A fire in winter
In winter, thunder rumbles.
Frost and snow hasten the season.
The cold wind is bleak and the flowers are withered.
Rub your hands, stamp your feet, and lift your collar.
Music accompanies me.
The keyboard rhythm lies outdoors.
There is no need to stop ringing expectations and forging plans.
Roar in protest at the cold of winter.
Hearts with the same heartbeat are connected ―― no clue will be lost on like-minded people.
Mimi, sunshine warms the heart.
Winter is the season after harvest.
Winter is a process of planning life.
Fishing alone in the cold snow
Know the information exchange between east, west, north and south
Quiet in the night sky
Everyone adds materials, and the flames are lingering.
The warm sun in winter depicts extraordinary time and space.
You are a fire in my winter.
The blazing flame warms people's hearts and boils.
A fiery dream
Look forward to a bumper harvest and a bright future
Two:
A fire in winter
Many years later, one night. I was bored and poked on the deck. Looking at the high starry sky and the city lights jumping in the water, my heart brightened. I know, the night sky on February 2 is coming again.
On the night of the second day of the second lunar month. The ancient blood suddenly woke up in the depths of our bodies on this night. Then it expands and surges.
Surging and screaming. Yelling, jumping up and down. Courage grows at that moment. There is no additional explanation. No discipline. All by the initial inspiration. Conscious ritual inheritance.
It was a winter night. Cold stars are rare. We stood in awe in the wilderness swept by the wind, all by intuition, which was a mysterious ceremony. Let's dance the torch like a long snake and run and kill on the frozen land. A complete child. Completely naive and pious. We are singing a folk song: "On February 2nd, the dragon looks up ..." We have an ulterior passion and enthusiastic curiosity in our hearts.
Holy game. Time and time again, we experience, we define.
A few days of preparation. Including emotional brewing. A restless and uneasy concern about the suppressed wings. That year, I was 10 years old, and I was willing to follow my eldest child, Xiao Liang. Search and collect dry wood, straw, reed and diesel oil everywhere to light the fire. Adults will never allow us to be hot at ordinary times. On the night of February 2, they chose acquiescence and avoidance. Perhaps it touched their long-buried memories and ancient passions buried for many years, and they even restrained their consistent majesty and joined the team that tied the torch. Show off your tricks and childhood like an urchin.
The bonfire rose. Dozens of extremely excited faces are reflected in red. In the distance, we saw the fire in the neighboring village. Here they come.
On the empty land, two teams of firepower confronted each other under the starry sky. The older children divided us into several groups. Each group has a torch. And explained the related matters. Wait a minute. Silence. A crackling burning flame. Blood. Fight. Imagine that. Charge.
How many sacred words. How many times I choked on my childhood.
A quick whistle sounded from a small bright throat. The other party responded. Go ahead. Wave the torch. Raise the long torch made by ourselves. The speed of the leopard. Shout loudly. Fall down. Get up. Countless times, who waved his arm. Who pulled the trigger of tears ... the torch met. The flame splashed in the fierce tear. How many meteors are flying in the air. Fireworks from my childhood. My meteor shower.
The opponent's torch went out. Our flames screamed in the night sky. Join the cheering crowd. Put down your torch and let's warm this cold night together. That winter, a mixed-race singer named ChristianRandPhillips sang a sensational "A Fire in Winter". So as to pull the crazy trigger of that era. After that, the rock Cui Jian's "Nothing" also landed in our poor vision. People in an era are crazy. The initial madness and throbbing. Waited for years. Jump. Dance. Shout. Inexplicable excitement and wildness. We have nothing, but at least we have this cold bonfire night. We don't know everything, but at least we have learned and understood our feelings. If you feel it, it will expand, burst and flow everywhere. Around the bonfire, we shouted, "You are like that fire, and the flames of the stars illuminate me ..."
That's great. That era. In the lonely and cold night, the heartbreaking songs light up the hearts of many rural youths who are hungry at night. My childhood songs.
The night sky on February 2 burned and spread like fire. Young people go out of their homes, join the group and walk on the road in the countryside. The north wind rattled their trousers. But they still don't forget to shout. The long song in the night sky makes the girls' hearts beat: "But you always laugh at me for having nothing, will you come with me ..."
It was an era of poverty, and it was also an era that broke out at any time. They really have nothing, but have accumulated too much enthusiasm.
Nowhere to vent. In the night sky, they start from scratch again and again, waiting for girls and opportunities to be favored at the same time.
At that time, I followed their ass all day. Wild children. I don't know what it is, just love. After many years, I vaguely understand that I love the smell of passion in them too much.
This is the era when TV sets are popular. Children's nights are endless cartoons and piles of homework. The children were isolated. Closed in every family. Losing a partner. Born alone. The night sky on February 2nd became an ancient legend. Mysterious country songs have also become a lullaby for this generation of mothers. In winter, except for the whistling wind, the empty land is thin and quiet.
Shouts and flames have disappeared for thousands of years. I really don't know if this is lucky or sad.