Hulin, a border town separated from the Russian Federation by water, the so-called spring that people suffering from the cold winter are waiting for is often a cold spring.
As the first snow of the New Year slowly falls, a * * * Zhu Shazhi pops up on Koharu's eyebrows. Aunties and aunts took pains to turn Koharu's head around and cooed that it was a good sign.
A thin snowflake flew into the world from the clouds and finally landed on Koharu's head. Cool, melting in her hair. Koharu sat on the threshold, looking at the snowflakes all over the sky, reaching out from time to time to touch the mole on his forehead-bulging, like a hill. It's depressing enough to have such a strange thing on your head for a while. Relatives love to call her New Year's picture doll, as if she were really a bun doll. But grandma said that she will be twelve this year, and she is already a big girl.
There are two dusty red lanterns hanging under the eaves, and the original colors are almost indistinguishable. A palm-wide piece of white linen was tied to it because Koharu's mother just lost it last year. The tassels decorated with lanterns, after years of baptism in windy days, have lost a circle and are teetering in the loose snow.
At first glance, Koharu's frontispiece looks like an old smoker who has been awake for a long time. The door was covered with firecrackers, like the ash he shook off. Koharu, wearing a Chinese New Year's red cotton-padded jacket, sat on the threshold, like a bunch of bright sparks in a smoker's mouth.
Spring is about to start, but there is no sign of warming in the tiger forest. Koharu was holding her nails, and her broken nails were flying around. -spring is chilly, and impatiens dyed nails can't bloom.
For Koharu, this winter is really too long-my mother's funeral lasted from the eighth day to the twentieth, during which many rules and taboos kept me so busy that my father who went out to work finally came back and would never leave again, because he broke his leg on the construction site ... There was a pain in the ass at home who didn't know when to stay. ...
I was thinking about the mole when someone pushed me behind me. Koharu cried and fell from the high threshold. His face was stuck in the snow, and a dog was chewing shit. There was gleeful laughter at the door, and I saw a little girl in a round dress running back to the house. The world is too big and too quiet. Only Koharu sat in the snow and shouted at the top of his voice, "Luo Lingxiu-I won't kill you!"
Lingxiu came the day her mother left. This seems to be a poor relative who is poorer than Koharu's family. She has agreed that her grandmother should be put into foster care. Koharu wanted to break his head, but he didn't understand that when the family was so difficult, grandma still kept the child. Forget it, don't treat her like a maid, spoil her more than your own granddaughter. What happened?
Facing a cold current, Koharu walked into the room-grandma was cooking the ballast, and the fire in the stove was not as big as Koharu's head-and directly opened the curtain, and the clever cub was on the kang. Koharu grabbed a broom on the edge of the kang, and with a wave of his hand, he chased Lingxiu from the kang to the kang. That kid is kicking a pair of Red Velvet tiger-headed shoes, running and screaming, having a good time.
Grandma heard the sound, and in a crowd of chickens flying and dogs jumping, she firmly grasped Lingxiu who threw herself into her arms, but only lowered her face and muttered, "What are you making a fuss about!" " Even if it is a muddy word, I still hold the little guy with a calm face.
Koharu sat on the cold edge of the kang, sulking. However, even if you are full of anger, you can't get into the stove, keep the kang warm, keep the slag sticky, or even keep the tiger forest warm.
The winter jasmine in the yard was half buried in the snow and showed signs of withering.
There were several sudden severe coughs in the next room. Koharu was too stiff to move, as if someone was staring at her. Until the scary cough gradually stopped, the room was silent again.
On the day my father left the construction site and sent him back to Tiger Forest in a small van with air leakage on all sides, I don't know what disease he contracted. Cough for more than a month, see the more cough, the thinner. At first, he was afraid of spending money and refused to stay in the hospital for one more day. Now he's going to the hospital, and he has no strength to take that leaky minivan. This long winter, my father coughed and coughed in bed, turning the red lantern in front of the door, Zhu Shazhi between Koharu's eyebrows and elegant tiger-headed shoes into memorable colors.
The invisible evocation coffin is indeed inserted on the roof. Run desperately in all directions where the wind leaves.
All winter, Koharu is looking forward to the early arrival of spring, and dad can get better soon. But at this moment, listening to dad's cough, it seems that something has caused a twisted explosion in her brain. Just like the lingering smoke after the explosion, an inexplicable fear haunts me all day-this uncertain spring is best never to come!
Thought of here, Koharu quickly closed his eyes, folded his hands, erased all the words of urging spring before, and prayed to all the immortals he had heard-bless, bless this spring and never come again!
An ordinary seasonal change, if combined with many complicated things in the world, is enough to be the cause of a child's distress. Then one day, Koharu worried that her prayers didn't work-the snow stopped and it turned out to be a sunny day. The long-frozen land in the tiger forest also gives birth to hazy spring from the cracks. Koharu has been busy washing clothes and bask in the quilt all day. Now, standing on the sunshine floor, he is paying attention to the sunshine that fills the whole world. He feels dizzy and the Jingming point under the mole is dull.
Only Lingxiu is really in high spirits, wearing a quilt cover and flying around between the clotheslines criss-crossing the yard. Seeing that she knocked off a mattress and continued to rush down the next one, Koharu raised his cane racket and shouted, "Luo Lingxiu-come and work for me!" So Lingxiu reluctantly made a shelf to collect clothes-reluctantly at first, but after holding a few clothes, the little bastard showed off his talents blindly. My face is buried, and I'm still saying I can handle it. Leave it to me! Finally, Koharu couldn't help laughing secretly when she looked at the round, holding a bunch of round clothes and swinging like a ball with feet.
