as you meet

The person beside him who had been smiling and responding suddenly fell silent. Song Shihe looked up and saw Ji Yusheng's ears that were starting to turn red.Song Shihe felt that Shengsheng was a little too cute, so he couldn't help joking with him again, seeing him even more flustered, but he knew it couldn't be like that now, so he could only lower his head and force himself to focus on the work at hand.

Before he can't restrain his liking, he must first be a polite and restrained person. This is his love, not rough, wild, like a beast meeting its prey, but restrained, polite, and trickling. The fine spring water is general.

"In comparison, I think me and Shengsheng are the most romantic thing." Song Shihe tried his best to restrain his thoughts and said casually.

Wild beasts are not easy to trap, so the last sentence was messed up by bad thoughts, and Song Shihe's goal seemed to be achieved inadvertently.

When he realized what he said, he turned his head and found that Ji Yusheng buried his head very low, and the back of his neck was reddened, as if there was a layer of burning clouds perched on his neck.

Why do I always feel that my body is out of control?With my father's strict and even excessive emphasis on etiquette, I obviously shouldn't be like that.Whenever this kind of thing happened before, he would only feel that he was rude and afraid of his father's scolding, but for some reason, after seeing Sheng Sheng's reaction, he felt that it was not bad to make such mistakes occasionally.

Because Shengsheng began to feel that making mistakes is also something to be happy about. Maybe it is really spring.

"Sorry, what I mean is that I think the creation I just mentioned and the continuation of vitality mentioned by Shengsheng just now are extremely romantic things."

In order to cover up his gaffe, Song Shihe tried to bring the topic back to normal and added:

"So don't ask yourself to pursue those so-called "black romances", write what you miss, unforgettable, and want to write, that is the best poetry. Poetry should be your free thought planet, not produced under the control of others cage."

Only then did Huoshaoyun become a little paler, and Ji Yusheng raised his head a little and said:

"Hmm...um!" He nodded vigorously while speaking.

"Do you need me to cut it for you?" Ji Yusheng tried to change the subject, but after saying this, he found that Song Shihe had put down the scissors.

Ah, I really have the worst diversion technique.

Song Shihe took back the scissors again, handed them to Ji Yusheng and said:

"You can trim it for me again, I'll go get something."

Then stand up.

"Ok."

After Song Shihe went into the house to get things, Ji Yusheng started to build plastic bottles. When he started to build, he found that the upper half of the plastic bottle was cut like a hair that was tangled. Thinking of Song Shihe's hard trimming just now, Ji Yusheng couldn't help but secretly laughed , he thought amusingly while pruning:

"Mr. Song is surprisingly not good at these things."

The sound of the door being opened suddenly came from the balcony where there had been only a few scissors, and Song Shihe came out with a thin book.

"It's done." Ji Yusheng looked back at Song Shihe, raised the two half plastic bottles in his hand and said.

Song Shihe first took the scissors from Ji Yusheng's hand, and then took two plastic bottles, shook them and said:

"Thank you, winter is getting closer and closer to us~"

Then he sat down directly, and asked while flipping through the book in his hand:

"Ever read Eliot's Wasteland?"

"Maybe I've read it, but I don't quite remember it." Ji Yusheng said as he moved closer, trying to see which poem it was, in an attempt to evoke his memory.

After Song Shihe turned to the correct page number, he said:

"I like this poem very much. He is so special. Some people see the desolation of the night, and some people see the hope of the sky."

"Aprilist the cruelest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the deadland, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dullrootswithspringrain.

Winterkeptus warm, covering

Earth information forgetful snow, feeding

Alittle life with dried tubers..."

"And when we were children, staying atthearch-duke's,

Mycousin's, hetookmeoutonasled,

And I was frightened. He said, Marie,

Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.

Inthe mountains, there you feel free."

Following Song Shihe's voice, Ji Yusheng felt that the sun shining on the balcony was slowly fading, and he seemed to melt into a drop of water, which first flowed down the roots of the plants to the corpses in spring, and then turned into snow in winter, covering them Quilt.

"I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. (1)"

"I read in the middle of the night and go south in winter."

