This year's winter was not too cold at first, probably because there was no snow at all. The cold days passed too quickly, and it was almost the end of the year in the blink of an eye. Looking at the old wall calendar on the wall, there are still two days until the winter solstice. As soon as the winter solstice rises, spring is not far away.

When I got up in the morning, I suddenly felt that the knee joint of my right leg was a little itchy and painful, so I hurriedly found a rheumatism patch to put it on. I have long been accustomed to the ice and snow of the Northeast, but every winter I am still frozen to the ground with my teeth bared, like a leaf shivering in the cold wind.

I was born in Miao Village, Guizhou, and grew up in a small county town in the northeast. The small county town was about 30 kilometers away from the provincial capital, surrounded by a large rushing river, and a park that stood like a bulging onion on the western hill.

I can't forget the scene when my sister and I carried water back with a wooden stick and a bucket in the cold winter moon, and scooped the water in the ice hole on the ice of the big river. I can't forget that there is a deep man-made ditch in the park with the tallest cactus in Asia. When I was a child, my mother used to tell me why the tallest cactus grew there, and every time I listened to a myth, my eyes widened and I kept blinking. I like the grass and trees in the small county town and the strong family ties between the villagers who are as enthusiastic as the noon desert, as well as the old and young relatives who can't be broken with a stick. Later, I went to high school in the provincial capital city and lived there ever since. After having a child, I often took him to the big river to enjoy the scenery on both sides, and I often lingered in the park above the hill in the west.

I like to raise flowers, and I feel that flowers always release positive energy.

Camellias bloom in the 11th month of the lunar calendar.

"Ling Hanqiang is more beautiful than Song Yun, and his bright color is shocking." The long-awaited pot of camellia blooms, and the water-pink petals are flat and neatly arranged. Dozens of flowers the size of a child's fist are on a tree, releasing a faint fragrance. Camellia sinensis, which has a particularly long-lasting flowering period, will continue to have new buds on the branches at the spring equinox of the following year. It is naturally beautiful, with the wind and bones of proud plum blossoms and the bright character and temperament of Ling Peony, which has won my heart. Li Yu in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties once said, "The pomegranate leaves are taken off by frost, and the camellia is glorious when it wears snow." "Praise the camellia blooms in the coldest season against the cold, so the camellia has another name called "resistant to winter".

However, camellias, flowers are beautiful and have a very different character from other flowers. I said that Camellia is so resolute and resolute that you can't see her beauty in the twilight. But anyone who really loves flowers, who is willing to see the camellia withering like this, blooms well, and suddenly the whole flower falls down, and the heart aches so painfully that he sheds tears.

Ay! Why can't it slowly wither like other flowers? I also thought about whether it would be not the scene in front of me if I broke off a few flower branches and put them in a bottle for maintenance? However, looking at the flowers and bones on the branches, I couldn't do anything about it. That's it, I can't do this thing of breaking the flower branches. Later, I also heard the old man say that all things are spiritual, so the flowers and plants are endowed with emotions and charisma according to their living habits. Perhaps, it is precisely because of this big bloom and one big fall that the camellia makes people remember its natural beauty and resolute nature.

Early in the morning on the day of the winter solstice, the heavy snow flies together with the dawn, and the rivers are the same color as the sky.

The long-lost goose feather snow kept falling, and the snow came late, but it came quite quickly. The snow fell happily, without any ambiguity, and for a moment, it was impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth. I saw that when the snow fell to the depths, the sky and the earth were white, and the rivers were green.

The heavy snow did not stop until the next night, and the heavy snow covered the city with a large quilt.

The traffic of the city was like a giant crawling on the ground, and he was stunned for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, and spread his hands out, indicating that he was caught off guard and helpless. The cars with a long queue in the middle of the road could not be seen at a glance. The wheels of the car have changed from the obedient image of the past, showing a hideous face and slipping on the ground, playing still in place, you don't want it to be able to climb half a step up the slope in such a day.

It usually takes thirty or forty minutes by car, but in such weather, it may take several hours. When it comes to transportation on snowy days, winter in the north is as commonplace as it is commonplace. I'm not afraid that the snow will fall slowly, or that the snow will fall thickly, but I'm afraid that the snow will fall too quickly, and even the time to breathe is snowing heavily.

Right now, I'm standing in the bus, my body crumbled into a thin piece of paper. The bus is like a fat man who burps so much that even the buttons of his clothes pop up to the sky. Like an old man who is faltering, he grinds forward slowly, crag-yo. It's just a matter of moving, it's good to move, but everyone has to be careful if the road is too slippery. The economy in the north is relatively backward, and most of the people are wage earners, earning a handful of wages from 8 to 5 in the morning, and it is not easy to support their families.

