
It is wearing thick cotton shoes, but also with bare feet on the ice.
The "cold" is no longer called cold, but "pain". The forehead and the back of the head have the kind of pain when being hit hard. The nose was in so much pain that I had to breathe through my mouth. And the ears seem to have hardened.
Both eyes were irritated by the cold and the tears were steaming in the cold air like iron. The lenses of the glasses were blurred and soon covered with ice that could not be erased, and the metal frames of the glasses were frozen colder than the cold air, occasionally touching the temples or cheeks, it stung as if there were iron cones sticking to the place. I took off my glasses, and soon my uncovered eyes were freezing again, so I had to blink rapidly and move forward, relying on things to stay on the retina for a brief moment to identify the road. After two streets, finally completely closed, the heart from one to ten, then open a quick glance, and then close the eyes from ten to one count.
I can't even keep my fingers straight!
It is at times like that, over and over again thinking about mother ...... especially thinking about the place they are going to is still so far away ...... especially thinking about that place will be even colder ...... especially It is the thought that this cold road will go on endlessly this night, and this life will go on little by little ......
When the lights are quiet, in the empty white streets, pushing the cart to move, a cart of pots and pans, boxes and bedding - all the household goods. The cart was pushed alone in the cold stream. The strength that was exerted was also frozen, frozen, and this strength was frozen in the cart of household goods mechanically forward. The cart full of black and full of things silent in the journey, keenly sensing every stirring, loneliness, fear - and want to give up ...... is walking, stopping under a window, looking up, remembering the past ...... those same cold days. We were wrapped from head to toe in leather coats and sped through the snowy fields on horse plows. The snow splashed by the horses' hooves flew in the sky. We huddled back to back on the wooden plow, and the walls of snow piled up on both sides of the road were taller than our heads ...... We sang songs, and the horse driver, sweating profusely, took off the scarf around his neck and turned to hand it to me ...... When I passed a telephone booth, I finally couldn't resist and left the car and ran over. However, the phone dialed but no one answered, "beep - beep -" the sound like a series of ellipses, omitted into the deepest part of the night, the deepest part of the cold ...... I dried my tears.
It is that everything has passed!
It's that I'm still here...
Waiting for the bad news to come ......
There is a colder star of hope and a longer period of life.
And the new, poor, wretched home waiting in the depths of the night - and four more streets - and
Three more streets ......
One more street ......
And the last few dozen meters ......
Here we are. I let go of my hand, dropped the car and ran, pulled open the unlocked door and flung myself inside crying, Mom ......
I find a candle and light it, then go out and drag all the things to the door and unload them one by one into the house. There is no bolt to close the door. Then find a rope to tie the door to the door frame. Then the corner of the house filled with broken dirt and rotten wood stove cleaned up, a match to raise the stove. I gathered around the roaring fire to warm up, and soon warmed up. I thought the frozen part of my body would be awakened by the opening and tingling pain, but never. The room was as warm as spring and I felt sleepy. I stood up to get a bucket and go out to get water, but as soon as I turned around, I slipped and fell hard on the thick ice on the floor of the room. I shed tears on the ice and watched them fall and freeze instantly on the ice. I finally burst into tears. The world is still cold, where I have no way to feel, where there is no way to feel anymore──continues to be cold ......


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