January, with the long-awaited wishTwo years, I rehearsed a hundred times in my dreamsTravel through Platform 9¾ and board the Hogwarts Express
I never thought that a few square meters of berth, where my waist could not be straightened, would be an unforgettable opening in this story.The division of day and night in the car begins and ends with the three of us washing up in front of the mirror.Playing cards, watching movies, chatting, looking out the car window at the never-before-seen scenery, from south to north.Seeing snow with my own eyes for the first time through the car window made me smile.At this time, I just want to shout and give me a GiaoGiao.There was also Wang Doudou who almost missed it and bought a platform ticket to meet us. Those three minutes became so perfect.With the company of good friends, no matter how difficult it is, it never feels monotonous.Forty hours of distance, seventy miles of speed,The noisier the car is, the closer the laughter is to the finish line.
"Passengers, in front of you is the train's terminal station, Harbin West Station. Please take your luggage and valuables and be ready to get off."The first thing I saw when I got off the car was a few flakes of snow.The passengers did not slow down, perhaps because they could not stop the joy of returning home.I slowed down and enjoyed the unknown, and in an instant my hands lost all feeling.Now I understand... they just want to jump into the heating barrier.Arriving at the B&B, arranging the itinerary, taking a short rest to relieve the fatigue of two days of long distance, it was already dark when I opened my eyes again. It gets dark very quickly in the Northeast, and it gets dark at 4 o'clock. Just in time for dinner, we set out to Central Street to eat the legendary iron pot stew. That day happened to be Tong Zheng’s birthday. His birthday has always been on holiday. It was also the first time to celebrate his birthday in more than two years.The Russian-style Hagia Sophia, the lively Central Street, the ice and snow world at minus 35 degrees Celsius...Have snowball fights, skateboarding, and experience the playfulness of northerners. The road keeps going, but the one thing that remains unchanged is taking photos of the big star Zirou.
Leave the B&B and set off for Yabuli.I lost the water bottle given by my sister Qiu Yan, and threw my cell phone away while skiing.I seldom lose things, but on this day I felt twice as sad as the pain of skiing.Little did I know that the fastest way to learn to ski was to search for perfection on my phone.But the things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end.
Next stop is Xuexiang and feel the pulse of snow.I experienced the magical bathing culture of Northeast China and felt the intersection of ice and fire in the open-air hot spring with a temperature difference of 60℃.A pot of tea, a cigarette, and imagine that many years later, my wife and children are soaking in the hot springs, and I am chatting with my friends. Talking about the fleeting time and the year of the full moon.
Washing away our troubles and fatigue and walking back,walking on the empty snow path, surrounded by us, we giggled excitedly, the moonlight lit up the starry sky just like Van Gogh. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, I saw such a pure starry sky for the first time, forgetting the cold wind in the middle of the night, at the cost of being hollowed out by a cold.
The last stop of this trip is Tong Zheng’s home.Meeting the people in the story, I felt what drove him.And my uncle and aunt took care of me. I can’t forget that my aunt fed me medicine in the middle of the night.It also adds a touch of longing for home.
Before I left, there was a light snowfall, which was the same scene as when I got off the train.Saying goodbye in the snow, stepping on the steps home, the story returns to the title page.
