"It's snowing......"

A low muttering voice came out of Muyang's mouth without any boundaries.

In Muyang's heart, there are many secrets about snow that only he knows, the sky was brown on the day of the snowball fight with the fourth sister, there is a huge ski field on the mountain behind the train station, and the snow in the long field on the ridge is sweet, These are only known to Muyang, and he has not told anyone.

I have loved snow since I was a child, and as I grew older, my love for snow did not decrease in the slightest.

The snow in Xinghua Village often comes very suddenly, and there was no warning the night before, and when I woke up to a blank of snow.

In a daze, you will hear the sound of shoveling snow, and the hard-working adults, when the children are still asleep, have begun to sweep out the paths, and will carefully sprinkle a layer of cinders on the slopes.

When Muyang was young, he often complained that the good white snow was tainted by cinders, but then he fell more times and began to gradually like cinders, especially the freshly baked ones, which have a unique taste sprinkled on the snow, which gives you a sense of security and saves you from falling skin.

In my impression, there are three things that Muyang misses the most.

The first was a snowball fight, the earliest one was when I was five years old, I remember living in my father's hometown at that time, and although I was young, I was still sent to make up for it.

I was very happy to meet the fourth sister and the third sister at that time, and I went to the classroom early every day, and everyone tacitly pre-studied their homework, and Muyang was still young and could only observe everyone around.

The fourth sister wrote there, stroke by stroke very seriously, and the third sister took two corn cobs and threw them into the briquette fire to add heat to the classroom.

The classrooms were very dilapidated, and the students were of all ages, the oldest of whom was in junior high school, and the youngest who had just stopped wetting the bed.

Muyang's task is very simple, that is, to copy the disciple rules every day, and after writing them, they will be handed over to the teacher, and the teacher will give them a good grade.

Muyang is always good, he has never won an excellent one, every time he looks at the fourth sister's homework book, there are big excellent words, and his eyes are full of envy.

"Class, class."

An older boy shouted, everyone in the classroom hurriedly ran out, Muyang struggled to open the door curtain, and found that everyone was having a snowball fight.

The sky is so strange today, how can it be tea blue, an older child picked up a ball of snow and gently smashed it on himself, and Muyang's third sister began to scold him.

"Don't bully my brother." Muyang knew that the man liked to talk to the third sister, but Muyang hated him, so he picked up a piece of snow and threw it at the older child.

The eldest child was not annoyed, but happily dodged, and all the students started to have snowball fights, and the sound of giggling came out far away, and the snow did not hurt when it hit his body, on the contrary, he could feel that the snow was hot and soft.

Secondly, it is where Xinghua Village now lives, when he was in elementary school, Muyang often went to play with his father who was two years younger than him, and the two of them blocked the wastewater in the place where the wastewater was discharged in the concentrator in the summer, and went to the mountains to play when it snowed.

The mountains in Xinghua Village are not particularly steep mountains, each mountain is like a hot steamed bun, round and plump, and all the mountains are dry terraced fields, like steps one by one.

Muyang and his little father stood on the top of the mountain, and the words of their parents' warnings were still repeating in their ears.

"Don't go to the mountains, the mountains are slippery, there are deep pits on the mountains, don't jump on the ground, people's bones are brittle in winter, and they will break when you jump."

These words were completely taken by Muyang as a deaf ear, and the little father went to the mountain happily in winter, the scenery on the mountain is very beautiful, and the place where the snow can't be covered has become a line, outlining the outline of the entire mountain range and the entire Xinghua Village.

Find a relatively acceptable slope, the slope is full of snow, already very solid, although hollow, but it is not a problem to bear the weight of two children.

Put the instant noodle box brought from home under the buttocks, and then kick the whole person and fly out, there is a whistling sound of the wind in my ears, my heart beats faster, and my stomach is itchy.

Suddenly disappeared one of them, please don't worry, he fell into the snow pit, but it was okay, sure enough, it didn't take long for Muyang to crawl out of the pit, and the little dad came over and grabbed him and pulled him up.

"Still playing?" Muyang saw that his little father was frozen red, and his face was full of unfinished expression, so he said to play.

The two of them climbed to the top of the mountain again, slid down again, and went back and forth several times, until the instant noodle box was too tattered to sit on, and the cotton pants of the two people were all ice skates, and the two decided not to play.

On the way home, jumping from one terrace to the next, there is snow as a buffer and the legs and feet do not hurt, and I feel that I can fly in a trance, and sometimes I dream that I am jumping on the ground in my dreams, but at that time I fly higher, and I can see whoever I want.

Sometimes you will see a hare, the gray fur and the snow are seriously out of harmony, sometimes the wild rooster will suddenly fly out from the side of the road, clucking and flying to another mountain, Muyang and the two want to chase, but they don't chase, they know that these things can't chase.

Finally, Lingshang Chang, Muyang was just passing by that day, Muyang was already a junior high school student at this time, and he was seizing the time to catch up with his learning progress every day, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't learn.

There is no one to guide Muyang, Muyang wants to ask the teacher with the questions he can't know, but he can't throw away the burden on his body, Muyang is afraid that others will say that he is not serious, why did he go before, and now he knows that he works hard, winter has come, and the cold bird can only freeze to death.

The ridge was covered with snow, and the roof tiles on the roadside were no longer visible, and the snow held the tiles firmly, as if the roof of the house was made of snow.

Muyang walked alone, walked and walked to a fork in the road, saw the grandmother's tomb from a distance, and suddenly there was a layer of fog in his eyes, he missed, missed his deceased relatives.

I grabbed a handful of snow in the field on the side of the road, put it in my mouth and melted it immediately, it was so sweet, this snow should be sweetened, and my mood was a lot more beautiful because of this snow.

Jingle bells, jingle bells!

The bell rang for class, bringing Muyang back to reality from fantasy, and after a short break of ten minutes, Muyang flashed some old things in his heart.

Physics teacher Xiao Zhou strode into the classroom, closed the door with his hand, and closed the first snow outside the classroom.

"Students, today the teacher will take you to review the physics knowledge of the first year of junior high school, and you have brought all the books!" In the third year of junior high school, teachers began to build a knowledge framework for students and sort out knowledge, so at this time, everyone had to bring all the old books from the past.

"Brought it."

"Brought the teacher."

"yes, I brought it."

……

Muyang also took out his book and began to listen carefully to the teacher's lecture.