more they feel fascinated.

Of course, Chun Meizi knew that I had been watching her, but she pretended not to notice, maintained a calm and graceful demeanor, and silently kept making tea for everyone. But I found that she refilled my tea most diligently, and sometimes she came to me with a teapot to refill my tea before I finished drinking the tea in my cup. Her voice and tone were as calm as she could as she stood in front of me to refill my tea, but I could clearly feel her heartbeat accelerating.

After a while, the bean tea was drunk, and the pine branches were burned. But everyone was talking, and the aftermath was still gone, and they didn't want to leave. So, Chang Lin brought a large handful of raw peanuts and distributed them to everyone. Everyone took the peanuts, dug a hole in the ashes with a branch, and buried the raw peanuts in them, so that they could eat them when they were cooked.

At this time, Lai Shun told a new story, which happened at his aunt's house. It is said that a young girl fell in love with the girl she liked, but her parents thought that the girl was poor, so they forced her to marry a son of a production captain in a neighboring village. The girl was forced to be helpless, so she drank pesticides and died.

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