2012年的岁末，飘洒了些许雪花 ，但很快被2013新年的阳光所融化。元月三日那天，清晨出去小跑，寒风凛冽 ，转了不多久，就回归。空中又开始散落细小的雪，零零星星、若有若无 。就十二分地期盼，新年的第一场雪能壮观些 ，希望它扮出一个银色的世界，很久没有感受雪的柔软了。
梦想果然成真！漫天的雪片，洋洋洒洒 ，恣意飞扬，让周边的世界银装素裹。独自守在家里，略微寂寞。觉得白皑皑的天地间 ，寒舍变得格外渺小 。于是，徒步游走在雪的飘舞之中，与玩雪的孩子们一起开心。身披白雪归来 ，鞋是湿的，脚却是暖的，心更是惊喜不已。难得的大雪 ，这才像冬天的样子！
割完晚稻，已进入冬季 ，是农村一年中最闲的日子。大多数的土地上都撒下了紫云英，作为来年耕种的肥料。小部分的田里，则种植了油菜 、小麦等冬季作物 ，还要时不时地对它们作除草和施肥 。
插队后，为了显示自己的农民化，摘掉了伴我度过中学时代的眼镜 ，眼前的一切顿时变得模糊。割稻、插秧倒不碍事，但除草大有问题。绿色的细小的菜秧和麦苗，在我眼里与同样颜色的青草没多少差别 。又是站立着用锄头除草 ，就更分辩不清哪是苗？哪是草？我不得不弯腰去瞧，可久之又受不了。
假如单纯的除草，蹲着用手拔也行 ，关键是在除草的同时还要给苗松土，所以非使锄头不可，那菜秧和麦苗在我手下可就遭了殃。麦苗一株有好几根，锄掉几根还留几根 ，菜秧一孔就一株，锄死就空缺了 。尽管，小心翼翼 ，眯眼细看，但仍有不少菜秧没得以逃脱我的魔掌，无故沦为牺牲品。幸好没被别人发现。
施肥是件恶心的事。人类的肥还好 ，使用粪勺浇，而猪、牛粪却要用手抓 。没有橡皮手套，左手拎着一个装满粪的竹畚箕 ，右手捞出一点猪粪或牛粪，放在菜苗或麦苗根上。地垄很底，人是弯着腰行进的 ，一阵阵的臭味恶心地扑鼻。
每次施肥前，我把手指甲剪得干干净净，以防粪便嵌在指甲内洗不掉 。完工后，反复地用香皂擦洗 ，鼻子嗅嗅，仍有一股香和臭的混合味。但令人费解的是，不知牛粪里含有什么物质 ，每次抓过后，手就会有一种润滑的感觉，仿佛抹了油似的。况且牛粪比较干燥 ，中间夹杂着些许稻草，臭气也就少微收敛了点 。
农村的冬季比城市要冷得多，可能是田野广阔的缘故吧。西北风横行时 ，无遮无拦的，干活的人就冻得哆嗦。加上施肥不是力气活，产不了热量 ，待久了，拿着粪便的手指竟然毫无感觉 。
有次，出工前多喝了点水，活干了一半 ，就尿憋。周边没粪坑，赶紧找了个田埂旁的草垛，想就地解决问题。但手已僵硬 ，无法解开裤扣，使了半天劲，连扣子都拉掉了 ，仍为时已晚 。幸亏那天下着雨，雨衣遮掩了窘境。干活地离住所远，又不好意思请假 ，就坚持到收工。腿冻得发麻，失去知觉，身体直打寒战 ，好在年轻，挺过去了，没生病。
冬季空闲，常开展农田基本建设 ，即挖河 、平地、造路、开渠等等。
有年刚过元旦，队里派出很多人去慈城镇挖河。镇离我们村远，晚上回不来 ，只能背着铺盖去 。在一个大会堂里，水泥地上铺些稻草，就成为我们的床。晚上 ，大家一行接一行地排列着躺在地上，热闹却驱散不了阴冷。
记得，是开一条新河 。没有挖土机之类的机械帮忙 ，完完全全地靠手工一锹一锹地挖掘。男人们用铁锹挖，女人们则用竹畚箕挑。当河挖到深处时，泥土已由干变湿 ，滑溜溜地很沉重 。河是按阶梯形状向下挖的，越往底下，阶梯泥土也就越软，人无法在上面走动。于是 ，只能放弃挑担，排成一列列的队伍，由底下的人把泥块捧上来 ，一人接一人地传递过去。
由于劳动力不够，队伍就排得很稀疏，前一个人与后一个人之间的传递 ，需用力才得以扔过来 。等收工时，每个人都成了泥人。没地洗头洗澡，甚至连热水也少得可怜 ，能洗上一把脸已算不错。更没水洗脏衣服，就堆在一边，挖掉一些干泥巴 ，第二天继续穿。几天后，衣裳结得硬邦邦，已全然辩不出原先的颜色 。
天公不作美，下起小雨 ，淅淅沥沥地没完。冬天，塑料质地的雨衣发硬，很快就被扔来扔去的泥块所扯破 ，领口、袖口 、裤腿全被雨淋得透湿。寒风冷雨中，冰冷的双手在接扔过来的泥块时，由生痛变得毫无知觉 。没接住的泥块掉落在身边 ，堆积成土坡。双脚陷在泥堆里，同样知觉全无，只是机械地站着。迈腿时 ，脚底麻木，连痛感都没有 。我穿去一双帆布跑鞋，早已成了水靴。晚上去临时伙房的灶火烘 ，热的气息加一天的劳累，就迷糊了过去，差点把鞋子给烧了。要那样，第二天只能打赤脚 ，太悲摧了 。
年轻时，气血不太通，冬天手脚必生冻疮。挖河那些日子里 ，冻疮更是疯长，手背肿得像馒头，手指似胡萝卜 ，脚底更是连走路都痛。白天反正在麻木中，疼倒减轻，晚上在被窝里 ，待手脚慢慢暖和后，痒啊，真恨不得把手脚全给卸掉算了 ，那种滋味是终身难忘！
快过年了 ，大队里的年糕厂已经开张，可以拿米去换。冬闲节气，农活毕竟少了许多 ，我们常能懒床不起。晌午间，肚子开始“咕咕 ”地叫，知青宿舍里的懒虫们 ，就轮流派代表，盛些米到村东头的年糕厂，换取几个年糕团 。途经村里的便利小店 ，再顺便买回几包豆酥糖，夹裹在年糕团里。坐在被窝里，吃着柔柔软软、甜甜酥酥的年糕团 ，真觉得幸福无比。
好在，如今的农村 ，冬季作物大都进入了暖棚，机械化早已替代了人的劳作，农户也家家有了取暖设备。尽管 ，田野上的风依然猛烈，但农村的冬季不会再像从前那样的冷了吧。
The winter of the South is finally coming.
