Chapter 31 Snow White's Cemetery (1)

The day of my father's death was only one month away from New Year's Eve.Father failed to pass the year, but we must pass this year.Thirty days is too short a time to deal with grief for a person, especially a father.We seldom even said a word after the funeral, unless it was absolutely necessary.Who is in the mood for a busy year?However, Nian was like a poisonous snake coiled around a person's body, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what. It was very cold, and I stood by the fire and kept adding wood to it.There are red spots on the furnace cover, but hoarfrost still hangs on some corners of the room.My face was hot from the fire.I held the stove hook and kept poking the fire.The flames danced vigorously, swinging their arms and feet like a troop of fair-haired dwarfs, as if they lived in a primitive tribe, and sparks buzzed like bees around the furnace walls.The sound of the fire burning made me miss my father so much.

I don't want to leave the stove, I am very afraid to go outside, those figures dangling in the pale cold are mostly people who are busy and busy, what should I do when I meet their faces full of joy?The stove is built in the northwest corner of the kitchen. It walks through two fire walls and can heat two rooms.There is a long corridor from the kitchen leading directly to the door. Since there are no windows in the kitchen, the skylight can only be seen through a few pieces of glass on the top of the door at the end of the corridor.The light crawled with difficulty along the corridor, and often exhausted itself at the edge of the fire, so that the caresses of the sky around the fire were seldom received, but the light of the fire made up for this deficiency, and the walls around the fire and the furnace wall and that A piece of blue concrete floor always has a slight halo of milky yellow from the fire in winter, as if they were soaked in the dusk.

Mother was lying in her room, the kang was very warm, but I knew she was not asleep.She is not yet fifty, and her hair is still black. Seeing her hair makes me sad.She was the most distressed of all the family, but she did not cry out like other bereaved women.She wept seldom, sometimes silently, and this heavy, unspoken mourning terrified us.When I was young, during this time years ago, my mother often made new clothes for us on the sewing machine, and the nice "click" sound was like cutting wheat.At that time, the kitchen was always steaming, steaming rice cakes for a while, and washing clothes with boiling water in a big pot.Often it was the father who bumped into us, or we bumped into the mother, and whoever bumped into each other had a good time.

My sister leaned out from the room near the stove and coughed a few times. From the sound of her coughing, I knew that she had cried just now.She was the eldest in our family, and her father's death made her burden a little heavier.She asked me in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing standing over the stove?" "Light the fire," I said. "You don't need to watch the fire, let it burn by itself." My sister went back to the house after speaking. I stood in front of the fire, dazed.My heart is very empty, and the scene of the cemetery on the mountain always flashes before my eyes.Father slept in the cemetery, which is now Snow White's cemetery.The place where my father is sleeping now was the place I was most afraid of going into the mountains when I was a child. When I went to pick persimmons and huckleberries, I always avoided that place, because it made me feel an inexplicable sadness.Now that it has finally become my father's cemetery, I realized that the heart that has been hanging for so many years is only because it will become a place to take my relatives.Now that it has become my father's cemetery, I am not afraid to pass by there, and I observed the scenery there for the first time calmly: the terrain is relatively high, and there is a gentle hillside behind it, and sparse sylvestris pine grows on the hillside .But at the bottom of the slope, that is, around the cemetery, there is a large expanse of larches all lying straight on the abundant white snow. They are very young trees.A hundred years from now, when these trees are magnificent, they may make the cemetery look very old, and their surroundings will make the soul more and more peaceful.Standing in the cemetery and looking down the mountain, you can see the path and the gently descending mountain.The trees seem to be dwarfing little by little, and when they reach the end, houses and grassy beaches appear, as well as the sun and moon at the end of the grassy beach.