If I were a snowflake,

Dancing in the air,

I must know where I'm going,

Flappy, flappy, flappy,

There's my direction on the ground. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Don't go to the lonely valley,

Don't go to the bleak foothills,

Nor go up to the deserted streets to be melancholy,

Flappy, flappy, flappy,

You see, I have my direction!

Dancing in mid-air,

Knowing the quiet dwelling place,

Waiting for her to come and visit her in the garden,

Flappy, flappy, flappy,

Ah, she has the fragrance of cinnabar plum on her!

Then I was light,

Yingying, stained the placket of her clothes,

Close to her soft heart,

Dissolving, dissolving, dissolving,

Melted into her soft heart!

This is Wu Zhaodi's favorite poem "The Happiness of Snowflakes" by Xu Zhimo. At this time, she was sitting on the threshold and watching the snowflakes flying in the sky, and her heart was full of envy, and she also wanted to fly and fly like the pure white and flawless snowflakes. In my life, in this feudal and remote mountain village, she always felt that she was put in a firm shackle, and even her soul was imprisoned. Now that the Spring Festival is about to pass, the new year has quietly begun, she is also six years old, and it is time to go to Yan's house again.

After lunch, it was about ten o'clock, and in the countryside, there were only two meals a day, and only large families would eat three meals. In the morning, before dawn, they will go to the ground, and when the sun becomes more poisonous, they will carry their hoes and go home, and the people at home will already prepare the meal, and wait for the second meal at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and it will be time to go to bed as soon as it is dark. Brother Zhao came to He Saifeng, who was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, "Mother, I want to go to Brother Yan's house now."

He Saifeng glanced at his girl, and said after a while, "You sisters and brothers, you have the most eyes, sometimes my mother doesn't know what you're thinking, my mother always feels very far away from you, my mother is actually very anxious, I always feel that you don't look like a child, although your eldest sister has been self-reliant early, but when you are so young, you occasionally cry and want to eat or clothes." But you've never opened your mouth to your mother once, let alone cried. This is the first time you have told your mother what you want, since you are so insistent, your mother will fulfill you and come with your mother." As he spoke, he entered the kitchen, walked to the place where the straw was chopped, moved away from the two chops, revealing an urn, Zhao Di's eyes widened, she had not found that there was an urn in and out of the kitchen for so long, her mother picked up the lid and took out a small bamboo basket from it, which contained many jujubes, a few bowls of cured meat, a dozen walnuts, and a few beautiful candies. "This is what my father and mother and your grandmother prepared for you, this is already all the things our family can take out, you can take it."

Brother Zhao's eyes instantly turned red, she thought that her mother was the same as all people in feudal society, patriarchal, only her younger brother in her heart, all along, she also did this, when her younger brother was four or five months old, her second sister hugged her younger brother and accidentally fell, but still protected her brother tightly in her arms, her mother heard her brother's cry and ran into the house, regardless of the three seven twenty-one ground, she beat the second sister, and beat the second sister so that she couldn't get out of bed for a day, because of this incident, her mother was discredited in the village all of a sudden, I don't have much contact with the people in the village. From then on, none of the four sisters dared to hug their younger brother anymore, and the third sister was even ordered by Aunt Li. Therefore, for most of the past six months, my mother has carried her younger brother on everything, and occasionally asked my grandmother to take it. She didn't expect that her mother would take out so many things for her now, and if this basket of things was exchanged for food, it would be enough for their family to live for at least a month. She felt that this basket was so heavy, sinking to the bottom of her heart, if she couldn't let her life appear heavy in this life, how could she be worthy of this heavy bamboo basket. Thinking of this, Brother Zhao looked up to her firm and stubborn smile, "Mother, I will definitely let Brother Yan teach me to read, I will teach my younger brother and sisters, believe me, mother."

He Saifeng looked at Brother Zhao's serious little face, and his heart was suddenly shaken. "Okay, my mother believes in you, but even if it doesn't work, don't be sad, my mother doesn't expect you to soar, as long as you can grow up safely, okay, go quickly." Brother Zhao nodded and turned around and left, she didn't see it, after she went out, everyone in the family looked at her back for a long, long time. Reading and literacy is something that they dare not think of for generations, the old couple have served nobles all their lives, they have been domestic servants for a lifetime, they know that they are inferior people, even if they don't serve people now, but they are just tenants, in this world, there is no status, they think so, their children think so, and their grandchildren do the same. The three generations of grandparents never thought that one day, they could read and write, and in their eyes, those who could read were all big officials, masters, either rich or expensive, and it was not within the reach of people like them. Suddenly, one day, they discovered that maybe they could read too, how they didn't tremble, how they didn't eager, but they didn't dare to show it, they didn't dare to hope.

It's still the familiar path, muddy and rugged; It's still the same field, empty and solemn; It's still the same air, fresh and smelly; It's still the sun, bright and sunny. But at this time, it is profound, and in the eyes of Zhaodi, the rugged path has become a broad road; The empty fields became lush; The invisible air also took on a substance, wrapping around her like a light smoke; Even the bright sun shone on her with a holy radiance. She felt that she was truly reborn, and it was not just her soul. At the moment she only has one poem in her head.

insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks; Thousands of blows are still tenacious, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.