At the end of 2012, the snowflakes were floated, but they were quickly melted by the 2013 New Year's sunshine. On the day of January 3, I took a small run in the morning, and the cold wind was too long. I returned. The air started to scatter fine snow, zero star, if there is no. I hope that the first snow in the New Year is spectacular, I hope it looks a silver world, I haven't experienced the softness of the snow for a long time.
Dream is really true! The snowy slices of the sky, the ocean sprinkles, and fly, let the surrounding world silver. Listed at home alone, slightly lonely. It feels that the white world has become extra small. So, hiking in the fluttering of snow, happy with children who play snow. Body is returning, the shoes are wet, but the feet are warm, and the heart is even more surprised. A rare big snow, this is like winter!
When tapping the keyboard, his thoughts fell into the long-standing era, the winter field.
After cutting late rice, it has entered the winter, which is the most idle day in the countryside. Most of the land sprinkled with Ziyun Ying, as a cultivated fertilizer for the coming year. The small part of the field is planting rape, wheat and other winter crops, and will also be worched and fertilized from time to time.
After the intercourse, in order to show its own peasantization, take off the glasses that spend the Middle School era, and everything in front of me is blurred. I am going to cut rice, and I have a problem with herring. Green fine vegetable seeds and wheat seedlings, there is not much different in my eyes with the same color. It's still a slap in the weeding of the hoe, which is even more unclear. Which is grass? I have to bent over, I can't stand it.
If a simple weeding, 手 手, the key is to give seedlings while weeding, so it is not possible to make the hoe, the vegetable and wheat seedlings can be suffered from my hand. . There are several wheat seeds, and there are several fewer leaves, and a hole in the cabinet, and it is vacant. Although, careful wing, look, but still have a lot of vegetables, but they have not escaped my magic. It is a victim. Fortunately, I have not been discovered by others.Fertilization is a disgusting thing. Human fertilizer is ok, use a stuffed sprint, while pigs, cattleDure dung should be grabbed by hand. There is no rubber glove, the left hand is holding a bamboo with fertilizer, and the right hand is taken out of a pig manure or cow manure, placed on the vegetable seedlings or wheat seedlings. Fascery is very, people are bent on the waist, and a burst of smell is nausea.
