Lin Qingyun's prose.

Lin Qingyun, a newcomer in May, male, from eastern Fujian, is a member of the Provincial Youth Photography Association. He likes dancing and writing after work. Now I work in Ningde Local Taxation Bureau. One of the new works-

Snow-free

Lin Qingyun

One night in early summer, the old man in Liu Tian had a heart attack and left. Hearing the bad news, my sad heart was hard to calm for a long time. The scene of knowing the old man comes to mind.

Six years ago in the spring, there was an unexpected heavy snow here. This is a rare opportunity for photographers to collect ideas.

At dawn the next day, we drove cheerfully to the natural ecological reserve more than 200 kilometers away. The snowy road is slippery, and the car crawls slowly along the steep winding Panshan road. The varied snow scenes on both sides of the mountain road deeply attract us. We forget hunger, cold and fatigue, seize the ever-changing scenery and keep taking pictures. It was not until 4 o'clock in the afternoon that I remembered that I had not eaten lunch.

"There is a house ahead!" The smoke from the nearby kitchen caught our attention.

We got there with one foot deep and one foot shallow. These are three simple bungalows. We knocked at the door gently. An old man is cooking with a fire. "Uncle, can I borrow a light?" I asked. "Come on in." The old man is busy letting us in.

The room at the west end is divided into two parts, one is the kitchen and the other is the dining room, with a big table and a small cabinet. The one in the east is the old man's bedroom and study, a small bed, and above the bed is a freehand photo of "Hongmei proud of snow"; In front of a big desk is a Liu-style painting of "cultivating the meaning of heaven and earth and doing the best of ancient and modern methods", which shows that calligraphy has a certain foundation; Next to it is a row of tall bookcases filled with books. Although the house is old and simple, it is neat and elegant, and the book is quite rich. A mamie camera made in the Soviet Union was conspicuously placed on the table, along with film, flash, tripod and other equipment. Quiet mountain villages, elegant and humble rooms and wise old people, we can't connect these together. What is the real identity of the old man?

"Eight-treasure porridge" is hot, and the old people eat well. He scalded a pot of homemade rice wine and invited us to dinner. The old man walked over and said that he likes photography, too, and he just came back from taking pictures and went with him! The atmosphere was harmonious at once, the feelings were close, and the words were more speculative. The old man is knowledgeable and talkative, maybe he is talking. The old man saw our doubts and told his own life experience.

The old man surnamed Liu Tomorrow, 67 years old, is the only college student in the village. He is eloquent, good at singing and dancing, loves photography and writes well. He was originally a researcher in a national scientific research unit. Forty years ago, he was labeled as "impure" and "special suspect" because of his family composition, and sent to reeducation through labor for three years. The wife left with her daughter. Zucuo was also confiscated, and his elderly parents were placed in three sheepfolds of the village chief's production team.

After Liu Tian was released from prison, he was sent back to his hometown to supervise labor. The next day, the villagers saw him humming folk songs with a burden on his back, just like a happy bachelor. However, elderly parents, however, could not stand many cruel blows and soon passed away one after another. That night, all the men, women and children in the village heard a man crying.

From then on, Liu Tian was silent, with no smile on his face and his hair gradually turned white.

1987, on the day when Liu Tian was completely rehabilitated, he came to his parents' grave with incense sticks and cigarettes to comfort his parents. He lost his sadness and happiness. In order to thank the villagers for their care over the years, they donated the ancestral home returned by the government policy to the village as a primary school. He didn't want to go back to his original unit, so he retired, received a monthly pension, guarded the house rebuilt by the sheepfold, and lived a plain life. ...

The moon has reached the zenith before you know it. The old man was worried that it was not safe to slip on the dark road and insisted on staying with us. We readily agreed. The old man scalded a pot of rice wine and told us about his daughter. The old man's face was filled with kindness and love: "My daughter also graduated from college and worked in a naval base. She is already the mother of a child of 16 years old. " "Later-aunt?" I asked falteringly. The old man muttered, "I didn't ask her to come back." Later, he died. I have a responsibility. " "She left me is helpless. She didn't remarry and brought up her daughter with great pains. How can I not miss her feelings? " Tears of regret welled up in the old man's eyes.

The next morning, we said goodbye to the old man and walked back on the muddy path. The old man leaned against the door and kept waving to us: when the sun comes out and the snow melts, the road will be easy.

After returning to the city, we often look for opportunities to travel and bring some cigarettes and alcohol that Yanagida likes. We try our best to give more spiritual comfort to the elderly. When there is a good photography opportunity, the elderly will also take the initiative to contact us. Every time we get together with old people, we learn a lot from them.

We admire the elderly from the bottom of our hearts and regard them as good teachers and friends. We have been in close contact with them for many years. Unexpectedly, the old man died suddenly and left us forever.

Nowadays, whenever I think of the old man, I always think of Liu Tian's advice: "When the sun comes out and the snow melts, the road will be easy." ...