Has anyone read the article "Hand" by Xiao Hong?

None of our classmates have ever seen hands like this: blue, black, and seemingly purple; the color changes from the nails to the wrists.

In the first few days after she arrived, we called her "monster." After class, everyone always runs around her when running on the floor. Regarding her hands, no one asked.

The teacher was calling names, which made us more and more unbearable, and we had to laugh.

"Li Jie!" "Arrived."

"Zhang Chufang!" "Arrived."

"Xu Guizhen!" "Arrived."

One person stands up quickly and regularly, and the other person sits down again. But every time I call Wang Yaming, it takes some time.

"Wang Yaming, Wang Yaming... I've called you!" Sometimes other students would urge her, so she stood up, hung her hands straight down, lowered her shoulders, and faced the shed. Top said:

"Here, here, here."

No matter how her classmates laughed at her, she did not feel flustered at all, and still rattled her chair solemnly, as if it was a waste of time. It took a few minutes to sit down.

One day in English class, the English teacher laughed so much that he took off his glasses and wiped his eyes:

"Next time, don't answer 'black ears', just answer ' Come on!"

The whole class was laughing and mopping the floor loudly.

In the English class the next day, when Wang Yaming was called again, we heard again "Black-eared-black-eared."

"Have you ever learned English before? "The English teacher moved his glasses.

"Isn't it the British language? I have learned it. It was taught by a pockmarked gentleman...The pencil is called 'spinner' and the pen is called 'pen'. But I have never learned the word 'black ear'. '."

"Here means 'here', you read: here!" "Xi'er, Xi'er" she read "Xi'er" again. Such a strange pronunciation made the whole class tremble with laughter. But Wang Yaming herself sat down peacefully, and her green hands began to turn the pages. And she read in a low voice:

"Hua Ti... thief... Ah'er..."

In math class, she read calculations just like reading articles.

“2x+y=…… Produced in silver...Yunnan...well, marble in Yunnan."

She hid in the toilet and read at night, and when it was dawn, she sat on the stairs. As long as there is a little light, I often meet her. One morning when it was snowing heavily, there were white velvet-like tassels hanging on the branches outside the window. On the other side of the dormitory, at the end of the long corridor, someone seemed to be sleeping on the windowsill.

"Who is there? It's so cold here!" My leather shoes slapped the floor, making a hollow buzzing sound. Because it was Sunday morning, the whole school appeared in a unique tranquility. Some students are dressing up; some students are still sleeping on the bed.

Before I reached her side, I saw the pages of the book spread out on my lap being turned by the wind.

"Who is this? You still work like this on Sunday!" Just as he was about to wake her up, he suddenly saw the cyan hand.

"Wang Yaming, eh... wake up..." I hadn't directly greeted her by name, so I felt awkward and blunt.

"Drink...I'm asleep!" She always started to smile dully whenever she spoke.

"Huati...thief, right...love..." She hadn't found the words in the book yet and started reading.

"Wati... Damn it, this British language is really difficult... It's not like our Chinese characters: what words come next to what words, what prefix... This one: twists and turns, like a worm crawling in the brain The more I climb, the more confused I get. The more I climb, the less I can remember. Mr. English said it’s not difficult, and I think it’s not difficult for you either. My father is not as flexible as you. , He said that when he was young, he only remembered the word "王", and it took him half a meal to remember it. "Right... love... right... A'er..." After saying a sentence, at the end Irrelevantly, she started reading a few words again.

The windmill rattled on the wall, small snowflakes flew in from the ventilation window from time to time, and some water droplets formed on the windowsill.

Her eyes were completely covered with red threads; greed, control, and the cyan hands were striving for the desire that she could not satisfy.

I have seen her in corners, in places with only a little light, as if a mouse was chewing on something.

When her father came to see her for the first time, he said she was fat:

“Damn, I’m getting fat. The food here is better than what I eat at home, right? ? Work hard! After working for three years, you will finally understand the principles of human relations." Within a week, everyone imitated Wang Yaming's father. The second time her father came to visit her, she asked her father for a pair of gloves.

"Just pay me this to you! Book, study hard, don't you need a pair of gloves? Wait a minute, don't be busy... If you want to wear them, wear this pair first, it's spring! I You don’t go out very often, Akiko, let’s buy it next winter, right? Akiko!” He shouted at the door of the reception room, surrounded by classmates, so he called Akiko Akiko again and said some more. Things:

"The third sister went to visit the second aunt's house for two or three days! The little fat pig added two more handfuls of beans every day. He was so fat that you couldn't see it, and his ears were stretched. ,...my sister came home and pickled two jars of salted onions..."

