In fact, deep down, I miss winter very much, and I miss the cold of winter.
In my memory, the winter when I was a child was much colder than the winter now. It is often the thick snow that fills the vertical and horizontal ravines outside the village. If you stand in front of the village in Shan Lan, from a distance, except for the houses in the village and the bamboo forest behind the village, the whole world is white, and heaven and earth are connected together, so you can't see where the road is and where the ditch is. We children like running in this snow best. The earth before us is flat and white. Even if one of us accidentally fell into a deep ditch and slope covered with snow, he still rolled around with a smile and continued to run, not injured or discouraged, until he was exhausted. Whether the north wind is whistling or the snow is flying, we just like to play in this pure white world.
At that time, I was always surprised that many trees around the village were deprived of their green leaves by the cold in winter, and the tall bamboo was not only that, but felt that the green on the bamboo leaves was greener, as if it would slowly drip with the melting of ice and snow. A cold wind blew, and the bamboo forest swayed briskly, scattering ice and snow on the leaves at the foot, melting in the soil at the foot, and then welcoming the snowflakes floating in the distance and sprinkling them at the foot again. This cycle goes on and on, without a moment's slack.
The cold winter didn't make me feel so terrible. Instead, I miss the days when I was shivering with cold.
Especially in the cold snow area, every time I feel uncomfortable because of the cold, what I want most is the peace and warmth of my home. Especially when I get home and see my mother busy on the stove, I will not hesitate to sit in front of the stove, listen to my mother's scolding and enjoy the heat brought by the burning flame. Until today, I can't express my deep happiness and satisfaction in words.
Only by truly recognizing the cold outside can we deeply appreciate the warmth of home.
The whole winter is not always cold and windy, but also when the sun shines high and it is warm as spring. Every sunny afternoon, the sun shines on the beautiful snow scene, and most people in the village will gather in a place where they are sheltered from the wind and basking in the sun, twittering stories that have been repeated countless times without knowing whether they are true or false. Everyone is a speaker and everyone is an audience. Some people laugh, some people scold, some people ask, some people answer, and some people squint and enjoy the sunshine in obscurity ... The days in the middle of winter are not very short, so the time to enjoy the sunshine is even shorter. There was no temperature in the gathering place, so everyone went home. Mother always likes to take out the quilt at home to dry in sunny winter, and then beat it with a bamboo stick. The fabric of that quilt is very old-fashioned cotton cloth, both inside and outside, and it feels rough. It looks almost black with white flowers printed on it. No matter how cold the winter night is, once I get into bed naked, I can always feel the unusual leisure and comfort. Bury your head deeply, and you can smell the warm winter sun.
Mother is gone, and the once earthen stove is gone; The quilt in my memory has long forgotten when it was abandoned by myself. It's the bamboo forest behind the village, but it's getting more and more lush. In its world, there seems to be no winter at all. No cold.
Winter has come this year, but my expectation for the cold is far less than before. I tried to ask myself, since I don't expect cold, do I still care about warmth? If we lack the necessary cold and warm perception, I can't tell whether there are no seasons in the world or I am so numb that I have lost the ability to perceive cold and warm.
I miss winter, that is, I miss the cold in winter. Just as pain proves to be alive, tears prove to care. Only enough cold can stimulate the pursuit of warmth.