A short story representing the great cold of solar terms

It was dry and cold, and the north wind was sharper than a knife, which stung my face. Baogen shrank his neck, erected the collar of his down jacket, crossed the village street and headed west. The snow in the street has been frozen hard, and it makes a "creaking" sound when you step on it.

The streets are empty and there are no villagers in sight. Baogen sniffed and smiled happily. He knew that what he wanted to hear was not the hard and monotonous sound of snow, but the soft and beautiful sound of cucurbit silk. Baogen fell in love with the gourd silk from the day she saw Xiaomei's gourd silk.

There have been no musical instruments in the village. Now Xiaomei has bought cucurbit silk, which makes Baogen's heart hang up.

Xiaomei is Bao Gen's classmate. She studies in the cucurbit silk class run by the town cultural station and goes there once a week. Xiaomei's goal is to learn Hulusi well, so that she can perform on stage at the Children's Day Gala.

Baogen walked even harder. He came to a white wall and stopped. Inside the wall is Xiaomei's home. In Xiaomei's home, there is a beautiful voice of cucurbit silk. Baogen closed his eyes and leaned back and listened outside the wall. Baogen deeply realized day by day that the magic of cucurbit silk was really too powerful to keep his heart moving.

Someone came up and said, "Why are you standing here? Your little uncle is back. " The bearer snorted and walked away.

Baogen didn't see who he was talking to, paused, turned and walked home quickly. The creaking sound at the foot became short and sharp.

I really saw my busy little uncle when I crossed Baogen. As soon as my uncle saw Baogen, he immediately called him, "Baogen, come quickly. Look what my uncle bought for you. "

"Oh, gourd silk!" Baogen cried in surprise.

China New Year is coming. When my uncle came home from work in the city, he not only bought a gourd silk, but also a Konka TV set, cashmere sweater and so on. The whole family praised my uncle for being filial and sensible.

Borgen is not interested in those things. He ran out of the yard with a brand-new gourd silk, laughing happily as he ran. Baogen almost knocked down Xiaomei's door, and a loud crunch scared Xiaomei's mother who was working. Baogen happily showed Xiaomei her newly bought cucurbit silk and made an appointment with Xiaomei to go to the cultural station to study.

When leaving Xiaomei's house, Xiaomei put on a red down jacket and sent Baogen out. Baogen forced out a few mists and flashed a bright smile at Xiaomei. Then I walked briskly in the street with easy steps.

The flavor of the year in the north wind is getting stronger every day, and in a blink of an eye, the year is coming. The police car arrived, whistling all the way into the small village. Ma, director of the village Committee, led two policemen to Baogen's house and forcibly took the little uncle away. They said that my uncle knocked out the manager of the electrical company where he worked with a hammer and stole thirteen thousand dollars. "The whole family is blind, I don't know what's going on.

My little uncle was taken away like the north wind cutting his face, silently. The wind in winter is very cold, which stings my face until my heart aches.

Baogen was walking in the snow, still stepping on a line of crunchy "creaking". He walked along the street in the village to the outside of the village. In front, there is a figure walking in the north wind and heading for the town. Baogen looked at the figure and kept a close distance.

My uncle was taken away, and the police took back what my uncle bought, including brand-new cucurbit silk. Now, walking on the way to town, the melodious sound of cucurbits is ringing in Baogen's ear again. This long-awaited music has been permeated in Baogen's heart and refused to disperse.