While he was sweating while talking, the female principal stood in front of the crowd and said:

"Please Go sit in the reception room - "

"No, no, I can't waste time. I have to catch the train... rush back. There are a group of children at home who can't let go. ..." He put his leather hat on his hand and nodded to the principal. With steam coming from his head, he opened the door and went out. It seemed as if the principal was chasing him away, but then he turned back and took off his gloves.

"Dad, please wear them. It's useless for me to wear gloves."

Her father also has cyan hands, which are larger and darker than Wang Yaming's hands.

In the newspaper reading room, Wang Yaming asked me:

"You said, really? Do you need money to sit down and talk in the reception room?"

< p>"Where do you want money! What money do you want!"

"Speak softly so that they can hear, and they are talking about jokes again." She pointed at the newspaper I was reading with her palm, " My father told me that there were teapots and teacups in the reception room. If I went in, the school janitor would probably pour me tea, and it would cost me money. I said no, but he didn’t believe me. You can get some money for drinking a bowl of water, not to mention the school? How big a place you think the school is!"

The principal has said to her several times:

"You Can't you wash your hands well? Wash them well and scald them with hot water. During morning exercises, the hundreds of arms standing up on the playground are all white. It's you, so special! It's really special." The headmistress touched Wang Yaming's cyan hand with her anemic and fossil-like transparent fingers. It looked like she was afraid, as if she was slightly holding back her breath, as if she was being asked to touch the black hand. Birds are similar. "It has faded a lot, and you can see the skin on the palms of your hands. It is much stronger than when you came here. At that time, it was simply an iron hand... Can you keep up with your homework? Work harder, and you won't need to do morning exercises in the future. Come on, the school wall is very low, and there are many foreigners walking in the spring. They often stop outside the wall to watch. Wait until the color of your hands fades before you do morning exercises!" the principal told her, stopping her morning exercises.

"I have already asked my father for gloves. Won't it make it invisible when I put them on?" She opened the book box and took out her father's gloves.

The principal laughed so hard that he coughed, and his anemic face immediately turned red: "No need! Since it is not neat, the gloves are also not neat."

Rockery The snow above melted, and the school janitor seemed to ring the bell louder. The poplar trees in front of the window were sprouting buds, as if they were smoking, being evaporated by the sun. During the morning exercises, the commander's flute sounded far away, echoing with the people in the trees outside the window.

We were running and jumping, noisy like a flock of birds. The sugary air envelops us, and the wind blowing down from the treetops mixes with the fragrance of buds. The soul shackled by winter is stretched out like cotton.

Just as the morning exercises had just ended, I suddenly heard someone calling someone from the window upstairs, and the voice seemed to be carried by the air and echoed to the sky:

"What a warm sun. ! Are you hot? You..." Behind the budding poplar tree, stood Wang Yaming.

When the poplar trees had grown green leaves and formed shadows all over the courtyard, Wang Yaming gradually became shrunken, the edges of her eyes were green, and her ears seemed a little thinner. As for her His shoulders no longer looked wild and strong at all. When she accidentally appeared under the shade of a tree, her sagging breasts immediately reminded me of someone suffering from consumption.

"The principal said I can't keep up with my homework, but I can't keep up. If I can't keep up by the end of the year, drink it! Will I really repeat the grade?" Although her speech was still the same as before. "Drink", but her hands began to shrink, her left hand was behind her back, and her right hand had a small hill protruding under the skirt of her clothes.

We have never seen her cry. On the day when the strong wind uprooted the poplar trees outside the window, she turned her back to the classroom and to us. She cried to the strong wind outside the window. Those who visited What happened after the person left, she held her tears with the youth that had begun to fade away.

"You're still crying! Why are you still crying? Don't hide away from the people who came to visit. See for yourself, who is as special as you! If you don't say anything about the two blue hands, look at you. This top is about to turn gray! Everyone else is wearing blue tops, so how can you be so special? The colors of clothes that are too old are not neat... You can't ruin the uniform's regularity just because of you..." She While her lips were touching, she used her pale fingers to tear off Wang Yaming's collar: "I asked you to go downstairs and come back up after the visitors have left. Who told you to just stand in the aisle? In the aisle, what do you want? Thinking: Can't they see you? You are wearing such a big pair of gloves..."

