Warm Snow Prose

Warm Snow Prose 1

It’s not yet the season for snow to fall, but I suddenly miss snow very much.

Perhaps it can be said that I miss the snow-white world of youth and the innocent youth in that world. His name is Chu.

That year, we were in the same grade of junior high school in the same town, and his family lived in the town. As for me, I came from a remote village and was studying at a relative's house. His relative's house is not far from his home, and he always passes by my relative's door when he goes to school.

I study very well, so I stand out in the class, but I am by no means a pretty and cute girl. His seat is right behind me. He has the image of a domineering and somewhat cynical "street kid". He is tall, has a dark face with sharp edges, single eyelids, and big eyes. In my memory, he is wearing a lake suit. Lan's suit and trousers are also a bit handsome. Because we live close to school, the teacher always asks us to stay after school to clean up the classroom and lock the door. In this way, we got to know each other little by little. He was not very good at studying, so he sometimes borrowed my homework to copy.

That year, I was thirteen years old and he was fifteen. In those days, radios were a very fashionable electrical appliance. He took a miniature radio and would play it to our classmates after class. To this day, I still remember the scene where he put his ear close to the radio to select a station. He tilted his head and listened. We were choosing a radio station, and we accidentally looked at each other. I felt something different in those eyes. My face suddenly turned red, but he didn't look away, staring at me. A long, long time, and then smiled. This smile will always be as clear as yesterday in the long river of memory.

But we never said anything beyond the friendship between classmates. Until one day, a coincidence changed our destiny. That day, my female companion and I were late together and ran to school in a panic. The Chinese teacher had already started class. We called for a report, but the teacher didn't let us in. He continued to teach his class. Within a few minutes, the boy named Chu was also late. In this way, the male Chinese teacher who was in adolescence and not yet married imagined a story in his mind that did not exist. Then, the teacher talked to me and said: If you don’t want to go to school, get out! How could I, who ranked first in my grade in academic performance, bear such excessive criticism and then transfer to another school?

The old story began from then on, and my departure also caused the ruin of another boy’s studies. He went to my school on a bicycle carrying his own desk (at that time, we still brought our own desks to school). Because it was too far from his home, his parents objected to him attending my school. As a last resort, I went back. Shortly after returning to his original school, when he was in the second grade of junior high school, he dropped out of school.

After he dropped out of school, he often asked his classmates to give me beautiful diaries and stickers, and would wait for me on my way to school every afternoon. He told me the fact that he was engaged during the year we were classmates.

He said that he wanted to break off the engagement.

I asked: Why? He said that when we got engaged, I didn’t even know what liking meant. Only when I got to know you did I realize that you can only marry someone if you like them.

But I don’t like you, I said.

I will make you change, he said.

After night study, when it gets dark, he will wait for me on the road to take me home. After sending me home, he will have to drive a long way home; he will also tell me jokes; Every holiday, he would buy me greeting cards and write blessings with a black pen. Like an older brother, he hides out of sight of my family and appears in my life. But he never said anything like he liked me again.

Later I heard that his family did not agree with his break-off of the engagement, and his girlfriend also did not agree because his family situation was not bad. I don't know these things.

Three years of junior high school life will soon be over, and I will go to the city to go to school, because this is my ideal. One winter night, he stood at the intersection where I must pass. He changed his usual playful smile, and his tone was a little lower. He said: Do you have to go to the city? I said: Yes. He said: You know, as long as you get to the city, I can't wait for you anymore. I jokingly said: Wait until I come back to marry you. He said: How is it possible? You will never come back, and even if you come back, we are no longer the same person.

The year when I was about to graduate from junior high school, it snowed heavily that year. I went to school early in the morning after the New Year. At that time, four-wheeled cars were still rare in the countryside. There were only bicycle ruts and scattered footprints of pedestrians. On the road, under the sun, my name was written on the snow, over and over again, shining crystal clear light in the sun.

But he was not seen.

I didn’t expect to see him again. However, he has been lingering in my heart, and I even fantasized about coming back to marry him after graduation.

He got married the year I went to school in the city. That year, he was eighteen years old.

During the years when I went to school in the city, the way he tilted his head and looked at me always flashed in my mind. Maybe that boy who had never even held hands had become a boy without knowing it. My first love.

Although I have never held his hand and cannot feel the warmth in his palm, my names written one by one in the pure white snow are also imprinted in my heart. There is a hidden temperature in each word, and the snow has become warm, which warmed my boyhood.

Five years later, the year I got married, he found my phone number through a friend, and the familiar voice on the other end of the phone revealed a little bit of vicissitudes of life.

I only asked one question: Why didn’t you wait for me to come back?

He sighed: Will you still like me when you come back? Besides, I am just a farmer without much culture, how can I make you happy?

Yeah, maybe the people we wanted to be with so much may not necessarily be happy together for various reasons.

After that year, I gradually aged in the reinforced concrete city, and that boy may have already grown wrinkles and gray hair, or maybe he was a middle-aged man squatting on the roadside in some village, smoking and chatting. ?

