Original text:
It’s snowing in my world
Chi Zijian
①The reason why I like to return to my hometown is because in Here, my eyes, mind and feet have an ideal place to stroll.
②I usually choose to go for a walk at dusk. When going there, go from north to south, either along the embankment or along the river bank. If you walk on the embankment, you will meet an old man driving his sheep home. The sheep walked along the gentle slope of the embankment and gnawed the grass, still reluctant to return to the pen. I often see an old woman coming back from herding ducks. Her flock of black ducks was led by two large white geese.
The big white goose held its neck high and walked proudly at the front, while the numerous black ducks followed behind with low eyebrows. I prefer walking along the river bank to the embankment. I like the diffuse sunset in the river. The most beautiful place to stop for sunset is on the river. The sunset in the water is more brilliant than the sunset itself.
③When I was tired from writing in the study, I just had to look up and the mountains came into view. It is said that green mountains are pleasing to the eye, but in fact, white mountains covered with winter snow are also pleasing to the eye. Of course, you can also enjoy watching the flying clouds from the window. What looked like a thick cloud of leaden gray just now split into several boat-shaped clouds as it floated, and the color became brighter and whiter.
④Whether it is winter or summer, if the moonlight is sultry, I will turn off the lights in the bedroom, open the curtains, and lie on the bed to admire the moon. The moonlight diffused into the room through the window lattice, illuminating the bed with a warm white light. Bathed in the moonlight, I had the wonderful feeling of walking in the clouds. During the Mid-Autumn Festival that just passed, I lay in bed and admired the moon.
The clouds were thick that day. During the day, some cold rain fell first. In the afternoon, the first light snow of early winter came quietly. Watching the snowflakes flying in the sky like butterflies, I thought the moon must be invisible at night. However, at about seven o'clock, the moon suddenly showed a few bright lights in the clouds in the east.
It’s past eight o’clock, the clouds are thinning, and the moon rolling back and forth in the clouds will reveal its true appearance in an instant. At around nine o'clock, the huge clouds flying from the southwest to the northeast crossed the Milky Way, and most of them disappeared, and the moon appeared in full.
At midnight, the clouds completely disappeared, and the bright moon reaching the zenith seemed to have fallen into a pool of lake water. The sky actually looked bluer than the clear sky during the day. Such a Mid-Autumn moon that has experienced wind, rain, frost and snow is really rare. After seeing such a moon, all my dreams that night were bright.
⑤ I still remember that day on the second day of the first lunar month in 2002, my wife and I were invited to have dinner at my brother’s house in the west of the city. Instead of taking a bus from the city, we went up the embankment and walked around the small town. Go on foot. It was snowing that day, and the weather when snow falls is usually warmer, as if the snowflakes were resisting the cold current with their weak bodies. There was not a single pedestrian on the embankment, only the two of us, holding hands, walking silently through the snow.
The mountains looked blurry in the snow, and the river under the embankment had also disappeared, covered by thick ice and snow. The willows and poplars on the river bank looked shadowy in the snow, and the sky and the earth looked so vast and so kind.
As I walked, I suddenly shed tears. I knew clearly that it was unlucky to shed tears during the New Year, but I couldn’t control myself. The unparalleled beauty gave rise to my sadness. Three months later, my lover left me. When I returned to my hometown that winter, I was the only one walking on the snow-covered embankment.
At that time, I suddenly understood why I shed tears that day, because heaven and earth were hinting to me that those beautiful emotions would leave you, and you would be surrounded by this eternal desolation forever!
⑥Fortunately, the green mountains and flowing water are still there, the river willows and green poplars are still there, and the bright moon is still there. My eyes and heart have a place to rest, and my pen also has the most emotional touch points. So I still like to walk at dusk, like to watch the sunset in the water, like to watch the fallen leaves in the wind, and like to watch the mountains in the snow.
