(a)

It turns out that in some things, it is useless to run the fastest. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

That day, when I bought time with a snowball surprise attack and got to the eaves first, I realized that I wasn't tall enough. I stood on my tiptoes, I jumped up, but I couldn't reach the longest ice edge.

Just as I was jumping up again and again, I saw your glove appear on that ice edge.

You grabbed it gently, and you watched the white vapor I exhaled, and my flushed face, and I heard a crunch, and my heart skipped a beat, and then, I saw you deliver it to me.

You say, "More than that?" ”

(b)

We lay together on the snow, imprinting our shadows on the first snow. In English, this is called make-snow-angel.

You say, "Did you just get to the ice?" ”

I said, "No." ”

I said, "Did I get ice to you?" ”

You say, "No." ”

You say, "I'm warm both inside and outside right now." It's never been so warm. ”

I said, "Me too." ”

You fall on your back in the snow. You look at the gray sky. There is constantly snow foam falling from a great height on your clothes, on your face.

You say, "I can't get up if I want to lie down like this." ”

I said, "The earth is the best bed." ”

You close your eyes. I turn my face sideways and look at you. There is snow foam gently falling on your eyebrows and the bridge of your nose. I stretched out my glove and gently brushed it off for you.

You close your eyes and say, "Heart." ”

I said, "What? ”

You say, "I've been feeling wandering all these years. No one has banished me, but I've been wandering. It's like these snowflakes falling from the sky, not knowing where they will land. The heart is always empty and cannot be thought about. If you think about it, you feel a little panicked. ”

You say, "Because I'm a little panicked, I never want to think about it." ”

As I listened to you, a deep feeling of pity welled up in my heart. I sat up and I looked at you. I whispered to you, "Guidance." ”

You open your eyes. You meet my gaze.

I said, "Are you still wandering?" How can I help you put an end to it? ”

You say, "You don't need to help me finish it." ”

You say, "Since I met you, my wanderings have ended." Now I know exactly where my snowflakes are going to land. ”

I said, "So, where are you going to land?" ”

You smile and you sit up. You look at me, and you ask, "Why are you asking me where I landed?" ”

I said, "Because then I can go and find you." ”

You listen, you bow your head. You reach out your gloved hand, and you pat the snow that falls on your shoulder. You look into the distance.

I'm looking at you from the side. I said, "Don't you want to tell me?" ”

You say, "Nothing?" ”

You look at me and say, "You don't have to go to me. ”

Say, "Because I will land beside you." ”

You say, "That's where I landed." ”

(c)

The snow was falling heavily. The snow beneath him was rapidly thickening.

We watched as snowflakes fell from above.

You say, "It's beautiful." ”

I said, "It's like taking off on a flying carpet." ”

You pick up a handful of fresh white snow with your gloves, and you sprinkle it on yourself casually. Then you repeat the action as if you want to bury yourself under the snow.

My heart suddenly moved. A dark shadow was cast on the snow in my heart from a height of 10,000 meters.

I quickly reached out and stopped you. I said, "No." ”

You look at me and you say, "What's wrong?" ”

I looked at you, and I said, "When I was a child, my aunt told me that it was not auspicious to do this. ”

You look at me for a while, and you smile and say, "Don't be so superstitious." ”

I said, "It's not superstition. ”

I said, "It's all so good, it's like reaching the pinnacle of perfection." I couldn't settle down. I always feel that such beauty cannot be real. ”

You say, "So, is it illusory?" ”

You reach out and take my hand. You hold it firmly.

You say, "Is it illusory?" "Once again, you held me tight.

