In November, Shaxi is immersed in the cloudless blue sky for almost the whole month. In the early morning, a light mist rises from the Heilongjiang River, and the sun shines gently on the river, hovering under the Yujin Bridge like a fairyland. The Shaxi caravan stood on the steps by the river. They pulled out the horses early on. The saddles on their backs were quite thick. The bells on the horses' necks passed through the Dongzhai Gate and started their day's work.
There are cold winter days to be real. People in Shaxi Town started to warm up the fire early, by the river, on Sifang Street, especially at night, a group of people gathered around a fire, blowing on the cowhide, listening to the crackling sound of burning, and it was like this for a day passed. In November, there is heavy snowfall everywhere in the north, but the sun is still shining brightly in the south, and the winter in Shaxi is worthy of its name, so tourists from the south cannot adapt to this marginal climate.
But fortunately, the heating system of the reunion has been turned on. This imported European water circulation heating system not only ensures that the indoor temperature can reach about 20 degrees, but also avoids the dryness and discomfort of the air-conditioning electric blanket, which makes the night dew heavy. Still warm. During the day, we mainly rely on the fireplace for heating. The fireplace we met and reunited with is not just for warming the fire. For us, it has many uses, such as roasting chestnut sweet potatoes, boiling milk and white tea, and sometimes putting one or two roses , the room is filled with the romantic fragrance of flowers, no matter how cold the winter is, you can spend it happily and peacefully.
Since the beginning of winter, the wind has been getting stronger and stronger every afternoon. The leaves are almost blown off, and the remaining yellow leaves and branches weave a series of bleak winter paintings under the blue curtain. When I met the row of weeping willows in front of the door, I no longer saw their graceful demeanor in summer, but now I looked more like a grown man in his forties or fifties, majestic and solemn.
Dusk in Shaxi is the most suitable for walking. The light from the west falls on the hilltop in the east. The flickering pine trees are swaying. Smoke rises from the green tile roofs in the distance. The dirt road under the feet is quickly covered by the beautiful sunlight. Paved into a piece of splendor, looking back at the old pagoda tree on Sifang Street, swaying slowly in the lonely sunset, quiet and quiet.
The heavy snow in the north covered their winter, while the bright sun in the south warmed Shaxi in November. We are in the same world, each experiencing different winters. The persimmon tree in Beiguzong Lane is red all over the blue sky, and your shadow is charming under the sunshine. When the persimmon trees are all red next year, will we meet again?