一入冬的第一场大烟泡劈头盖脸刮了五天,往年呜嗷的也就三天,风三儿嘛。这场烟泡儿,发疯似的撕扯张广才岭,绵延的群山都嗷嗷叫,几百年的红松都撼动了,有些碗口粗的白桦树使劲挺直小蛮腰,挺着挺着,嘎叭叭,折了。直到七十年后的今天,仍能在方志中查到关于这场暴风雪的简短描述,暴风雪之后鲜为人知的故事,却找不到记载,哪怕是只言片语。七十年前的那场风雪停下来的当晚,在松花江岸边不远处一个叫双城堡的小城镇,一座古朴的四合院里有三个人听到风雪停止的消息后,展 A winter’s first big smoke bubble head scraping face five days in previous years, mom also three days, the wind three children thing. This bubble children, like crazy tear Zhang Guangcai Ridge, the rolling hills are howling, hundreds of years of pine are shaken, and some rough thick birch tree straightening waistline, straightening, Gaotuan, folded. Until seventy years later, we can still find a brief description of the snowstorm in the local chronicle, a little-known story after the snowstorm, but can not find the record, even if it is only a few words. That snowstorm seventy years ago stopped the night, not far from the banks of the Songhua River, a small town called Shuangchengbao, a quaint courtyard of three people heard the news of the snowstorm stop after the show