Xue Fengshan's prose of ice and snow memory

Every cold winter, my mind will always see the picture of my childhood hometown: the sky is foggy and chaotic, like the first opening of HarmonyOS system. Snowflakes are flying wildly all over the sky, and the falling sound of "cough" and "cough" makes the villages in the mountains seem particularly quiet. Snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, just like cotton clouds falling from the sky. It won't be long before the whole village and the surrounding mountains become a world of snow.

I don't know why, when I was a child, I always felt that there was a lot of snow and ice in Xuefeng Mountain in my hometown, and it snowed several times a year. Especially Maoziling on Xuefeng Mountain, it has been almost covered with snow since the slight cold festival. Sometimes, I get up early in the morning and open the main door. Wow, it snowed so thick quietly in one night. The pond in front of the door and the tile house in front of the house are covered with a thick layer of white snow, which looks as soft and pure as cotton. The mountain in front of the village and behind the village is also white, which makes me feel that I fell into the fairy tale world overnight. In the vegetable garden next to the house, those bare plum trees are just like early spring, and they are full of white flowers carelessly; The tightly wrapped Chinese cabbage turned into clouds of different sizes, scattered in the thick snow; Yesterday was a lush garlic field, but now I only see a few green leaves crawling disorderly on the white snow, just like a few random lines, which makes people feel a little life turmoil.

When I was a child, my favorite game was skiing after heavy snow. Besides snowball fights, I made a snowman in my pond. Ski props are not very particular. There are conditions for skiing at home. A steel ball pulley in front doubles as a T-shaped steering wheel, and two steel ball pulleys are sleeved on a wooden stick in the back. There are several cedar boards nailed to the wooden stick, and it is very imposing to slide on the snow slope. If a child takes it out to play, other children will envy him very much. Of course, most of them take out a thick pine board from home and ski on the steep slope next to the brigade.

After the heavy snow, the village was particularly quiet, and even the sparrows who usually like to chirp disappeared. When children ski in the brigade, their voices are particularly loud and their laughter spreads far away, just like the horn of assembly, attracting more children in the village to play, and even some adults will come to play. Someone was sitting on a wooden board, grabbing a short stick in each hand as a sliding bar, pushing into the snow and shouting "Oh, wow" and "Go", sliding down quickly and accidentally turning into a ditch on the side of the road, which caused everyone to laugh with a bang. There are also three people sitting on the ski bike, making the ski bike creak and feel that the ski bike is falling apart in the bumps. Some people who don't have ski tools simply sit on the snow slope, hold their hands on the ground, tilt their heads back, slide down, and then turn over and run uphill. My hands are red, my face is red, and my mouth is full of white heat. Snowy days seem to be a festival for children in mountainous areas. Everyone is more excited than one, playing and chasing, and never feel what it is like to be too cold.

After it snows, the sun usually shines the next day, and the snow on the roof tiles begins to melt slowly, and the sky becomes clear and blue. Maoling of Xuefeng Mountain in the distance behind the house has also shed her mysterious veil, revealing silver makeup and standing on the edge of a distant cloud. Around a row of Hengshan mountains, it is also a vast expanse of whiteness, shining like a tower of babel, reaching into the sky, making people feel how magnificent the snow and ice on Xuefeng Mountain are!

The weather in Xuefeng Mountain is also changing endlessly. Before the last snow melted, another bigger snow followed. Rows of crystal-clear ice curtains are hung under the eaves of every household in the village, and the ice curtains in the pigsty covered with Chinese fir are particularly long, like handfuls of hanging awns, showing a cold and dense chill. Sometimes put a bench bar, stand up and pull two, one in each hand, waving like a sword. Sometimes I lick it with my own tongue, and immediately I feel a chill coming. The tip of my tongue was numb, so I quickly dropped the ice in my hand and tied several knots, such as broken gems.

The section of National Highway 209 passing through Xuefeng Mountain is known as "Xuefeng Natural Danger". I remember when I was in high school, I took the shuttle bus to climb the Xuefeng natural barrier on snowy days many times. Because the bus driver is a local and familiar with the road conditions, he drives very fast even with anti-skid strips. The shuttle bus sometimes walks on the misty hillside and sometimes hovers in a snow-white Jiudaowan. The trees on the mountain were beaten unevenly by snow, and some branches were covered with clear ice on the red leaves, such as small wintersweet in full bloom in winter. The usual "rushing" stream has disappeared without a trace. I saw the snow-covered rocks in the ditch exposed in disorder. Piles of ice in the ditch, hanging or lying, have different shapes, and everything shows quiet but wild tension.

Magnificent as Kunlun, snow and ice constitute mountains, Xuefeng Mountain is named after snow, and Xuefeng Mountain in memory is beautiful because of snow. It is like a proud snow dragon, flying in the endless wilderness from time to time, emitting dazzling silver light.