evening light

Chapter 12 Winter

Autumn is over, the leaves of the sycamore trees on the side of the road have all fallen, and they are bare, leaving only some stiff branches dancing in the wind, like the stiff body of an old man, who can't dance a graceful and flexible movement. Struggling miserably in the wind.

The tree has already passed the life of this year in this year, birth, old age, sickness and death, over and over again.

Feng'er also walked around in a hurry, cheering and jumping like a child, and telling people a good news, people only realized that the cold was coming.

On the way back to Guo Hongjing, the strong wind pierced every inch of his body, stroking the cells of his body, but the hug was too warm, for the child, he could only respond with teeth chattering.

The goosebumps on his body also enthusiastically responded to Feng'er.When the wind is whistling in the nose and wants to hug, children, the flowing shape is too illusory after all.

The wind didn't change its enthusiasm, it stirred other people's clothes upstairs and flew around, and the door was also creaked.

People can only be more afraid of winter, winter is coming, people's bodies are so fragile, and winter is so cold.

Winter is still here, and the wind is accompanied by the cold wind again, and the air is even colder. The original clothes can no longer withstand the wind, so I can only hug my arms tightly, and then tighten the line of the schoolbag Tight, so that it is closer to the body.

Only then will I get more warmth, and I will be able to hug a little bit of warmth tightly.Guo Hongjing knew that he had to wear thicker clothes, and he could no longer rely on his will to resist the weather like before.

The next day I put on a long sleeve and a windbreaker, which was much warmer.

Winter is coming, and when it comes, add a sweater inside, which is the most basic respect for winter.

In winter, it is not particularly cold, and occasionally there will be a few snowflakes, some of which will melt before reaching the ground.

There are also rare times when there is snow or even hail for a whole summer vacation, the roads are icy, and the cars are equipped with anti-skid chains one after another, and the temperature is as low as a few degrees below zero.

At that time, it was already during the winter vacation, and the whole city was frozen due to the hail all day and night. She was lucky to witness the grand occasion of the ice city.

The trees in the whole world are covered with a thick layer of ice, which completely follows the shape of the branches, and even the veins are clear. The entire sky is also covered by clouds, but the day is still day, and there are reflections of ice everywhere. shine.

In that world that Guo Hongjing has never touched, people's hearts are completely frozen and thorough, and no one can realize anything.

The trees and the grass are masterpieces, without every vein, the texture is so clear, completely replicating the original body, Guo Hongjing likes to peel off this artwork from the dish the most.

Only in this way can the dishes be less fixed and free, which can also reduce the pressure, but after peeling them off for a short time, those dishes seem to be cooked.

My mother said that the ice cooked the vegetables, and this strange statement was incomprehensible.Don't dishes have to be boiled to be cooked?What does it mean to be frozen.

It is easy to fall down when walking on ice, and the water in the water pipes is frozen in winter, so people can only carry water by themselves.

In the early morning, I went to the bottom of the mountain, where the spring water came out. Guo Hongjing carried two kettles, and my younger brother carried two large Coke bottles. Both of them were tied to a small bamboo pole with two ropes.

On the way to fetch water, Guo Hongjing fell down and half of the water leaked out.

I rubbed my stiff and aching feet, slowly got up, fastened them, and started to chase after my parents in the distance.

The white mountain in the distance used to be beautiful, like a white quilt, but now it is still beautiful, where there are ice cubes, like a mirror, reflecting light.

The trumpet of the vocational technical school in the distance began to sing again.

(End of this chapter)