上世纪60年代末的一个冬天,一场一场的雪接踵而至。这不,快过年了,窗外大片大片的雪又慢悠悠地飘了起来,把娘的心飘得火烧火燎。刚开始飘雪团的时候,娘就把家里能烧的柴草背到堂屋的灶旁,除了惦着爹何时回来,我们在炕上围着娘很欢喜。炕是火炕,暖烘烘的,烧炕的锯末是爹冬闲帮人家打家具剩下的。 A winter of the late 1960s, a field of snow followed. This is not, New Year’s Eve, a large tracts of snow outside the window and slowly floating up, the mother’s heart blowing in full bloom. At the beginning of the snow group, the mother put the firewood home burning back to the house next to the stove, except when my father came back, we are very happy around the mother on the kang. Kang is a kang, warm baking, burning kha ki sawdust is helpless winter furniture to help others to play the rest of the family.