This world has long been filled with wind and sand, but the world in my heart is still as pure as snow. Warm Snow Prose 2

The snowflakes in my memory are loose, gentle and peaceful. I really like the sight of snowflakes flying all over the sky. At that moment, everything in the world, including beauty and ugliness, was hidden in the white snowflakes. Snowflakes show people an implicit world, a peaceful world, and a poetic world.

However, when countless tiny snowflakes gather and cover the sky, when the thick layer of snow covers the roads, crushes the houses, buries the livestock, and isolates the villages, the reality of life is The poetry ceases to exist, and what follows is the white nightmare caused by the snowstorm.

We cannot forget the heavy snowfall of 1968. The 1-meter-thick snowfall left the deepest impression on people in the middle and late part of the last century. The heavy snow prevented parents living in barracks-style houses from opening the door in the early morning. The heavy snow trapped countless livestock in pens and the last batches froze and starved to death. The heavy snow made the already stretched life even more difficult.

Looking at his sister who was waiting for food, his father sighed, picked up a military copper kettle and walked to the livestock team 5 kilometers away to fetch milk. My father walked on that winding path for a long time, and his clothes were soaked with sweat and became cold. On days when there was no milk to eat, my father had to make white batter for my sister to drink. Speaking of the bitterness and hardship at that time, my mother's eyes were full of sadness. The memories of that era are deeply bitter.

Entering January 20xx, a once-in-60-year cold wave blizzard disaster covered northern Xinjiang. This disaster was more memorable than the heavy snowfall in 1968. The snowfall lasted for a long time and the amount of snowfall was huge. Heavy snow, thick snow, and low temperatures are rare in history. Life channels in winter pastoral areas have been blocked, pastoral villages have become isolated islands in the sea of ??snow, and houses that were once full of laughter were buried in the snow. Only the lamb that once jumped happily was frozen to death...

In the wind and snow, the kind old man who once stood on the land of Wenchuan where aftershocks continued, came to Xinjiang with a heart full of care and kindness, and supported him. Braving strong winds of level 7 and temperatures as low as minus 30 degrees Celsius, we went from house to house to visit the people. In Altay City, Tacheng City, Toli County, Emin County, in Sandek Village of Last Township, in Donggulek Village of Dolat Township, which is located in the old wind... In the wind and snow, your warm Your smile is like the bright sunshine, stroking away the snow that has fallen on the hearts of the victims; in the wind and snow, your strong hands convey the deep love in your heart; in the wind and snow, your solid arms are our warm support.

In the wind and snow, disaster relief tents, food, grass, clothing, quilts and other materials from the central government and all over the country were continuously transported to the disaster area; in the wind and snow, countless people devoted themselves to the life-and-death rescue, working day and night to get through the disaster area. Lifeline; in the wind and snow, touching stories happened and spread one after another, moving more people to extend their warm hands. Those hands were tightly held together and gathered into warm currents, flowing thousands of miles away in the frozen northern Xinjiang. on the land.

At the Moying Ranch in Emin County, seven members of herdsman Wumulabek Nursahey’s family were buried in their house for four days and three nights due to heavy snowfall. The electricity was cut off and the house was pitch dark, making it impossible to see. When the light came outside, they couldn't hear the sounds outside. Only boundless fear and a glimmer of hope enveloped them. The rescuers struggled to find the window, dig through the snow, and make a hole in the window before sending food and water inside.

In Rasbai Village, Karayemenle Township, Emin County, there are only 15 families guarding their homes. Roads are blocked, relief supplies cannot be transported in, and villagers' lives are constantly facing threats. For the sake of the villagers, villager Bedalibike resolutely braved the wind and snow to go out to transport supplies. However, there were no traces of roads in the vast snowfield, and 1.5 meters of snow covered everything. He walked hard for an hour to a distance of less than 150 meters. In the strong wind, the back view of Bedali pulling a horse-drawn sleigh in the wind and snow is moving...

Disasters bring people closer to the essence of life, and disasters bring people closer to the essence of life. nature. The heavy snowfall in 20xx allowed us to witness disasters and losses, and it also allowed us to witness the true love and warmth of the world. In the wind and snow, you are my warm support. Warm Snow Prose 3

The cold wind is blowing, the snow is falling, on Tianshan Mountain, you and I are talking about life. The pine trees in the forest, the ice on the branches, and the snow grass on the roadside are even more beautiful than the flowers.

Listen to me that it’s snowing, so you must rush over here despite the dust, just to watch the snow scene with me. God bless you, if you come to snow, the snow will come again. After a night of heavy snow, the earth changed its makeup, and when you and I met again, we found that our appearance had changed. We were no longer youthful, but more mature with years of experience. They smiled knowingly at each other, as if they understood what the other had been up to after parting, and there was no need to talk about it anymore, they could only talk about the present or the future.