Maybe this is the last time of childhood. As the days of beginning of spring draw near, Koharu often thinks so.
Then one day, Koharu boiled water to give medicine to his father. When I lifted the kettle, I burned my fingertips. The kettle fell from my hand and a piece of boiling water splashed on my feet. At that time, the pain was terrible. Koharu took a deep breath and just stood there. You still have the kettle, the curtains are well rolled, it's bright outside, and the cool wind keeps pouring into the house. I don't know how long I've been standing, but the pain on my feet has gradually eased. As soon as I let go, two equally hot tears unconsciously rolled down my eyes.
Pushed by the old man's big hand, we stumble to grow up-we always greet spring in this resigned way, and maybe for a certain period of time, we will feel powerless.
Hulin, Manchu "the place where Sha Ou gathers". Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . Koharu once thought that Tiger Forest should be lonely, but he didn't understand it until this winter. It must be that the people in Hulin are very lonely, so they give such a lonely name to the place where their ancestors lived.
The day before spring, there was a sandstorm in the tiger forest. Suddenly, the city was full of sand and stones. Only the winter jasmine in Koharu's yard straightened its back, which made it look particularly energetic. Small yellow flowers are graceful, and it seems that they are more suitable to grow beside the gurgling streams in the south of the Yangtze River than the depressed Koharu family-Koharu family seems to have been neglected for a long time, and a layer of sand has accumulated in the yard. Sometimes a lonely little whirlwind pushes the door open and rushes in, only to leave in anger. The two dusty red lanterns under the eaves are gone, and there is a pair of black and white couplets.
Shortly after my father left, probably a few days before the spring, Koharu's home became like this.
I saw a little girl wearing a red cotton-padded jacket and holding a broom coming out of the room. It's Koharu. She walked into the yard on the short and crumbling ridge and glanced at the winter jasmine with disdain. The flowers turned away shyly. Koharu looked around at the winter jasmine and thought about it, but it bloomed overnight! -hum, this kind of stingy and can't help freezing flowers also deserve to bloom in the tiger forest?
Koharu disdain to go away, along the ridge to sweep the aggradation in the yard. A few carrots were planted in the field, and the oily green Ye Er was eaten by insects. A row of impatiens planted under the corner is really gone. Yesterday, Koharu took a wooden knife and cut them dry and crisp as the last firewood this winter. Speaking of it, in addition to Koharu's parents, there are impatiens that have been lingering. -line soil swept into a pile, Koharu don't want to sweep into the pit of the winter jasmine, take the foot.
She stamped and jumped on the pit, so that the leaves of the winter jasmine fell in succession to protest her rude behavior. Koharu picked a flower branch, looked at it and sneered, "Do you really think spring is coming? I tell you, there will be a heavy snow tomorrow, so you should be afraid. You deserve to freeze to death! "
Flowers can't refute, just quietly lying in her hand. Koharu threw down his broom and sat on the filled pit. Holding the flowers, he said to himself, "Has there ever been spring in the tiger forest? -Never! Spring doesn't exist at all, in the tiger forest! "
Hot white fog, soaring to the distant horizon. The illusory hope disappeared silently in the first winter snow.
"You, you are so stupid!" Koharu said, and uncovered a piece of plastic cover in the head of the winter jasmine.
On that day, it snowed heavily in early spring. When the first snowflake fell slowly, Koharu's eyebrows itched badly. When I look in the mirror, the so-called Zhu Shazhi is much lighter in color, with a white spot sticking out from the top, which is quite painful to touch. Grandma said regretfully, "Alas, rouge records are good, but the copper money is too big, how can it become acne ..." The aunts took pains to pull Koharu's head around, and it was really strange to talk.
Koharu was sitting on the threshold, touching the newly grown zit, thinking about his heart, and suddenly gave her a push behind him. She immediately turned over and sat astride the threshold, clasping the doorframe with one hand and grasping the clever braid with the other. Lingxiu, well dressed, struggled in vain under her claws. Koharu smiled and gave her a push behind her head, and the boy ran back to the house.
After Dad left, grandma told Koharu that Lingxiu was not the adopted son of any relative, but her own sister. Koharu's choice of food, with a wink, is acquiescence. After all, it is best to call her name all day, and it is catchy.
Facing the wind wrapped in snow particles, Koharu paced into the room-grandma was boiling ballast water, and the fire in the stove was going out, and it wouldn't go out. Koharu squatted in front of the stove, threw a few dead branches in, and the flames seemed to dance happily-lifted the curtain, and the clever little bastard was on the kang, still looking at the snow on the windowsill. Koharu grabbed a broom from the edge of the kang and shouted, "Luo Lingxiu-come down from the window!" Clever twist a head to see her, jump from the kang to the kang tip, also cry about it, the opportunity to tease Koharu.
Grandma came with two carrots dug out of the ground. Beginning of spring wants to eat radish and spring this day.
Koharu still strode out of the house and sat on the threshold, carrying radish. The plastic cloth covering the winter jasmine can't hide the fragrance of flowers, and a fresh fragrance glides in the cool breeze, which makes people particularly refreshing.
Koharu put the radish in his mouth, took a big bite and let out a crunchy sound. Broken radish juice splashed, splashed-flying into the air, mixed with dust, snow particles, flowers, mixed with hopes that have been indifferent for thousands of years, filled the air in the tiger forest. The spring task of one phase and one meeting has been realized again.
Hope is a beauty made up by human heart, just like spring when the tiger forest does not exist.
Koharu was in a trance when her dream came true. As if I saw hope, I hid in the frozen underground of Tiger Forest all the year round. Will always exist in this place like us.
On the Muling River.
Senior one: Shen