Speaking of "gloves", the principal's black patent leather shoes have shiny toes. Go and kick one that has fallen to the floor:

"Do you think it's fine if you put on gloves and stand here? What kind of thing is this?" She said on the gloves again After stepping on it, she saw the gloves that were as big as the coachman's, and couldn't help laughing.

Wang Yaming cried this time, as if the wind had stopped, but she hadn't stopped yet.

After the summer vacation, she came again. The end of summer was almost as cool as autumn, and the sun before dusk stained the road and turned the paving stones vermilion. We gathered in groups under the mountainside tree in the school gate and ate mountainside. At this time, the carriage in which Wang Yaming was sitting came rushing from the "Lama Terrace". As soon as the carriage stopped, complete silence fell. Her father carried the luggage, and she carried the basin and some odds and ends. When she came up the steps, we didn't immediately move out of the way for her. Some of us said, "Here we come!" "You're here!" and some opened our mouths completely towards her.

When her father's white towel hanging on his belt trembled as he walked up the steps, someone said:

"What! After living at home for a summer, her Are the hands black again? Aren’t they the same as iron?”

After the autumn, on the day when the dormitory was moved, I really noticed the iron hands: I seemed to have fallen asleep, but I could hear it. The neighbor next door was shouting:

"I don't want her, I won't sleep with her..."

"I won't sleep with her either."

I listened carefully for a while, but I couldn't hear anything clearly. I only heard humming laughter and a bunch of noise. At night I accidentally got up and went to the corridor to drink water. There was a person sleeping on the bench, and I recognized him immediately. It was Wang Yaming. Two black hands covered her face, half of the quilt fell off on the floor, and half hung on her feet. I thought she must be reading at night by the light of the corridor, but there were no books next to her, and her baggage and some odds and ends were surrounding her on the floor.

On the night of the second day, the principal walked in front of Wang Yaming, snorting as she walked. She was wearing a bed, and she used her thin hands to push the rows of white sheets:

"Here, there are seven beds in a row, and only eight people can sleep there. There are still nine people sleeping in six beds!" She turned over the quilt, spread it out a little, and asked Wang Yaming to put the quilt away. Caught in this place.

Wang Yaming’s quilt was unfolded, and for the sake of happiness, she was making the bed while seeming to be whistling in her mouth. I have never heard this before. In the girls’ school, no one Blow the whistle with your mouth.

She had already made the bed. She sat on the bed with her mouth open and her chin slightly raised forward, as if peace and comfort were suppressing her. The principal has gone downstairs, or has left the dormitory and gone home. However, the old lady, the dormitory master, her shoes were scraping on the floor, her hair had completely lost its luster, she was running around:

"I said, this is not good... I don't care about hygiene, and there are bacteria on my body." Who wouldn't want to avoid her?" She took a few steps toward the corner, and I saw her white eyes looking at me: "Look at this quilt! It smells like two feet away... It's funny to sleep next to her! Who knows... won't insects crawl all over me? Go and see how black the cotton is!" < /p>

The dormitory director often talks about her own affairs. When her husband was studying in Japan, she was also studying in Japan. The classmates asked her:

"What are you studying?"

"You don't need to study anything! Speaking Japanese and seeing Japanese customs in Japan, isn't this also studying abroad?" She always talks about "unhygienic, funny or not...dirty". She calls lice especially insects.

“People’s hands are dirty when they are dirty.” Her shoulders were very broad, and when she said dirty words, she raised her shoulders deliberately. She ran out as if a cold wind suddenly hit her. .

"Such a student, I think the principal is really... really superfluous..." After ringing the lights-out bell, the dormitory supervisor was still talking to some other students in the corridor.

On the night of the third day, Wang Yaming was carrying his baggage and rolling up his luggage again, and in front of him was the white-faced principal again.

"We don't want it, we have enough people!"

Before the principal's nails even touched the edge of their quilts, they started shouting and changed the row of beds. He also shouted:

"We have enough people! There are more! Six beds, nine people, can we add more?"

"One, two, Three or four..." The principal began to calculate: "It's not enough, we can add one more, four beds, there should be six people, you only have five... Come! Wang Yaming!"