You said, I am still as transparent as snow, and people can tell what I look like at a glance. You said again that time has taken away my naivety and shaped me into a decent me, but I just forgot to change my stubbornness. You also said that I will be better in the future, because there is no best, because you are here again, and because you have been praying for me.

I don’t doubt everything you say, because the relationship between us has always been as transparent as snow, with no dark spots. I believe every word you say, because when I see you again, you have rich experience, act rationally, and can think and plan for the future. I have no reason not to believe you. From the time we met to the time we parted, you said and did everything better than me.

In the ice and snow, we talked a lot about ourselves and things that had nothing to do with us. We talked about them all, just like drying clothes in the sun that have been put away for a long time. The sub-zero temperature makes my hands hurt so much, I want to put them in your pocket to warm them. It turns out that your hands were already stiff, and I realized that the place where you live is further south than mine. We laughed and continued walking in the snow, shivering in the wind. I want to keep this rare gathering together.

Time always flies very quickly when we get together, and your return car is about to leave again. We say goodbye to each other at the station with reluctance. Please tell me to take care of yourself for the next party. You also told me to take good care of myself so that everyone can be sunny and beautiful when we meet again. I promise to be obedient and do as you are told, and give you a beautiful goodbye. I will restore you to the one in the upper bunk and me in the lower bunk in that hurry.

Thank you Xue for bringing you, thank you for bringing a warm gathering. In fact, many beautiful things in the world are not so dramatic, but the moment that warms the heart. Warm Snow Prose 4

As I was getting off work, the sky began to get gloomy and the wind began to blow. The howling sound of the wind could be heard indoors, making the colored tiles on the roof crackle. I couldn't help but worry, fearing that it would be windy and rainy when I returned home. I couldn't help but secretly pray: God, please wait until we get home.

I waited until get off work feeling restless. It was already dark outside, and the wind was getting louder and louder. Fortunately, it hadn’t rained yet. There was no place to live in the factory, and I was worried that my family would be worried, so I gritted my teeth and rode my bicycle home. Maybe the bicycle was too small and couldn't withstand the wind. It kept walking in a twisting curve, and the wheels and the ground were almost at an angle of 30 degrees. The wind blew so much dust that people could hardly keep their eyes open, and their bikes had to be turned into push carts. Pushing the cart and stumbling along, I was really worried that the wind would blow me away. I was worried about the bad weather and wanted to get home quickly, but the road that usually only takes ten minutes has become extremely long.

The sky was pitch black, the wind was howling at the top of my lungs, and my large clothes were stretched out by the wind, making them bulging. It felt a bit like a hydrogen balloon held in a child's hand. There was a danger of floating away at any time. It really was. Treading hard. And God was even more unkind. Not only was the wind violent, but the rain was also raging. Big raindrops fell from the sky, causing pain on the face. The eyes that were already difficult to open became even more difficult to open. I pushed the car and followed my feelings, step by step. My clothes were wet, my shoes were soaked with water, and my eye sockets were wet. Nights like this make people's hearts tremble, making the sky and the sky feel unresponsive and the earth and the earth not functioning properly. It's rare to see anyone on the wide Douwu Road. I could only recite silently: Amitabha, to embolden myself.

When I walked to the entrance of our village, I felt a little calmer and finally saw hope. The wind is still rushing, the rain is still pouring, and my body is still shivering under the wet clothes. It's almost, it's almost, I'm almost home, and I can't help but feel excited. At this time, home has become the place I yearn for most. The stagnant water on the road flowed into the ditch, and I walked hard on the current. Suddenly I saw a person running across the opposite side, but I couldn't see his appearance clearly. I felt it was my husband, and at this time he also As my name was being called, I suddenly felt relaxed. Although it was windy and rainy, my heart finally found support.

When I saw my husband who came to pick me up, I asked him to help me push the cart. Only then did I realize that I had lost the new skirt my mother bought for my daughter. This is what a grandma wants. , so I chose to look back. Fortunately, I didn’t go far before I saw the little skirt soaked in the rain. I hurriedly picked it up and rushed home with my husband. In the wind and rain, my husband was pushing the car, and I was holding on to the car, walking back and forth. Maybe it was because the wind was too strong, or the rain was pouring too hard, and my husband’s glasses fell off for some reason. The husband who lost his glasses There was darkness before my eyes, so I crouched down to look for it, but unfortunately I couldn't find it, so I gave up the search. With my husband by my side, this stormy night has a gentle color, and home is getting closer and appearing in front of me.

We finally returned home, wet, changed out of wet clothes, put on dry clothes, and ate hot meals. A warm feeling spread throughout our bodies.

The phone rang, and when I answered it, it turned out to be a greeting from the leader. It was late after get off work, with strong winds and heavy rain. I was worried about the safety of my subordinates, so I called to ask if I got home safely. After saying that he was safe, the warmth in his heart became even stronger.

The stormy night allowed me to experience the wind and rain, and it also made me feel the sincere affection. A friend in need is a friend indeed, and love on a stormy night is even more heart-warming.