I am not afraid of aging, because I hope that when my green hair turns into white hair, the moonlight will blend with my hair. Let the moonlight not be able to tell whether it is moonlight or white hair; let me not be able to tell whether the hair growing on my head is white hair or moonlight.
⑦A few nights ago, I had a dream about heavy snow. I came to a snowy place alone. There were houses everywhere, but not a single pedestrian could be seen on the road. Some are just snowflakes rolling in the air. The snowflakes slapped my face, so cool, so moist, so kind.
When I woke up from the dream, it was a dark night outside the window. I recalled that throughout the year, no matter what season, I would dream about snowflakes, even if there were birds singing and the fragrance of flowers outside the window. It seems that what surrounds me is destined to be a cool yet sad, romantic yet cold world. My heart moved, and I eagerly wanted to write a line of words on a white paper.
I reached out to turn on the bedside lamp but didn’t turn it on. I guess there must have been a power outage at night. Then I turned on my phone and used its weak light to grab a pen and write on a piece of typing paper. I wrote the sentence that best expressed my thoughts and emotions, and then went back to bed to continue my dream.
⑧That sentence is: It’s snowing in my world.
⑨Yes, it snows in my world...
Appreciation:
The first 4 paragraphs are relaxed and pleasant, and by the fifth paragraph it becomes From being sad and sad, it turns to calm and positive in paragraphs 6 and 7. The author suffered the blow of his lover's death and gained a deeper understanding of life and life and death, so he loved nature and life even more.
In paragraph 8, the snowy world is the sad, romantic and cold night in the author's dream, which reminds the author of the time spent with his lover, which is both kind, nourishing and sweet. happy memories.
In paragraph 9, the snowy world is a reflection of the author's life situation. Although he is getting older and the past happy times are slowly melting with the snowflakes, he still has to face life actively and calmly.
Contents
Memoirs of a simple life, muteness and spring, eyes of farm tools, skynets of insects, past events in mosquito smoke, people harvesting mountains, light and shadow, animals, neighbors fence, food in hometown, girls, coffins and bamboo boards, farmers’ bathrooms and thatched houses, open-air movies, potato harvesters at the foot of Wuhua Mountain
Lumberjack tunes, cooking smoke in the twilight, New Year pictures and Cricket, it’s snowing in my world, the good times are slipping away, the vegetable garden remains the same every year, the good times are slipping away, paying tribute to the fish, mourning butterflies, house chatter, the Wood Age, returning home after dark clouds, lantern festival, ice lanterns , the beauty of sadness, how long can a drop of water live
Tea oil noodles, home-cooked tofu, a paradise for fools, carpenters and painters, the distant mail train, people on horseback, celestial phenomena in the Chinese Arctic, scolding The waves in the sound, the salt in the north, the days that tear off the calendar, how time moves
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Introduction to the author
Chi Zijian, born Born in 1964, Han nationality, from Mohe, Heilongjiang. Graduated from Beijing Normal University in 1990. In 1984, he studied in the writers class of Northwest University and the postgraduate class of Beijing Normal University. He is currently a professional writer of the Heilongjiang Provincial Writers Association, with a first-level literary creation. Started publishing works in 1985. Joined the Chinese Writers Association in 1989.
Main works include: novels "Under the Tree", "Morning Bell Rings Through Dusk", "Puppet Manchukuo", "Right Bank of the Ergun River", novel collections "Arctic Village Fairy Tales", " "White Snow's Cemetery", "Traveling towards the White Night", "The Passing River", "Silver Na", "Friends Come to See the Snow" and collections of prose essays "The Beauty of Sadness", "Listen to the Flying Time", "Chi Zijian" "Selected Collection of Essays" etc.
"Niu Lan" won the 1995-1996 Lu Xun Literary Award and the 1993 Zhuang Chongwen Literary Award. The novel "Silver Na" won the second Red River Literary Award of "Everyone" magazine. The novel " "Morning Bell Rings Through Dusk" won the 1995 Northeastern Literature Award.
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