"No, that's for staying. It's for my sister, she will come tomorrow..." The classmate ran over and held down the quilt with his hands.

Finally, the principal took her to another dormitory.

"Her lice, I don't touch her..."

"I don't touch her either..."

"Wang Yaming's quilt is not covered with She sleeps with cotton close to her body. If you don’t believe it, look at it, principal!”

Then they joked about it, saying that they were afraid of Wang Yaming’s evil hands and did not dare to approach her.

From now on, the black-handed man slept on the bench in the corridor. When I got up early, I met her rolling up her luggage and carrying it downstairs. I sometimes met her in the underground storage room, of course it was night, so when she was talking to me, I always looked at the shadow on the wall, her hand scratching her hair, and the shadow on the wall was also related to her hair. Same color.

"I'm used to it, sleeping on a chair is the same, even on the floor. The place to sleep is sleeping, no matter what! Studying is important... My English, I don't know, during the exam, Mr. Ma How many points can you give me? If I don’t get sixty points, will I have to repeat the grade at the end of the year?”

“It doesn’t matter, I can’t repeat a grade.”

"Daddy said so! It will take me three years to graduate. Even if it takes another half a year, he won't be able to pay for my tuition... My tongue really can't bend this British language. Drink..."

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Everyone in the dormitory is tired of her, even though she lives in the corridor. Because she was always coughing at night... At the same time in the dormitory, she started to dye her socks and tops with paint.

“When clothes are old, they are almost as good as new if they are dyed. For example, if you dye a summer uniform gray, you can wear it as an autumn uniform...For example, if you buy white socks and dye them black, all of these are Okay..."

"Why don't you buy black socks?" I asked her.

“Black socks, they use a machine to dye them, there is too much alum... they are not strong and will be torn as soon as you wear them... It is better to dye them at home... a pair of socks costs a few cents... they are torn. Is it okay if it’s broken?”

On Saturday night, the students cooked chicken in a small iron pot. Almost always like this every Saturday, they have to cook something to eat.

I also saw the chicken cooked in the small iron pot, which was black, and I thought it was poisoned. The classmate holding the chicken almost dropped his glasses with a roar:

"Who did this good thing! Who? Who is this?"

Wang Yaming turned his face towards them. In the kitchen, she was crowded with others, drinking from her mouth:

"It's me. I didn't know anyone else was using this pot. I used it to boil two pairs of socks...Drink...I'll go... ..."

"What are you going to do? You go to..."

"I'm going to wash it!"

"The pot with stained socks can still be boiled. Eat the chicken! Do you want it?" The iron pot danced and roared on the floor in front of everyone, and the classmate wearing glasses threw the black chicken on the ground as hard as a stone.

When people dispersed, Wang Yaming picked up the chickens on the floor and talked to himself:

"Hey! I dyed two new pairs of socks, and the iron pot No! Why do new socks smell? ”

In winter, on a snowy night, when I walked from school to the dormitory, the small streets I passed were completely occupied by snowflakes. We rush forward, flutter, and if we encounter strong winds, we spin in the wind and snow, walk backwards, or walk sideways. Early in the morning, we had to start from the dormitory as usual. In December, everyone's feet were frozen to the ground, even if they were running. So we cursed and resented, and some students were even cursing, calling the principal a "bastard", saying that the dormitory should not be so far away from the school, and students should not be allowed to leave the dormitory before dawn.

Some days, I met Wang Yaming alone on the road. The sky in the distance and the snow in the distance are shining, and the moon makes her and I move forward in shadows. There were no pedestrians in the streets or side streets. The wind blew the branches on the roadside, and from time to time I heard the glass windows on the roadside groaning as the snow swept away them. The sounds of my conversation with her were hardened by the sub-zero temperature. When our lips feel as stiff as our legs, we always stop talking and just listen to the sound of the snow being trampled under our feet.

While pressing the doorbell with his hand, his legs seemed to be about to come off on their own, and his knees were always moving forward as if he was about to kneel down.

I can’t remember one morning when I walked out of the dormitory with a novel I hadn’t read yet under my arm. I turned around and tightened the fence door. But there was always some fear in my heart. The more I looked at the blurry house in the distance and the more I heard the wind and snow blowing behind me, the more I became afraid. The starlight is so tiny, the moon may have fallen, or it may be obscured by gray and earth-colored clouds.