Before each fertilization, I cut my fingernails to prevent it to prevent it in the nails. After completing, scrub repeatedly with soap, the nose sniffed, there is still a mixed flavor. But it is a puzzling that I don't know what material in the cow manure. After you get it, there will be a lubricated feeling, as if I am like it. And the cow dung is dry, and the middle incisor is slightly straw, and the odor is small.
The rural winter is more cold than the city, which may be the vast field of fields. When the northwest wind is rampant, the people who have no hoisters are free. Plus fertilization is not a force, can't produce heat, for a long time, the fingers holding the feces have no feelings.
Once, drink some water before she did it, and she was alive, and they were urinary. There is no dung pit around, and quickly find a grasshopper next to the field and want to solve the problem in place. But the hand is stiff, I can't unlock the pants, make it a half day, and even the buckle is pulled off, still too late. Fortunately, the rain, the raincoat covered the dilemma. Give live where you are far away, and you are embarrassed to ask for a holiday, you will insist on the work. The legs are frozen, lose consciousness, and the body is in the cold battle. It's so young, it's too late, no sick.
The most terrible is winter digging in the winter.
Winter free, often carry out basic construction of farmland, that is, digging the river, flat, causing, opening channels, etc.
I have just passed the New Year's Day, and many people sent a lot of people to Ci Town to dig. The town is far away, can't come back in the evening, can only carry a cover. In a holiday hall, a straw on the cement floor is our bed. In the evening, everyone in a line of lie on the ground, but it can't scattered.
Remember, it is open a new river. There is no machine to help the soil, and completely dig all over the hand. The men dig with shovel, and women use bamboo. When the river digs to the depth, the soil has been wet, and it is very heavy. The river is dug down according to the shape of the ladder, the more the steps of the ladder are, and people can't be onFace walk. So, can only give up the coex, arrange a column, and the people under the bottom will hold the mud, and one person will pass the past.As the labor force is not enough, the team is very sparse, the passage between the previous person and the latter one needs to throw it. When the work is taken, everyone has become a mud. I didn't have a bath, and even the hot water was pitiful, I can wash it on a face. There is no water to clean the clothes, just piled up, dig off some dry mud, and continue to wear the next day. A few days later, clothes were hard to gain hard, and the original colors were all argued.
Tiangong did not make beautiful, and there was a small rain, and he did not finish. In winter, the raincoat of the plastic texture is hard, soon throwing the mud block of throwing, the neckline, cuffs, the legs are all raining. In the cold wind, the cold hands have become unknowing by the pain when the cold hands are throwing. The mud block that did not catch was falling around and accumulated into the soil. The feet trapped in the mud pile, the same consciousness is all, just standing mechanically. When the legs, the foot is numb, and there is no pain. I went to a pair of canvas running shoes, I have already become a boot. When I went to the stove of the temporary house in the evening, the hot breath plus one day of fatigue, I was confused, almost burn the shoes. To be so, I can only make barefoot the next day, too sad.
When you are young, blood is not too popular, and the winter hands must have frostbite. In the days of digging the river, frostbite is even more crazy, and the hands are swollen like a steamed bun. The fingers are like carrots, and the foot is even more painful. Anyway during the day, in numbness, hurt, in bed in bed, stand slowly warm, itchy, itchy, I can't wait to unload your hand, the taste is unforgettable!
On the field of winter, empty and bleak. North wind drills from the wooden gaps of the eaves, full of cold, can only be lazy in the nest.
Fast New Year, the rice cake factory in the brigade has opened, and you can change it. Winter is good, farm life is much less, we can often lazy bed. In the afternoon, the stomach began to "咕", the lazy worms in the Qing Die, who turned the representative, and Shengmu to the Nianki Cake Factory in the village, in exchange for a few annual cake. Through the convenience store in the village, then buy a few bags of beans, and wrapped in the rice cake. Sitting in the bed, eating soft soft, sweet and crispy rice cake, really feelHappiness is incomparable.
Thought jumped in the intermittent memory, all the impression of the winter, the impression on the field of the winter.Good, today's rural, winter crops have entered the warm shed, mechanized, has already replaced people's work, and farmers have a heating equipment. Although, the wind on the field is still violent, but the winter will not be cold in the past.
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