What are the interesting things for the northeast people in winter?

In the northeast of winter, there is only one word-cold! Outside at MINUS 30 degrees, there is ice everywhere, and there are several treasures in the northeast-frozen fruits (frozen pears, frozen persimmons, frozen hawthorn), frozen tofu, frozen bean bags, and iron railings.

Northeasters who have never licked iron railings are not enough to talk about childhood.

In winter, my mother wrapped me in a bear, with three layers inside and four layers outside, a hat, gloves and scarf, all of which are indispensable. When I go out to play with Xiong Haizi during the holiday, my mother will solemnly tell me to be careful not to fall and lick the iron bars.

So, on a cold morning, Xiong Haizi, who was traveling with a group of people, stood by a row of smooth iron railings and licked his tongue. Ten thousandths of a second later, I felt the cold of the iron railing, and then I found out, damn it! The tongue is stuck! I can't move! Xiong Haizi, a colleague, was blindsided. After half a second, he reacted. Wait, I'll find your parents! Five minutes later, my mother came from afar with a thermos bottle like a savior. Seeing me wriggling against the railing, drooling and laughing uncontrollably, the image of the savior collapsed. At that time, my heart collapsed and I dared not cry. Facing the northwest wind, tears kept flowing downwards. Then, my mother stepped forward and poured a bottle of hot water on my tongue. Finally got rid of my brother's reluctance. I looked wronged and went home with my mother. She coaxed me all the way, don't cry, don't cry, and told you not to lick. Then why don't you tell me why I can't lick it? She ignores me.

In the evening, my mother cooked braised pork to make up for my broken little heart. After many days, my mother came back and said that the child next door was stuck licking the iron railing, and was dragged down abruptly, losing a layer of skin and bleeding a lot, and could not eat for half a month.

I silently grilled rice, remembering that I told him the day before yesterday that iron bars were as sweet as lollipops. Years later, talking about it, my mother still couldn't stop laughing. I asked my mother, did you lick it when you were a child? Licked it. Your grandmother refused to lick it and didn't say why. Your uncle and I were curious, and then we stuck together. Poof, hahahaha, it turns out that our childhood is the same.