After walking ten feet, it feels like I have gained another foot. I hope that a passerby will appear, but I am afraid of that passerby, because on a moonless night, I can only hear sounds. No one can be seen, and when one sees the figure, it seems to suddenly grow from the ground.

I stepped onto the stone steps in front of the school, my heart still heating up, and my hand that was ringing the bell seemed to have lost its strength. Suddenly another person walked up the stone steps:

"Who? Who?"

"Me! It's me."

"You are walking right beside me Behind me?" Because I didn't hear any other footsteps along the way, which made me even more scared.

"No, I didn't walk behind you. I've been here for a long time. The school janitor didn't open the door. I didn't know how long it took me to say hello."

"Have you never rang the bell?"

"Ringing the bell was of no use. Drink, the school janitor turned on the light, came to the door, and looked out through the glass... But in the end he didn't "Open."

The light inside turned on, and he opened the door with a cursing voice:

"The door is called in the middle of the night... It's not the same as memorizing the exam. "

"What are you doing?" Before I could say this, the school guard changed his attitude:

"Mr. Xiao, please call the door. "Has it been a long time?"

Wang Yaming and I walked into the basement. She was coughing, and her face was so pale that she shivered for a while. The tears blown by the wind were still on her face, so she opened the textbook.

"Why didn't the school guard open the door for you?" I asked.

"Who knows? He said it was too early and asked me to go back. Later he said it was the principal's order.

”

“How long have you been waiting?” ”

“It doesn’t take much time, just wait a while, just wait a while, it’s like a meal.” Drink..."

The way she was reading was completely different from when she first arrived. Her throat seemed to be gradually narrowing as she was just mumbling, and the shaking shoulders on both sides also tightened and tightened significantly. Intolerant, my back was already arched, but my chest was flat.

I read the novel in a low voice, for fear of disturbing her; but this was the first time, and I didn’t know why. Is this the first time?

She asked me what novel I was reading and whether I had read "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". Sometimes she would take it in her hand and look at it, or flip through the pages. clever! I didn’t even look at my homework, and I wasn’t afraid at all when it came time for the exam. I just couldn’t do it. I wanted to take a break and read other books...but that didn’t work..."

One Sunday, the dormitory was empty, so I read "The Slaughterhouse" aloud. "It was the part where the female worker Maria fainted on the snow. I read it while looking at the snow outside the window, and I felt very moved. I had no idea that Wang Yaming was standing behind me.

"If you have any books you have read, please lend me one. It's snowing and it's really boring. I have no relatives here. I don't have anything to buy when I go out on the street, and I have to spend money on the car..."

"Has your father not visited you for a long time? "I thought she was homesick.

"How could she come! The train fare is more than two yuan for a round trip... Besides, there is no one at home..."

I put "The Slaughterhouse" in her hand because I had already read it.

She smiled, "drinking", she shook the edge of the bed twice, and she began to study the cover of the book. When she walked out, I heard her copying the book in the corridor. The first sentence at the beginning read very loudly.

After that, I couldn’t remember what day it was, or maybe it was a holiday. In short, the dormitory was empty until the moon had shone on the window. The dormitory was still in silence. I heard a rustling sound on the bedside, as if someone was groping on the bedside. I looked up and saw in the moonlight that it was Wang Yaming's black hand, borrowing my hand. The book for her was placed next to mine.

I asked her: "Is it interesting to read?" Okay? "

At first, she didn't answer me. Then she covered her face with her hands, and her hair seemed to be shaking. She said:

"Okay. "

I heard her voice seeming to be shaking, so I sat up. But she ran away, putting her hands that were the same color as her hair across her face.

< p>The corridor was empty, and I looked at the pattern of the floor sunk in the moonlight.

