Winter in my hometown

"It's snowing at home today." In the evening, my mother and my aunt in Shandong province video chat, my aunt told my mother about the weather in her hometown in Shandong province. I think it's very difficult to see a snowfall in Hubei, let alone see a snowy picture, so to speak, but also a little miss the winter in my hometown as a child. Although the memory of winter is not as beautiful as spring, summer and autumn, but it also has its own unique characteristics.

　　The winter in my hometown always comes very suddenly, so people are a bit caught off guard. In the depths of memory, every year, as soon as we enter the eleventh month of the solar calendar, the night feels very cold, after five or six o'clock, the quiet village all of a sudden becomes dark, the long road without a shadow of a person, the whole village seems to begin to sleep, mangled and sleepy. Even in the daytime, the sky feels cloudy and overcast, rarely seeing the sun. Even the active smoke in the usual, as well as the spirit of the scattered, hanging straight on the roof, not a bit of flare. Only the smoky village of scattered chickens and dogs barking, people laughing, only let people read a rare warmth. In the summer, sweaty, hot sun, always miss the good of winter, but once the winter, freezing even hands can not be stretched out, and look forward to the early passage of winter.

　　I remember the winter in my hometown, the white snow and ice is a special feeling, because with the company of snow, as if I and my buddies winter vacation does not seem so monotonous and boring. Early in the morning, pushing open the window, the ground, the trees, the carport, everywhere is thick snow. I couldn't wait to get dressed, put on my gloves and call my sister and brother to go out and play in the snow. Our first task was to build a big snowman. First, we had to gather the snow, and we dug it up with shovels and scattered it to the same place. Snow has been gathered almost when the first part of the snow piled into a large snowball, and then use two branches on either side as arms, the body is done. Next to do the head, first another part of the snow into a small snowball, with a popsicle as a nose, and then two cucumbers as eyes, the head is done. Finally, put the head on top of the body, the snowman is done. We were so happy to see the fruits of our labor.

　　Of course, for the snow play, there are more exciting, that is a snowball fight. The more people there are, the better the snowball fight, and the more lively the play. A few small friends, to the back of the house in the yard (rural areas for processing crops, generally large area) within the delineation of their respective areas, a command, we immediately into battle. We each hide behind the car, ready to "bullet", I am responsible for observing the enemy. Suddenly, I saw a small head emerge from the other side, I hurriedly and my little friend to the other side "fire". I saw three snowballs flying through the air, just hit each other's heads, our group are laughing. I shouted again: "Comrades, hit hard!" The little ones immediately threw snowballs. Some of these snowballs flew out almost simultaneously, and the snowballs flew down to their bodies and immediately broke up. The other side saw no way out, so they had to admit defeat and raise their hands in surrender. Through this some snowball fight down, our red little hands are smoking hot, forehead also oozed beads of sweat, feel the whole body is stretched out, very comfortable. Snow is white and flawless, is lovely, is colorful. Snow brought endless laughter to us as children, and added a touch of warmth to the winter.

　　For the winter in my hometown, ice skating on the water has also become a fun time for the little ones, and the formerly turquoise lake has long since been frozen into a nocturnal ice skating rink. I remember when I was a kid, my brother and I passed by a river and saw that the river had frozen, so we ran to the river cheerfully and started skating back and forth. I was playing with the excitement, there is a river surface suddenly cracked ice, my left foot immediately trapped in, I subconsciously grabbed a tree branch on the bank with my right hand, shouting "brother help me!" My brother immediately ran to the shore to pull me up in the morning, after going ashore, really scared and afraid.

　　Later, when I grew up and went to college, I went home every year for the winter break, and most of my classmates' winter break was estimated to be spent in the nest by catching up on dramas, but not me. Because my family is selling pork at the market, from the first moment I arrived home from vacation, I deal with pigs every day. I woke up at seven o'clock in the morning, ate breakfast and then started to load the pork onto the car with my father, and then pulled it to the market (a place where goods are traded in the north, once every five days, commonly known as the market) to sell. The winter in Shandong is very cold, sometimes reaching below minus 15 degrees, and we stood in the cold wind howling on the street, allowing them to cut like a knife in my face, hands are also frozen red, only rely on hands constantly rubbing to get some heat. Wait until noon, you can close the stall ready to go home to eat, then do not mention how happy the heart. After lunch, a short break, almost three or four o'clock in the afternoon to go to the food station to help kill the pig, in preparation for the next day's stall. This was my winter vacation routine until the Chinese New Year came.

　　The memories of winter condensed into thick fog in the sky, thick snow in the fields, thin ice on the lake, and a freezing fog in the woods, but also in the waves of my memories that warmed me and warmed me. The memories of my childhood turned into a sweet song in this cold winter, swirling in the room and flowing in my heart.