Love songs in winter

This article is taken from Ge's prose collection Love in Winter.

A snow trip, drinking all the fun and routines, a fish fire drinking the snow to clear the ling alone, I entered the poem through the snow, a trip to a mountain temple, drunk with you in the snow all over the sky, drinking all the songs of first frost and winter love, and listening to it still singing.

The night outside the window is getting deeper and deeper, but the snow doesn't mean to stop. Snowflakes are dancing into poems, a little cold and picturesque. Look at the flying snow in the sky through the window, like a fairy falling from the sky. Snowflake is clear, and it is more like a small snowflake between heaven and earth. Why are we never a little snowflake in the snow-white world?

Qing Huan put down her eyebrow brush, adjusted her clothes, stood up from the makeup mirror and walked out of the window. Soon she was attracted by the beautiful winter snow outside the window, intoxicated by it, as if she had entered a beautiful and clean place. Her thoughts can't help but flush.

First life

The snow in winter seems to stay for a long time and keep falling on the ground. Winter came early in Cheng Nan this year. It began to snow soon after winter. Qing Huan woke up and the ground was covered with frost.

Shao Shi put on a slightly worn hemp fiber and came to the edge of the falling snow. The water surface of this river is not completely knotted. Shao Shi took out his fishing rod and began to fish in the river. He didn't bring anything else, just moved a big bluestone and sat by the lake, and began to wait while fishing.

His mood was stable, but he didn't wait for any fish for a while, so Shao Shi took it as a calm heart. It seems that "Jiang Taigong old people fish, and those who wish to take the bait" is still only suitable for a few anglers. Shao Shi's desire to fish has also weakened a little. At this time, not far away, a girl selling wine was drinking: "Children, have some wine to warm up. The wine is burnt and tastes really good. I brewed it myself. "

The wine girl shrank her neck, probably because it was cold in winter. "It's cold, son. Why are you out fishing?" The girl selling wine asked Shao Shi.

"That girl, why did you come out to sell wine in such a cold day?" Unexpectedly, she asked with a smile. The girl selling wine put down the burden of picking wine and rubbed her shoulders, probably because she was carrying such a heavy jar on her thin shoulders.

"It keeps snowing in winter, and the crops are not growing well. You walked a lot with such a heavy thing on your back, didn't you? " Shao Shi took off his hat and looked at the barmaid. His heart is very sympathetic to the wine girl. The girl selling wine opened the jar and scooped a few spoons of wine with the spoon she took out, complaining helplessly that it was really difficult to find a suitable buyer in such a special season. Besides, she lives on the other side of the mountain, and the land is vast and sparsely populated. The wine she brewed is not recognized by them and cannot be sold.

I like drinking water best. Come on, give me a spoonful and let me taste it. Shao Shi took a great interest in the wine of the wine girl. "Well, come and have a taste, son." The barmaid scooped a spoonful of wine for Shao Shi and poured it into the hip flask. Shao Shi sniffed and swallowed. Shao Shi immediately said, "I want to buy this wine." This is not to say that Shao Shi prefers drinking. He gave all the money in his pocket to the girl who sold wine, because he knew that the girl was his kind, and he was happy to help her with his own strength.

"Look, your fishing rod is moving!" The girl selling wine cried, and Shao Shi immediately raised the fishing rod and really caught a big fish from the lake. Shao Shi smiled, and he smiled happily with the girl. Shao Shi said she would invite the girl to eat grilled fish, but the girl just said she wouldn't eat or not, but Shao Shi didn't let the girl give up. In the end, the girl didn't forget the persistent Shao Shi.

Shao Shi made a fire by the river with flint, and roasted fish on the fire with branches until both sides were golden and delicious. Shao Shi divided the grilled fish in half, handed it to the girl and took out a clean hip flask. "Since it is so cold in winter, we will treat ourselves with grilled fish. Grilled fish tastes better with warm wine. Let's eat together. "

"You see, that meteor across the starry sky is really not as good as knowing where it will go." The wine girl looked at the meteor in the sky and said.

"I think it may lead to the future he wants." Shao Shi looked up at the meteor across the sky and whispered.

The lights are bright, the lights are everywhere, and the snow is falling in winter. This white world has ushered in a festive Lantern Festival, and pedestrians on the road are in an endless stream. Shao Shi has always had this happy atmosphere. He likes being a tourist, just enjoying the scenery quietly and enjoying himself. He looked at the snowy Lantern Festival.

When Shao Shi passed a hotel, he stopped and there was a girl selling wine in front of him. She said to the bartender, "Xiao Er, as usual, four glasses of wine and two dishes of side dishes." Xiao er listened to the busy reply and led the dining tables. Shao Shi happened to be thirsty, so he went to this hotel to make wine. "Xiao Er, give me a pot of your good wine and order some side dishes." "The childe, the table in the shop is not enough. Do you think you can have a table with the new girl? " Xiao Er said to Shao Shi. "Well, all right, all right." Shao went over to recite poems.

But after walking over, Shao Shi was shocked, and so was the girl, because they gave each other a feeling of being too familiar. Shao Shi somehow blurted out, "I, my name is Shao Shi." And the girl blurted out: "I, my name is Qinghuan."

When the girl recalls something, Shao Shi seems to be evoked with a long memory. At this moment, the snow outside the window seems to be a faint description of the color of the world. At this time, another meteor has quietly crossed the starry sky.

Notes on this topic: Ge's second essay Love in Winter.

Submission channel of this topic: Ge Zhengwen || Love topic in winter

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