There are four distinct seasons in the mountains. Autumn rain has fallen intermittently for half a month, and the weather suddenly turned into winter.

When I woke up this morning, the sky and the earth were completely white.

I made some breakfast and my brothers went to school. I had to go to the field to get some pigweed. In fact, winter pigweed is easier to get because the cabbage planted in the ground has grown up. It’s just not there yet.

When it's time to chop, you need to dig open the snow covering the cabbage, and then pick it piece by piece. By the time you pick a full basket, your hands are already numb from the cold. Your clothes, pants, and boots are also covered with snow.

It became warm and wet.

Quickly pick up the bamboo pole and walk home on the creaking blanket of snow.

Life experience tells us that you must not go to the fire at this time. Otherwise, your hands, feet, and face will become very painful and itchy due to the fire. The best way is to quickly find a dry towel.

Wipe it clean with snow water. If conditions permit, you can get some hot water to wash it. Then change into dry clothes, pants and shoes. This will be very comfortable.

However, usually no one will do this. On the one hand, there are not so many clothes, pants and shoes for you to change, and on the other hand, it takes courage to put on and take off clothes in winter. If the wetness is not serious, just bake it slowly by the stove.

It will dry out. If you have a lot of things to do and don’t have time to stop and bake, it will slowly dry out when you wear it.

Cook the pig food and scoop it out to feed the pigs.

I felt very happy when I saw the two pigs in the pig pen weighing almost two hundred pounds. I imagined killing the New Year pigs in the twelfth lunar month, and the scene really gave me a sense of accomplishment.

After the hot summer and the busy autumn, the winter of leisure has ushered in. If there were not so many ideals to chase in life, if there were not so many desires to satisfy in reality, if I could have a fertile land and a shelter,

A thatched hut sheltered from the wind and rain, then raise two piglets, plant a few fruit trees...and then work with a girl at sunrise and rest at sunset, with spring flowers and autumn moon, a long song, cooking wine and playing the piano, drinking tea and painting, and when I wake up

Sharing joys and sorrows, sharing vague dreams... wouldn't it be joyful!

It's a pity, it's a pity. The two pigs were happily eating "delicious food", but how could they know that the people feeding them were full of worries? They actually lamented that humans are not as good as pigs. Life is so tiring and embarrassing. Not even as good as a pig. This pig

Who will worry about what to eat next? And who will worry about getting fat and getting stabbed? As long as there is food, eat happily, and go to sleep when you are full and drunk. You can treat a pig

What are the requirements? The pig ate, slept, ate while sleeping, and was stabbed in the end, dedicating all of himself to the person who raised it. Thinking of this, I secretly respected the pig again. People, sometimes they are really not as good as

A pig.

I scooped a ladle of cold water to wash off the pig food paste stuck to my hands, and returned to the main room. I looked out and saw that the snowflakes in the sky had started to fly again. I couldn't help but think of the girl in my heart, she had already

Gone to the end of the world. At this moment, I was feeling more and more lonely and depressed. I simply locked the door, walked out of the house, and walked aimlessly along the road to the river.

As I walked, I saw a tree with all its autumn leaves standing on the shore, looking like a knight who had traveled through thousands of years. I secretly admired this tree again.

They grow on this river bank, and they also die on this river bank. Whether it is bright spring, or scorching heat and cold. Whether it is sunny and windy, or thunder, lightning, rain and snow. Whether it is lush branches and leaves, or cold and dry branches. They are neither sad nor happy.

, neither spoiled nor angry, neither resentful nor resentful.

They grow quietly like this and die quietly. No matter they are gnawed by cattle or bitten by insects, chopped with knives or axes, destroyed by water or burned by fire, nothing can change their style. Even if they return to dust in the end.

, who really defeated the trees? At least, if I stood here like them, I would not survive a night in such cold weather, wind, ice and snow.

A tree without arms and legs, without eyes or mouth. The leaves can be eaten by cattle, the branches can be used as firewood, and the trunk can be used to make furniture or build houses. But what does it ask of people?

Woolen cloth?

If I can learn a little bit of its spirit, how can I lament my fate? I should learn it, root myself in the earth, and work hard to grow, hoping that one day I can make some contributions to others and society. Maybe this is

The meaning of life, right?

Thinking like this, my mood suddenly became brighter. Even the snowflakes in front of my eyes became cute. I took a handful of snow, squeezed it tightly, and then waved my arms towards the middle of the river. Ignoring the snow already falling on my head and shoulders,

It snowed.
Chapter completed!