My home is in the north, and I remember the winter in my home is very, very cold, the coldest time reached minus ten degrees Celsius.

Every year after the winter solstice, my mother began to make corn rice for us, saying that it was warm to eat rice in winter. The rice was cooked in a big pot with an earthen stove, and sometimes there would be some vegetable leaves, yams or dried yams in the rice. Whenever it came time to eat, we sisters were like little pigs grabbing food, holding bowls and chopsticks, you pushed me to the edge of the stove, trying to get my mother to give herself the first bowl, because the first bowl is the essence of the pot. In this way, you a bowl and I a bowl, in a short time, a large pot of rice will go down a large part of the sisters ate full of red face, sweating. Whenever this happens, my mother would always say to me, "Look at your face, it's as red as a monkey's butt, slow down and eat, no one will grab it from you." And I would always pout and say, "I don't believe you, if you eat slowly, you will have a bowl more, right? I don't think so!" Then there was laughter.

At that time, the family's conditions were not good and there were not enough quilts. In the cold winter in our hometown, my mother would always add a thick layer of straw to the beds of our sisters in winter. Before going to bed at night, my mother also repeatedly asked me to remember to put all the clothes I had taken off on the quilt. In this way, we passed one harsh winter after another peacefully.

The winter in the north is more rainy and snowy, and the freezing is also very strong. After each snowfall, the eaves of every house will be full of crystal clear ice. We would always secretly break off the ice cream, throw it in our mouths and gnaw on it as a cold drink to eat. The hand that had grabbed the ice cream would not only be wet but also red, and the adults would understand everything at a glance, so we would be punished by running around the yard a dozen times. When I grew up, I understood that this nominal punishment was actually to make us exercise more, so as to reduce illnesses. My mother used to say that the cloudy days of the waxing moon freeze the lazy man to death, so we have to move our muscles more in winter to make our bodies stronger.

In the winter in the north, the most happy is the men, some of them nestled in bed watching TV, some play chess, read books and play cards, most of them will string, get together to blow off steam. Women, on the other hand, have a lot of housework to do. They would use porcelain pots to light up broken wood and gather in twos and threes to do needlework, such as shoe-soling. At that time, women in the north were very particular about their needlework, especially girls who were getting married. If the embroidery was too poor, the in-laws would dislike it. However, with the reform and opening up, the north is much better now.

My mother, who is more than 80 years old, is not used to the rice and food in the south, and is alone in her hometown, burning and cooking, and washing and cleaning all by herself. Although I often go home to accompany, but still can not help but worry.

Nowadays, the winter in the north is the deepest ties that belong to me as a wanderer. Mom, are you okay back home?

My home is in the north, and I remember the winter in my home is very, very cold, the coldest time reached minus ten degrees Celsius.

Every year after the winter solstice, my mother began to make corn rice for us, saying that it was warm to eat rice in winter. The rice was cooked in a big pot with an earthen stove, and sometimes there would be some vegetable leaves, yams or dried yams in the rice. Whenever it came time to eat, we sisters were like little pigs grabbing food, holding bowls and chopsticks, you pushed me to the edge of the stove, trying to get my mother to give herself the first bowl, because the first bowl is the essence of the pot. In this way, you a bowl and I a bowl, in a short time, a large pot of rice will go down a large part of the sisters ate full of red face, sweating. Whenever this happens, my mother would always say to me, "Look at your face, it's as red as a monkey's butt, slow down and eat, no one will grab it from you." And I would always pout and say, "I don't believe you, if you eat slowly, you will have a bowl more, right? I don't think so!" Then there was laughter.

At that time, the family's conditions were not good and there were not enough quilts. In the cold winter in our hometown, my mother would always add a thick layer of straw to the beds of our sisters in winter. Before going to bed at night, my mother also repeatedly asked me to remember to put all the clothes I had taken off on the quilt. In this way, we passed one harsh winter after another peacefully.

The winter in the north is more rainy and snowy, and the freezing is also very strong. After each snowfall, the eaves of every house will be full of crystal clear ice. We would always secretly break off the ice cream, throw it in our mouths and gnaw on it as a cold drink to eat. The hand that had grabbed the ice cream would not only be wet but also red, and the adults would understand everything at a glance, so we would be punished by running around the yard a dozen times. When I grew up, I understood that this nominal punishment was actually to make us exercise more, so as to reduce illnesses. My mother used to say that the cloudy days of the waxing moon freeze the lazy man to death, so we have to move our muscles more in winter to make our bodies stronger.

In the winter in the north, the most happy is the men, some of them nestled in bed watching TV, some play chess, read books and play cards, most of them will string, get together to blow off steam. Women, on the other hand, have a lot of housework to do. They would use porcelain pots to light up broken wood and gather in twos and threes to do needlework, such as shoe-soling. At that time, women in the north were very particular about their needlework, especially girls who were getting married. If the embroidery was too poor, the in-laws would dislike it. However, with the reform and opening up, the north is much better now.

My mother, who is more than 80 years old, is not used to the rice and food in the south, and is alone in her hometown, burning and cooking, and washing and cleaning all by herself. Although I often go home to accompany, but still can not help but worry.

Nowadays, the winter in the north is the deepest ties that belong to me as a wanderer. Mom, are you okay back home?