On the morning of Chinese New Year's Eve, the white snow covered the village houses, and the sun came out, and the white flowers were really dazzling. It's also a great gift to the earth, and you can wear a flowing and bright winter coat. It's been a long time since I've seen such a thick layer of snow, and a path has been swept out of the road, trampling to greet every family. He was also the oldest man in the village, the only one who could be counted, but he stayed outside, and few people said anything about him. Some people also asked, "You're back, what about your daughter-in-law?" You know your own affairs, and you can't tell others, so you smile and say; if you don't get married, you won't come back?" Others won't ask anymore, and no one will introduce him to the girl.

The snow under my feet submerged my shoes, and it was so beautiful to walk out of the village and stand on the sorghum and look out at the white peaks in the distance. Ruixue Mega Year, Ruixue Mei New Year is even more praised. The sun shines on the gorgeous earth, adding a bit of warmth, and the snow under your feet croaks, and the snow floods the grassy slopes on the side of the mountain, hiding the dry appearance of winter, and also covering the hibernating little animals with warm quilts. The hare was the first to leave its footprints in the snow, but it also left the hunter with a trail of movement, but no one tore it up at New Year's Day. The hillside is very clean, you can't hear the wind, most of the birds go south, and there are not many left for the winter, and occasionally a bird chirps, maybe they praise the early morning meditation. Ah, man is always looking for a breakthrough in restlessness, and the seclusion here temporarily makes him intoxicated with the beauty of nature, and briefly forgets the hardships and difficulties of being a human being. Time goes backwards, here he walks and reads, imagines the future, but all this is attacked and broken, lagging behind the footsteps of his classmates, taking a train that lies down and can't see tomorrow, struggling in fear, struggling in exhaustion, continuing in exhaustion, never sighing, nor stopping, because the mountains here nurture his tenacious vitality. The past has passed, and the tribulations on the way to learn from the scriptures have become the best illustration of the tenacity of his life, and have also become the most fulfilling and meaningful part of his memories. Walking up the mountain beam to see the snow-covered village, the houses were full of smoke, and he heard the sound of firecrackers, as if he heard the shouts of his mother, probably about to eat, he hurriedly went down the mountain beam and walked back.

The child was not afraid to build a snowman in the cold, there was a cow the size, he stopped and looked, he smiled and asked, "What are your snow dolls called?" He laughed and said, "It's so pretty." The second baby ran over and called, "Brother, go up there, my mother will tell you to eat." Turning around on the top of the mountain, he also pulled up the iron and came to a bunch of snowmen with them as he spoke. He said to himself that he only went home once a year, and that these children were all strangers, and he really felt a little bit of a guest. The mother's shout sounded from the side of the courtyard again, still so loud, but with the old age, he shouted and promised to run back. The fourth woman called: Qiangwa, your mother shouted that you have a lot of time, and it is estimated that the food is cold, so you come to our house to eat. He looked at the fourth woman happily and said, "Fourth woman, I'll go home and have a look first." After saying that, he ran to his house.

Nostalgia for hometown, village, nostalgia for the enthusiastic eyes of the fathers, nostalgia for their family's cold winter hot soil kang, this time it is difficult to see the warm eyes, the years urge people to grow old, I am afraid that I will never see it again. Slow down the pace of walking, go to that house to come here, talk and chat, familiar with the familiar face that has forgotten to grow old.

After the eighth day of the new year, I rushed to work in the provincial capital, and there was still snow on both sides of the road, green and white. The wheat fields look wet in the sun, the snowflakes remain in the shady fields, the breeze on the mountain beams in the morning is really cold, and there are many people on the side of the road, most of them are giving dolls. His father said, "Qiangwa, you go up and ask the girl, if you don't succeed, you will come home and find a rural doll." He said to his father, "I know." The car came, it was already full of people, and when it stopped, it was crowded inside, and he squeezed in and stopped. The car was leaving, and he wanted to wave to his parents, but he couldn't see the scenery outside the window at all. The eighth day of the Lunar New Year is a good day to go out, naturally there are many people, and it is better to leave a day early when I think that there are so many people today. The car staggered to the town, and many people got out of the car, so there was a place to sit.