My alter ego
Due to the boss's endless overtime, I boarded the train back to Hangzhou on New Year's Eve. It is still early. I bought a newspaper and walked to the carriage. There was no one in the carriage, so I chose a window seat to sit down and read the newspaper.
I don't know which station I arrived at, but a farmer-like man came over, holding a little girl, carefully looking for the seat number with a ticket and identifying it clearly before they sat down. There are actually few people in the whole carriage, so you can sit wherever you want. You can see at a glance that they don't travel by car very often.
That man looks like a farmer in his 40 s and 50 s, with a sallow face and deep wrinkles, but his hands are not thick or big, and he has thin hands. The girl's face is gray and yellow, rustic and ugly, but her black eyes are like sparks in the ashes, flashing. They are sitting opposite me. After sitting down, the man bent down and gave a short smile, as if to say, "I'm sorry!" " "
This trip must be boring. There are no like-minded partners to play cards on the train. I will continue to read my newspaper. In the evening, the dining car delivered noodles once, which was sticky and had no appetite. I took out the Jiangnan sauce duck I bought before I got on the bus and asked for a bottle of beer, ready to make do with a New Year's Eve dinner. I invited the opposite person to have dinner together. The man waved his hand and said no,no. I saw the girl looking at the bread and swallowing. I handed a piece of bread, tore a big duck wing and said with a smile, "Eat, it's the New Year, you're welcome!" " "I took out some peanuts and chicken feet as snacks so that we could have a good drink.
I ate and asked, "Are you going home for the New Year?" "Well, no, the child has never been on a train. Take her by train. " "Oh!" I replied with disdain that there are such romantic farmers in China.
I didn't say much. The meal was finished quickly and the wine was drunk. The man cleaned up the broken bones on the table. The little girl suddenly asked me, "Uncle, have you ever seen snow?" "Yes, it is white. Some people say it's like sugar, others say it's like salt. " "Tell me, tell me."
At some point, I want to go to the bathroom Passing by the aisle next to the sink, I saw the man squatting on the ground crying with his head in his arms. I heard a cry of frustration.
I heard the girl's story in the intermittent cries of men. My mother died when she was 4 years old. At the age of 9, she got leukemia. Now, it has been delayed for four years. The doctor said that this year may be her last Spring Festival. Dad asked her what she wanted, and she said she wanted to see the snow. Growing up in a remote mountainous area of Guangdong, she has never seen snow. The last article she read before she got sick was Winter in Jinan, and she kept imagining the real winter in her mind. She wants to climb the mountain in her hometown and see what it looks like when it snows there. Her penniless father went to see the snow by train with her on New Year's Eve. Take this bus and go back by car that night, and there is no extra money to stay in a hotel and eat in the car. Before they left, they listened to the weather forecast and said that there would be a heavy snow in Hangzhou tonight.
My heart was suddenly touched and there was a heat in my eyes. I can't imagine such a delicate heart under such a sallow face.
I went to my seat and patiently told the little girl all kinds of interesting things when it snowed. At the station, Hangzhou is very cold and windy, but there is no snow.
I gave him 300 yuan and he didn't want it. I left them a pile of food. I sent them to the CMB in Xin 'anjiang, Hangzhou, and shook their hands desperately beside the car.
Going back to my hometown is most afraid of snowy days. I hope it will snow as soon as possible today. The more snow, the better.
A day without snow. It didn't snow all night
On the third night, the family sat around the fire and ate hot pot. I'm still thinking about the father and daughter. I wonder where they are now. Can they eat delicious food like me?
I suddenly said, "It's snowing."
The family was stunned: "How do you know it's snowing?" I didn't make any noise. I went straight to the window and opened the curtains-
Snow falls gently like tiny raindrops, thin and light, and those sounds are like the tiny sounds made when extremely thin glass breaks. Gradually, it turned into a large snowflake and immediately covered the earth with a quilt. Under the quilt, there are kind and suffering souls sleeping, and those snowflakes float down, as if afraid to wake them up.
PS: As for the answer given by Sun Tzu earlier, I can only say that the article is enjoyable. There is wonderful music in the air, but I don't appreciate its ears. What's the use of beautiful music?
I didn't want to answer, but when I saw a grandson's answer, my anger came up.