The marriage of the people and the children was held as scheduled on the twenty-eighth day of the snowy lunar month.

This heavy snowfall had been clearly foreshadowed in the previous days. The sky was cloudy, and the sun was not visible for several days. The cold northwest wind passed through the Beishan Pass, shuttling through the village courtyard unscrupulously, "swishing" straight into the mouth of the village leader. At that time, although the villagers were struggling to make the final sprint to build the road on the construction site, a layer of hot sweat appeared on everyone's face. As soon as I stopped, I immediately felt unusually cold.

Since the beginning of winter, although there have been a few snowfalls in the mountains, it is not too big compared to previous years, just enough to cover up the decay and decay of the four fields. Under some ditches, dark brown mountain soil and hideous and cold rocks are often exposed. The villagers said that this winter was different from previous years. Although it is cold, it is not as cold as in previous years. Even if it snows, it can't withstand last year's fierceness. As the end of the year approaches, the weather seems to be getting warmer. There were a few days of beautiful wind and sunshine, which made people feel like spring was ahead of schedule. However, just a few days before the construction site was about to be completed, the cold wind suddenly became fierce. The temperature dropped suddenly, sometimes to minus 20 degrees. The unsuspecting villagers were suddenly overwhelmed. They violently added layers of clothing to their bodies. On the construction site, many people were frostbitten in their ears, fingers, and feet during this cooling process. There are also some people who have a cold and fever, and they are taking injections and medicines, and they are so busy that their hands and feet are not idle all day long on the National Day.

On the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, that is, the evening of the construction site, large snowflakes began to fall in the cold air. At first, snowflakes can distinguish between hexagonal and octagonal shapes. A thin piece of crystal clear fell on the hands and faces, and was immediately melted by the heating emitted by the human epidermis, leaving a small puddle of water. Gradually, it is no longer possible to distinguish between hexagons and octagons. Floating straight down from the gray sky was a large lump of snow wool like cotton wool. Looking up at the sky, all you see is this kind of light and lingering thing. Rushing to the face, the volley fell in the air, drawing a series of black and gray traces, and disappeared in a flash. Immediately afterward, countless more traces followed, without a single break. It seems that the originally empty air has long been filled with this endless snow cotton ball. Shaken by an invisible giant dustpan, it poured down into the air, trying to completely cover and bury the world.

The twilight of the mountain scenery far and near has long been hidden behind the white curtain of the sky, and it is clothed in the same silvery white snow, which blends with the gray sky. This rare sight of up, down, left and right mixed together makes people dizzy. Sometimes you suddenly realize that you have lost your way and cannot distinguish between east and west, north and south. It's like putting a person in a huge milk bucket, wrapped in thick white slurry, unable to get out, unable to breathe, and unable to open his eyes.

In this snow-soaked mountain, the villagers carried all kinds of labor tools, pushing and pushing, resisting, helping the old and the young, calling for children and daughters, and running towards the warm courtyard of the village. No one wants to be stuck in the wilderness by this rare snowfall. Jing'er's cubs only took care of the sour apricots and rushed home desperately. Mao Sheng was carrying a lot of household goods on his shoulders, and he couldn't walk fast. He also had to take care of the xylophone, so he was left behind by the villagers who fled in a hurry. He and the xylophone took care of each other, and walked towards the village with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

When I finally walked to the edge of the ancestral forest at the entrance of the village, there was no one in the snow. In all directions, except for the sound of the two of them stepping on the snow and the sound of heavy wheezing, all that was left was a slight "swish" sound when the snowflakes landed. The two of them shrunk their heads and bowed their waists, and were about to walk through the ancestral forest, when a fiery red shadow flickered, jumping between the mounds in the woodland. The two of them stopped unconsciously. When I looked closely, I immediately stood there, unable to move. They saw a flaming fox. It was bouncing and playing in the snowy woodland. Suddenly he ran to the head of the grave, and suddenly he hid behind the mound.