The winter solstice is like a year, and everyone is making dumplings, even if they are busy again. Eating dumplings still brings back memories of my childhood. When I was little, or a little older, I only knew that when the wind and snow drifted, it would be winter, and it would start to get cold. At that time, although I was ignorant and young, I knew that my mother had to burn firewood for cooking, firewood for cooking pig food, and firewood for the stove in front of the earth bed. Firewood became the most scarce material for every family in those days for winter. The pain of cutting firewood was not in the hardship of labor, but in the torture of freezing and hunger. I remember one day, we chopped firewood back late, the sky has been dark set, snow without feet, snow is still rolling, suddenly saw a person standing on the side of the road, fixed to the ravine look, wait until we see is their mother, at that moment, at that moment, a warm current immediately chased away my day of cold and hunger, a hot tears in the eyes back and forth turn ah turn. Perhaps this is only the son's feelings at the time, but the mother - the person who gave birth to us and raised us, in the end, stood on the snow for how long, how the cold wind and snow attacked her tender body, and how her heart is concerned about the late return of her son, we will not think. There is always a harvest of labor, and at the New Year's Eve every family has built a tall pile of firewood by the dojo, so I could see that my mother was very happy, and we were also a little proud.

Mother was afraid of freezing our ears, so she used cloth to sew the wild cotton we collected into ear cages, and then connected them with strips of cloth, which were different from those sold on the street, but had the same effect of preventing freezing. My father not only taught us the skills of working, but also made straw shoes at night under the lamp, using a mixture of old cloth and leather for durability, because my mother was slower to make cloth shoes than straw shoes, and could not keep up with them, and could not afford to wear them; my father had a pair of thick shoulder pads and a pair of foot wraps, which were specially designed by my mother for heavy work such as carrying stones, trees, and dung. That is, we ourselves, in the face of hardship, also inspired a great potential for survival. Hungry, up the tree to pick the master could not reach and abandoned persimmons, or to the harvest of the field to find the leftover sweet potatoes and radishes, or in the mountains to find freeze-dried wild pears, frozen red life-saving food; cold, on the non-stop labor, by labor to warm, sometimes the hands are frozen itchy uncomfortable, but also specifically grab two snow rubbing, are very useful native methods. At that time we were a large family, with a population of ten people, but the siblings were all well behaved by our father's side, rarely feeling the pain and fatigue, but enjoying the care of our father and brother, and the love of our mother and sister at all times. The ancients say: parents in, not far away, that is a kind of indoctrination, but we were reluctant to leave our parents, they are not only our roots, or our tree, is a special place for us children to rest assured, how to leave it, especially in the harsh winter season and the most difficult time

The winter solstice is like a year, and everyone is making dumplings, even if they are busy again. Eating dumplings still brings back memories of my childhood. When I was little, or a little older, I only knew that when the wind and snow drifted, it would be winter, and it would start to get cold. At that time, although I was ignorant and young, I knew that my mother had to burn firewood for cooking, firewood for cooking pig food, and firewood for the stove in front of the earth bed. Firewood became the most scarce material for every family in those days for winter. The pain of cutting firewood was not in the hardship of labor, but in the torture of freezing and hunger. I remember one day, we chopped firewood back late, the sky has been dark set, snow without feet, snow is still rolling, suddenly saw a person standing on the side of the road, fixed to the ravine look, wait until we see is their mother, at that moment, at that moment, a warm current immediately chased away my day of cold and hunger, a hot tears in the eyes back and forth turn ah turn. Perhaps this is only the son's feelings at the time, but the mother - the person who gave birth to us and raised us, in the end, stood on the snow for how long, how the cold wind and snow attacked her tender body, and how her heart is concerned about the late return of her son, we will not think. There is always a harvest of labor, and at the New Year's Eve every family has built a tall pile of firewood by the dojo, so I could see that my mother was very happy, and we were also a little proud.

Mother was afraid of freezing our ears, so she used cloth to sew the wild cotton we collected into ear cages, and then connected them with strips of cloth, which were different from those sold on the street, but had the same effect of preventing freezing. My father not only taught us the skills of working, but also made straw shoes at night under the lamp, using a mixture of old cloth and leather for durability, because my mother was slower to make cloth shoes than straw shoes, and could not keep up with them, and could not afford to wear them; my father had a pair of thick shoulder pads and a pair of foot wraps, which were specially designed by my mother for heavy work such as carrying stones, trees, and dung. That is, we ourselves, in the face of hardship, also inspired a great potential for survival. Hungry, up the tree to pick the master could not reach and abandoned persimmons, or to the harvest of the field to find the leftover sweet potatoes and radishes, or in the mountains to find freeze-dried wild pears, frozen red life-saving food; cold, on the non-stop labor, by labor to warm, sometimes the hands are frozen itchy uncomfortable, but also specifically grab two snow rubbing, are very useful native methods. At that time we were a large family, with a population of ten people, but the siblings were all well behaved by our father's side, rarely feeling the pain and fatigue, but enjoying the care of our father and brother, and the love of our mother and sister at all times. The ancients say: parents in, not far away, that is a kind of indoctrination, but we were reluctant to leave our parents, they are not only our roots, or our tree, is a special place for us children to rest assured, how to leave it, especially in the harsh winter season and the most difficult time