第一章旧死一这一年冬天多雪。冬至过后,就几乎天天没断。雪也不大,啰里啰嗦,似总有话说,却又不肯一吐为快。天边挂满抹布般的脏云。有时太阳好不容易露出半张脸来,家家户户把被子抱出去晒,人刚进到屋里,那边的乌云就追了过来,待慌里慌张把被子抱回屋,头发上已经凝了一层薄薄的霜雪。到了中午,千家万户的烟囱里冒出烟来,空气中弥漫着木柴和煤炭燃烧的气息,从巍峨的黄河大堤上向下望去,一派人间冷暖。城外,收获过后的田野显得格外荒凉,灰暗的大地与天空融为一体。 The first chapter died in the old year snowy winter. After the winter solstice, almost every day did not break. Snow is not large, long-winded, like always saying, but refused to spit fast. Dense cloud covered with rags. Sometimes the sun is not easy to reveal half a face, every household to hold the quilt out of the sun, people just entered the house, the dark clouds over there to catch up, to panic in the quilt hugged back to the house, the hair has been condensed layer Thin frosty snow. By noon, thousands of households smoke chimney smoke, the air filled with wood and coal burning atmosphere, looked down from the towering Yellow River embankment, one sent warmth. Outside the city, after harvest the field is particularly desolate, gloomy earth and the sky into one.