In the second half of the first year of high school, Hua Jingmo and Bai Lihua, accompanied by bitter cold and snowflakes, mixed with knowledge and interest, as well as emotional waves that were not enough to taste, deepened their cognition and understanding in chance encounters and conversations, making them hurried, panicked, and solidly ushered in the winter vacation.

A heavy snowfall before the holiday did not stop the birds from returning to their nests. Hua Jingmo and Zhou Xiang each pushed a bicycle known as the "Black Fire Stick" and carried their bags to prepare to leave the school. "Didi ......" car horn sounded, reminding them to give way safely. They saw a green jeep that was rare on the street about to drive out of the school gate, with a middle-aged man sitting in the car, and in the back seat was their increasingly familiar classmate Bai Lihua, the White Swan.

The two people inside and outside the car are close at hand, and they seem to be far away. What is close is the blending of the spiritual world, and what is far is the gap between reality. After the car drove by, Bai Lihua turned her head through the rear glass window and smiled at them friendly and worried. At the end of the flowers, they looked at the car marks that ran over the snow, and listened to the "creaking" sound under their feet, and felt even colder. He tightened the white scarf with blue stripes that his sister-in-law had knitted for himself, and said to Zhou Xiang, "Let's take the path as usual!" They walked along the riverbank in a southwesterly direction.

Their home is in a small town in the southwest of the county, along the winding road, and then walk more than ten miles of flat roads to reach home. If you want to take the national highway, you have to climb the winding mountain road, and then you have to walk more than 40 miles of roads and country roads to get home. They usually leave their bikes at relatives' houses near the school.

The creaking and the sound of the wind accompanied them all the way. Zhou Xiang was the first to break the silence. "Seeing that you usually come and go, I'm afraid you don't know her family yet, right?"

"Usually she talks about books, and she rarely mentions her family situation. ”

"Her father seems to be the director of a bureau in our county, and her mother is also an employee of a grassroots unit. She is one of the few leaders in our school, which is one of the reasons why her classmates privately call her White Swan. Zhou Xiang's words are also less chic and joking in the past.

"White swan, white swan, she is a natural white swan, not the kind of ugly duckling that needs to be slowly sharpened. Then their family is the public family wood in the mouth of our rural people, and she is also a child who grew up in the unit, no matter from clothing or conversation, no matter which class she puts in, she is very eye-catching. ”

When the Spring Festival was approaching, Jing Mo unexpectedly received a letter with a chic and elegant font on the envelope, which eliminated the guess that his family "wanted a good female classmate". In fact, it was written by a girl, who first greeted her warmly, then described her holiday life, euphemistically explained the reasons for deliberately avoiding informing her family, and finally shared her reading harvest during the holiday, and expressed her hope to receive a reply.

After reading the letter a few times, Hua Jingmo looked up at everything around her, and it seemed that the taste had changed—the dead branches in the deep winter stretched out to the sky interestingly and meaningfully, and a pile of snow in the distance gently snuggled up to the roots, little by little, little by little, and happily infiltrated into the embrace of the earth. He picked up his little toddler in the yard and happily threw it up and down in the crook of his arm...... This winter vacation, the postman passed the book, they encouraged and promoted each other, and spent a meaningful and rewarding winter vacation.

Since the vacation of the first year of high school, they have been spiritual food friends, allies in the sea of books, study rivals, and boyfriend and girlfriend who have never held hands. Two and a half years later, Jing Mo was admitted to the Provincial School of Political Science and Law, Lihua was admitted to the School of Journalism in other provinces, and Liu Meng and Zhou Xiang went to the Municipal Teachers College. Hua Jingmo first exchanged letters with them, and finally broke off contact because of the heavy academic burden, busy with graduate school entrance examinations, and tight work assignments. Until we meet again, they have vicissitudes of life, and you are no longer the same as you were at the beginning. It's the kind of feeling that you will cry when you say "to our youth that will eventually pass away", or "the youth we can't go back".