Snowy night, Love Brigade
That is more than 20 years ago, things --
1 2 tons truck, breathing heavily in the disk could not finish the winding mountain road crawling, biting winds hit the shabby tarpaulin awning, issued monotonous sound squeezed from every crevice in the past to the person's collar and cuffs Village Luanzuan. Fluorescent table pointer has been pointing to 22 o'clock, hood outside, but as bright as day.
A big snow呀! Rear of the mountain and the mountain cast a thick layer of Yin Lin-like armor, the mountainside of the Shochiku knot Joan played a white sticks Yinhua; rut suffused with cold white light, has been extended to the end of winding mountain roads, seem deep and mysterious. Do not leave man, not in the carving of nature with her exquisite artistry and unparalleled welt, plastic has become such a spectacular snow and ice in the world. This is Tianmushan, south of the mountain has been transformed into a pure nature, "Northland scenery" of.
"If suddenly spring night, the Trees 10000 Pear Tree to open ... ...呀!" I seem to have had a "60 degrees", smack a smack, drag-cavity pulling profile that Yin Road.
"Oh, uh, you have Masaoki poems? Faster frozen into popsicle another!" Xiao Wang huddle as a body, a green military overcoat in the exposed face of a slightly irreverent, "had known this, I really should not be Come on! "followed by a burst blasted for stamping.
Looking back, another few peers who are watching with great interest the rear of the snow, even Didigugu of Xiao Wang are already gazing with greedy eyes fixed deadline in the mountains; wife is Tong Ren li flashing a shiny spot.
Mountain breeze blowing, Wuwuyanyan, such as narrative to us with a strange and ancient myth. Through immersive blizzard, I seem to feel that the whole universe in front of us, our trucks, like the expansive universe, a tiny planet, slowly, slowly run, run, winding mountain road is to run track. Stained from time to time on the mountain flying up and scattered in our faces and clothes. "Baraka, the universe prehistoric ... ..." "Mountain Dance Silver Snake, the former Chi-wax, as ... ..." "Yanshan snowflakes as big as I ... ...", nothing to do with a poem, "Montage"-like leap into the mind.
Car suddenly a few bumps, the girls exclaimed. "Downhill, and all right!" Cried the rear of the Lao Zhu. Everyone's mind stretched more tightly, everyone knows, snowy downhill into open car no joke.
"To! Hekou wine, drive Qu-han, Zhuangzhuang Dan!" I raised the hands of the "60 degrees", dangle. Xiao Wang held out his hand, the positive response: "I drink!" A wine filling continues, choking her to direct cough, hood inside Tengqi a laugh. The wife has always been not drinking any alcohol, surprisingly took the wine to go drink one. You are one, he was one, a bottle of "60 degree" blink of an eye saw at the end. Chu said solemnly: "This is called the same boat!"
Of wine or singers. Wine no song, any errors Masaoki. With tipsy feeling, I am going to Heaven and yelled: "September 9, stuffed new wine, wine from咱hand -" "good wine!" There are no command, it had been coincidentally roared. "Tantamount to drinking wine, the upper and lower ventilation does not cough; tantamount to drinking wine, Ziyin impotence mouth does not stink ... ..." With a masculine male, the female voice sharp, loud applause, mixed together, mixed together, even pressure hood who lived outside the roar of the north wind. Is not harmonious singing, in this hit by snowstorms on a journey, so that we have for the time being forget the tired, forget the fear hidden in the bottom of my heart. An unfinished, one was underway, and we seem to put all of life's tired, all with the music, go threw the rear of the ice and snow.
Wife call out heat, has been cemented in the scarf on a small drop of water, bits and pieces, sparkling. Xiao Wang seems to have forgotten the blame on others, inviting voice singing "Caravan." Chu's voice has been hoarse, but "may be Jia Yu Yong", while roar while paddling rhythm. I do not know when, the chill has already receded, hood be even steaming. I suddenly thought: no matter when and where, as long as cordial input sorrow can be fun ... ...
"Shuo wind, Roars of Forests, valleys shock. Hope snow, sky dance, Phi blanketed by towering mountains, good faction Northland scenery ... ..." I began to sing opera, "智取威虎山" in Shao Jianbo of the aria.
Snow still showered falling, falling.
Rut, still suffused with white snow on the extension of an extension.
Heart, an indescribable mind sees as bright as day in the snow at night Yao vapor, vapor ... ...
Author: hm3c135301