I'm looking at you. I said, "I don't know. I can't really be sure. Sometimes, I don't dare to sleep at night. I was afraid to wake up and find out that it was nothing more than a spring dream. Sometimes, when I leave you and go home, there is a strong feeling when I turn my back to you. I feel like the world I'm facing away from didn't exist. I would suddenly feel like you had disappeared from this world like a mirage of light. Every time I feel like that, I can't move forward anymore. I'll come back and see if you're still there. ”

You say, "What is the result?" ”

I said, "As a result, you're standing there every time." I see you standing there, looking at me every time. ”

You say, "That's why I'm going to stay there." I'll stand until you can see me anymore. Even after you've disappeared from my view, I'll continue to stand there for a while. ”

You say, "Xinxin, even if it's an illusory dream, I've manifested it in some form." Once I have manifested, it will enter your memory, stored in the depths of your memory. It's like a seed planted in the earth. Although it is sometimes invisible, it has not disappeared. When a new spring comes, the seeds will sprout and reach out of the ground to reunite with the former sowers. ”

You say, "I won't disappear if it's illusory or existent." When I can't be with you, I'll be with you in my memory. The spell of loneliness and isolation has been broken. You won't go back to being alone. ”

Dear you. That's what you said at the time. Right? Indeed, you will never disappear. In my heart. I won't let it happen again.

(iv)

I looked at the few ice ridges we had just picked. They glow with crystal light on the snow.

I said, "It's so cold." It's been so long, they don't seem to have melted at all. ”

You reach out and pull me. You say, "Get up?" ”

I said, "Do what?" ”

You say, "You just cheated and you can't count it." Let's replay again. ”

I said, "What is that called cheating?" It's unfair that you have long legs. ”

You say, "This time it's fair. Let's play darts with ice edges, right? ”

(5)

You choose the target to throw around. Your gaze stops.

In the end, we decided to use the ice ridge to throw a pine cone that remained on the tree.

We guess the order of the fists. It turned out to be my win.

You've never had as much luck as I have when it comes to gambling.

So, I voted first.

I picked a small, sharp ice edge, took aim, and threw it. After a snowflake fell, I found myself hit. My ice edge was embedded in the pores on the very central surface of the pinecone. Together with the pine cones, it undulated on the shaking branches.

I look at you with a smile. I said, "Well, the person who throws back is going to suffer." Because I've got all the places. There's no place for your ice edges. ”

You look at me, and you say, "Try it." ”

You clapped your hands together. You picked it, you picked the longest ice ridge, which you picked and gave to me.

Then you take aim, and you swing your forearm and throw it smoothly.

I saw it hit the center of my ice ridge accurately, and its force and weight sent the pine cone off the pine branch at once. I heard a thud on the ground, and two ice cubes fell on the snow along with the pine cone.

We looked at each other.

I applauded you warmly and I said, "Guide, you're amazing!" ”

You pat the ice slag on your glove, and you say, "If you don't hit first, I won't hit either." ”

I said, "Why?" ”

You laugh and say, "Because it's going to find your one." Because where you are, it will want to be there. Because its goal is not the pine cone, its goal is to be with you. ”

I will say this to you today.

My goal is not to write a huge novel. That's not my goal.

My goal is to be with you as well.

For a long time, writing was my ice dart. It's for you.

(f)

Because of global warming, it has been rare to see ice ridges in southern cities for many years.

The first time I saw an ice ridge in the south was on a high mountain. On the eaves of the commissary leading to the temple on the top of the mountain, I once again felt very fond of the large number of ice edges condensed in the wind, long and short, crystal clear.

Because the mountains will be covered by heavy snow in winter, and there will be few tourists, the store will close half a month ago. It is said that at the coldest time, the ice ridge will be more than 60 centimeters long and very thick.

When I saw Bing Ling again, I found that my mood was very different from when I was young.

When I was a child, when I saw Bing Ling, I couldn't help but want to reach out and break one down, and play with it in my hand. But now, there is no such desire at all. I just want to look at it like this, hang there, condense quietly in the wind, melt in the sun, and don't want to interfere with it.

As I watched my fellow travelers leap to break them, I felt a slight sense of regret.

Hear the crunch of the ice edge breaking, and feel the pain of it breaking away.

This bit of pain implicates me.

But I didn't stop them from laughing. Because, from their laughter, I also heard our laughter in the past, and I didn't want to interrupt it.

People who have been truly happy will know how to cherish the happiness of others. (To be continued.) )