At this time, the bus was about to overpass from the fork in the road, and the driver opened the door and shouted: "Help go down and push the cart, or no one can go?" Everyone is in a hurry to go home, hurry up! ”

A bunch of people blocking the door of the car went down first, running to push the cart at the back of the car. The driver started the car desperately in the cab, however, the car was like an old scalper lying on his stomach, not moving.

"Hurry up and go down again, cart!" The driver shouted loudly. I really couldn't help it, so I ran to the back of the car with a wave of people to push the cart. Everyone gathered at the back of the car and shouted, "One, two, one, two." ”

The car finally walked up the hill like a giant who had woken up from sleep, one step and two steps, faster and faster, faster and faster, from the original walk to running.

"Hey, hey, hey, oh my damn, we haven't gotten in the car yet?" Seeing the bus drive along the fork in the road onto the overpass, we were tired and sweating and walked away.

Looking up at the dark sky, he bent down and patted the snow on his trouser legs. A wave of people gathered on the snow looked at each other with tears and laughter. Everyone returned to the bus stop where they had just stopped and waited for the bus again.

If you don't live in a city in the north all year round, you probably won't understand. The driver of the bus was by no means the one who unloaded the grinding disc and kicked the donkey into the vegetable cellar to suffocate him. He was afraid that if he stopped the car for a while, he would be stuck there again and not be able to go up the slope. I really can't help it, I don't dare to stop!

The air after the snow is really fresh, but the temperature has dropped by more than ten degrees.

The cold snap is coming, and the summer and cold days in the Great Northeast are really no joke. To be honest, I'd rather wear too much and cover it, and you don't have to wear less and cry and pee all the way to the streets with the northwest wind, because it's hard to take a taxi. This is my experience as an old Northeast person, and it can be regarded as my own frozen experience!

When I got home, it was already dark. After dinner, I rubbed my red and swollen ear on my left side in the mirror. A few days ago, in the early morning when the bitter north wind howled like a hungry wolf who had not eaten a bite of food for a week, at a bare crossroads, I only felt that my ears exposed to the northwest were pricked by needles in an instant, and I suddenly lost consciousness. I was so frightened that I was dumbfounded, thinking that this was a prelude to freezing down, so I ran to the unit in a panic with my hands in my hands, and it took two days to recover. Then, like a snake shedding a thin white skin like a garlic skin, at that moment, I thought I was going to become a demon, which was really terrifying.

Winter is like a snake that has cultivated for 3,000 years, even if it twists its graceful posture like a willow, revealing a gentle and elegant breath all over its body, slowly approaching you. You will eventually be frozen by the extreme cold, and your hair will stand on end, and your body will be like chaff, for you do not know how hard her heart has become over the years, as hard as stone or as iron. And we, in front of her, are not even babies as well.

If you hate winter, you are more afraid of winter. Although enough cold and enough heat can make people feel uncomfortable, the heat is stronger than the cold, at least it doesn't burn my ears, for me. At this moment, his ears were feverish, and half of his face was as red as the face of a drunken monkey, which made people feel dizzy and stepped on cotton under their feet.

The last page of the wall calendar on the wall guards a lonely month alone. It once used the most affectionate confession to send away its eleven old friends. At this moment, tears rolled in its eyes, and it was strangely heavy, about to draw an end to its life, and at the same time, it would also guide people to embark on a new agenda and look forward to the future.

The hour and minute hands of a quartz clock form a right angle at the northwest corner of the dial, bisecting a quarter of the dial.

Time flies, time flies. In the silence of the night, I was quietly sighing at the ruthlessness of time, and the green silk turned into white hair. Reminiscing about the past years and wasting the years. At this moment, the north wind hit the window of the north balcony, and the sound of the window fan shaking. Annoyed and angry, the north wind turned back and gathered momentum, ready to pull up the snow and sand in the sky for a while, open its devilish mouth, revealing its fangs shining with cold light, and make a comeback.

Outside the south window, an old tree shook violently in the north wind, and the branches of the maid slowly stretched out the claws as if they had been enchanted by the snake demon who had cultivated for three thousand years in winter, and more than half of them stretched out into the night sky, easily dispelling any warm current. She will be transformed into a witch on a broomstick in a huge canopy pulled up by the cold, floating in a directionless direction. As a cold light trailing her long tail pierced the night sky, glimpses of her spreading the extreme cold in the dark sky, freezing everything that could freeze. It wasn't until the sky was frozen that she suddenly noticed that Li Ming's envoy was dancing silently in the eastern sky, and she suddenly put away her magic that was about to expire and fell into the air. He took off his night-colored robe and disappeared into the sky, turning into an inconspicuous lead-gray cloud.

At this time, I was putting warm water in the bathtub and a sky-blue bath towel on the back of the chair. As if nothing came more directly than taking a hot bath to dispel the cold, this moment.