Snowflake weight

  During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, I was a middle school student who was a half-worker and a half-reader. Although she did not eat enough, she also raised a group of pigeons with great interest. In the summer and autumn, they can completely forage in the field. But in the winter and spring seasons, the fields are empty and there is no food to eat. Fortunately, I have a classmate, Wang Xiancai, who is the only child of the grain store owner. In his own words, as long as his shop’s second child scrapes twice with a scraper on the bucket of the bag, it is enough for my pigeons to live a winter. The pigeons in the whole city know that there is a prisoner of war in my pigeons. It is a Japanese homing pigeon that I shot down with a slingshot. It is dark gray, female, with an aluminum hoop on the right leg. It is recorded on the aluminum hoop. Date and place of birth. Some students indignantly asked me to kill it. I thought that the Japanese army pigeon is guilty,

but it has no idea what it means to behave. I don’t know what it is! So I didn’t listen to this very nationalist opinion. Instead, I put a medicine on its wound. After the injury, I released it and let it be free. It did try to leave me, but it flew back one day later. I gave it a name called Return, which means getting lost. Returning to stay in this group, free love found a spouse and made an exotic relationship. Its Ruyi Langjun is the “beautiful man” Xiang Xiang in this group of pigeons. The big tail, crested head, hairy legs and plumage are white like snow. They are very loving, just entering the winter, returning to give birth to two white eggs. As a result, the couple put all their energy into the soon-to-be-born young chicks, taking turns to use their feathers to hatch their love crystallization.

  One day, in the middle of the night, the sky began to snow, and the young and old workers in the weaving workshops had already dreamed. I also like most ancient poets, looking up at the snow fluttering outside the window, full of romantic feelings. I really want to “have a lot of land in Qiong Yao, and pay tribute to the king”, but unfortunately, if the bag is washed, there is no money, so I just hope that the snow will sigh, until the sky is bright, I will fall asleep in the dream of snowflake. Soon the sound of the window woke me up, and when I got up, I saw that a pigeon was slamming the window, and it slammed against the glass with its own body. Looking at it again, it is Xiang Xiang. How can you be so excited? Xiang Xiang! Are you hungry? But what do I take to feed you at this time? Xiang Xiang! Or, if you have any important words, tell me? At this time, there is nothing but a silent snowflake between the heavens and the earth. It is a scene of peace and tranquility, and even a solemn atmosphere. Tomorrow, tomorrow! I am too tired. When I said that my eyes were closed, I closed it for a little while, and I heard a loud bang. I was so shocked that I rushed to the door and found that the two rows of pigeon cages hanging on the wall all fell to the ground. These pigeon cages were originally made of rotted wood and fell into what they like. I don’t have to look at it. But when I bowed my head, the pile of horrible pieces of wood gave me a slap in my heart. I immediately thought of returning and Xiangxiang’s two young chicks that had not broken the shell. At this time, most of the pigeons that lost their shelters were horrified in the air in the sky. Returning and Xiang Xiang stood side by side on the wall, sorrowfully hooked their heads and looked at the pile of broken wood on the ground. I am very sorry, Xiang Xiang reminded me! When the snow-caged pigeon cage was crumbling, it almost reminded me of suicide…

  Before that, I never thought about the weight of snowflakes. Unexpectedly, when the cold shrouded the earth, the snow was silently, slowly, quietly, and for a long time piled up and condensed, gradually… gradually… light and heavy. Perhaps at a certain moment, an invisible balance in the universe is out of balance, and the romance of poetry and painting will immediately turn into a messy disaster…