“Mary, it looks like there is this person. She fell on the snow. I don’t think she is dead. Bar! She won't die...The doctor knows that she has no money, so he won't treat her...Drink! "She laughed in a high voice, shaking her tears before rolling down her eyes: "I also went to see a doctor. When my mother was sick, did you see the doctor coming? He first asked me for the money for the carriage. I said the money was at home, so come by car first! If a person is dying... do you see him coming? He stood in the center of the courtyard and asked me: ‘What does your family do? Does your home have a dye vat room? 'For some reason, as soon as I told him that he opened the 'dye vat room', he opened the door and went into the house... I waited for him, but he didn't come out, so I knocked on the door again, and he said inside the door: 'You can't go and see it. This disease, you go back! 'I'm back..." She wiped her eyes again before continuing, "From then on I took care of my two younger brothers and two younger sisters. Dad dyed them black and blue, and my sister dyed them red... The year my sister got engaged, last winter, her mother-in-law came from the country to live in our house. As soon as she saw her, she said: 'Alas! That murderous hand! ’ From then on, Dad said that no one was allowed to dye only red, and one person only dyed blue. My hands are black, with a hint of purple if you look closely. The two sisters are also the same as me. ”

“Your sister doesn’t study? "

"No, I will teach them in the future, but I don't know if I am good at reading. If I am not good at reading, I will even feel sorry for my sister... dyeing a piece of cloth only costs 30 cents... it can be done in a month How many pieces of cloth are there for dyeing? Clothes cost ten cents each, regardless of size, and most of the ones sent for dyeing are large clothes... Take away the match money, take away the paint money... That's right! My tuition fees...give me all the money they spent on eating at home...How could I not study hard? How could I? ” She touched the book again.

I am still looking at the patterns on the floor, and I think her tears are much nobler than my sympathy.

Before the winter vacation, Wang Yaming was packing her suitcases and odds and ends one morning. Her luggage was already tied tightly and stood against the wall.

No one said goodbye to her, and no one said goodbye to her. We started from the dormitory and passed one by one on the bench where Wang Yaming slept at night. She smiled at each of us and seemed to be looking into the distance from the window. We made a heavy noise in the corridor. We went down the stairs and passed the courtyard. At the gate of the fence, Wang Yaming also arrived, panting and opening his mouth:

"My father is still here." If you don't come, it would be better to study a little more..." She spoke to everyone.

Every last hour made her sweat. In English class, she was busy writing down all the new words on the blackboard in a booklet. While reading, she even memorized the familiar words written by the teacher that were no longer necessary. In the geography class at the second o'clock, she tried her best to imitate the map drawn by the teacher on the blackboard. She also drew pictures on the pamphlet...as if all the thoughts that passed through her on this last day were important and must leave a trace.

At the end of get out of class, I read her booklet, and I remembered it completely wrong: some English letters were missing, and some she added an extra one... She was already in a panic.

At night, her father did not come to pick her up, so she spread out the quilt on the bench again. Only this time, she went to bed so early and slept more peacefully than usual. Her hair was close to the edge of the quilt, and her shoulders relaxed a little with her breathing. There were no books around her today.

In the morning, the sun stopped on the trembling branches covered with snow. When the birds just came out of the nest, her father came. Stopping at the top of the stairs, he put down the big felt boots he carried on his shoulders. He used the white towel around his neck to wipe away the ice on his beard:

"Did you fail the exam? You..." The ice melted into tiny droplets on the stairs.

"No, I haven't taken the exam yet. The principal told me that I don't need to take the exam. I won't pass..."

Her father stood at the top of the stairs, facing the wall. The white handkerchief hanging around her waist didn't move.

The luggage was dragged to the stairs. Wang Yaming went to carry the suitcase again. Holding the basin and some odds and ends, she returned the big gloves to her father.

"I don't want it, you can wear it!" Her father's felt boots made several mud circles on the floor as soon as they moved.

Because it was morning, there were very few students who came to watch. Wang Yaming put on his gloves while laughing slightly.

"Put on your felt boots! If you don't read well, don't freeze your feet again." Her father untied the leather strips connecting the two boots.

The boots covered her knees. Like a carriage driver, her head was also wrapped in white velvet.

"Come again, take the book home and read it carefully. Drink... drink." I don't know who she is talking to. When she picked up the suitcase again, she asked her father:

"Is the carriage called outside the door?"

"Carriage, what carriage? Walking to the station Well...I'm carrying my luggage..."

Wang Yaming's felt boots flapped on the stairs. His father walked in front, his hands that changed color grabbing the corners of the luggage.

The shadow, stretched by the morning sun, jumped up to the wooden gate in front of people. Looking from the window, people seem to be as frivolous as shadows. We can only see them but not hear anything about them.

After exiting the wooden gate, they walked towards the distance, towards the direction of the fascinating rising sun.

The snow is like broken glass, and the farther away the sparkle becomes, the stronger it becomes. I kept seeing the snow in the distance that stung my eyes.