Picture Book Appreciation, Rain and Snow Genie Singing —— Reading Blizzard

Dear child, please forgive my jumping thinking. When I want to read Blizzard with you, what falls in my head is not winter snow, but summer rain. This is really an unreasonable thing, but it is so natural.

The happiness of snow

I have never encountered a 2-meter snowstorm in my life, but I will look forward to it. Whenever it snows, I can always fly happily-put on gloves and carry a big broom made of bamboo, or I can't beat my sisters and hold the broom, so we can sweep a forked path in the yard to the door, chicken coop and toilet, and then we can make a snowman with the swept snow. Once, I even built a sieve with a wooden stick with a long rope, sprinkled some rice and detained the greedy birds in winter. Of course, most of the time, it is a good chicken in my yard.

When we were young, we didn't have any sledges. We usually make snowmen and have snowball fights. When I saw the snow when I was a child, I couldn't help but pick it up and eat two bites; Sweep the snow and buckle the bird (chicken) game, because the chicken flies and the dog jumps unsuccessfully, and it is forgotten only once; We also like to paint with footprints in the thin snow; The more it snows, the more my mother takes me to run in the yard. ...

At that time, the air was fresh enough to be collected in cans.

The day after snow, the road surface often becomes slippery. The dirt road in the countryside is as hard and cold as iron, and it will slip if you walk carelessly. Scared? We fearless guys, find a flat ground sprint from a distance, and then keep our bodies upright and keep skating to see who can skate far and well. I accidentally fell down once. This is a kind of pain. I can't bear to cry, but I pretend nothing happened in front of my partner. After getting up, I secretly wiped my eyes and continued.

The warmth of rain

I can't figure out why I like rainy days. Seeing this page, I remembered that I had a similar warmth in my memory, and I suddenly understood.

Such a scene was never seen in snowy days when I was a child, but it often rained. I remember when I was a child, my father went to work in the city and went out early and returned late every day. My mother is very timid. If my father has something to do and can't go home one day, I remember that in addition to plugging in the door, there will be some chairs, pots, cans and other things that are easy to touch at the door.

But in my memory, every rainy day, we hide in the room, or do our homework, or watch TV, but our ears often listen to the door ringing. A bicycle, a raincoat that can't cover the rain-every time my wet father comes home, his muddy footsteps that never break his word always make the whole family warm, lively and practical.

Flying of love

Hey, dear boy. Seeing this, I began to worry a little about the hero in the story, you know? When you were growing up, I would worry about all kinds of news and emergencies for no reason. I told myself it was because of love. Seeing this place today, I began to feel that kind of anxiety again. Will "I" in the story get lost in the snow? Will it be dangerous? Even if you do go to a convenience store, can you go home with what you want to buy?

When I saw this maze road map marked with coordinates, I suddenly found that my heaviness came for no reason. A string of long footprints, caring about neighbors, trying to look at it as a whole, taking a wrong detour, making a snowman as an angel, exploring …

Those footprints will go all the way where I can't see them.

Isn't this growth?

Growing up with fun, love, confusion, planning, trial and error, creativity ... all these things, I can accompany you at the beginning of your life, but I can't replace them.

Am I, uh, grasping the parent-child relationship too tightly? Love needs trust and letting go. I have to learn to let you try it yourself, just like all the attempts I made when I was a child. I fell in the snow, so what? And I just need to be the one who makes you feel at ease on a rainy night.

How much happiness there is in the snow and how much warmth there is in the rain, I think, these are beyond my calculation. When I was growing up, this spirit of rain and snow sang a happy and warm song. It is this song that makes me secretly wipe away my tears after falling down and crying, get up and continue to try, and make me feel at ease and warm when I can't see the sun.

Dear child, can you also hear the singing of the rain and snow elves?