"Now, I also want to go to see the snow scene with you in summer."

Hearing him say this, it seems that he can really be like a poet, panting and running to the north with luggage in summer to see the snow.The journey is long, but worth it for the winter.

"April is cruel, but October is gentle. Summer is dull vegetation, but winter is warm quilt. Therefore, there is no season worth traveling more than winter."

While listening to this, Ji Yusheng wondered if Song Shihe was wrong, because October should still be autumn, and now he still doesn't understand why Song Shihe's winter starts in October.

Song Shihe stretched out his hand to caress the line of the poem, and said with some amusement:

"The poet is going to the south, but I want to go to winter through his poems. It sounds contradictory and funny."

Seeing Song Shihe looking at the book expectantly, his fingertips trembling slightly, Ji Yusheng said aloud:

"But Mr. Song can do it, because Elliot will be very willing to help his friend, won't he?"

Song Shihe was stunned when he heard the words, still stroking those words in his hands.Ji Yusheng read the line of the poem along his fingertips,

"I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter."

Listening to his words, Song Shihe felt as if he was approaching Dong Ye step by step.

Then Ji Yusheng looked up at him and asked:

"So you want to take me to winter together? Mr. Song? When?"

When Song Shihe raised his head, he saw the shadow on the ground, and found that the shadow was much closer than their current relationship. There was only an inch of dazzling light between Shengsheng and him in the shadow. He only needed to move forward a little, and he could cross the light and kiss the shadow of Shengsheng. , you can hear Shengsheng tell how much he would like to go to see the snow in winter with him.He stared at the shadow, and then quietly moved closer. He wanted to engrave this shadow into his mind, so that every time memories surged, this shadow was the first wave to turn.

I don’t know when it started, I always think that if I can become an object, if I can become a shadow, then I can kiss you in the snow one by one

A sudden gust of cold wind interrupted Song Shihe's thoughts and brought Song Shihe back to his senses. Seeing the shadows that were close to each other and Shengsheng close in front of him, he stepped back a little in an instant.

Song Shihe didn't expect that he would be such a shy person when facing Shengsheng.

Run away with a kiss, so embarrassing.Song Shihe thought so.

Seeing Song Shihe's sudden and large retreat, Ji Yusheng asked with some doubts:

"what happened?"

These thoughts in my heart that are about to burst out of the window can’t be found by Shengsheng, otherwise Shengsheng may be burned by his surging emotions and run away, so Song Shihe turned his eyes away, shook his head pretending to be innocent and said, " Nothing", then closed the book, and asked Ji Yusheng nervously:

"Would you...will you go to a childish winter with me?"

"Winter is a childish season, isn't it?" Ji Yusheng asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Song Shihe's eyes brightened, as if the snow was shining into his eyes, he pulled Ji Yusheng up, then handed him the upper half of one of the plastic bottles on the table, and led him into the room.After opening the window screen and walking in the door, a faint herbal fragrance hits the face. This fragrance is not strong, it is a neutral fragrance, but it reminds Ji Yusheng of trees covered in snow and frost in winter, and trees covered with frost. The sea, but you can taste a faint sweetness mixed with it when you smell it carefully.

It was as if what had just been opened was not a screen door, but a train bound for Snow Country (2).

Song Shihe dragged him to the bathroom, where there was a small basin, and the water in the basin was the origin of Snow Country.Song Shihe handed Ji Yusheng a towel and a rubber band, tied the towel and the plastic bottle together and put them in the water, saying:

"Shengsheng, like me, first tie the towel to the plastic bottle and put it in here."

Ji Yusheng did as Song Shihe said, and after finishing, Song Shihe said:

"You try blowing hard on the mouth of the bottle."

Ji Yusheng blew on the mouth of the bottle, and the pure white foam with the breath of winter fell to the ground.Just as Ji Yusheng opened his eyes wide and looked at the light, floating foam, Song Shihe said:

"Look, it's snowing."

Ji Yusheng stretched out his hand to catch the foam flying in the air, and the cold foam fell on his hand, like snow meeting heat, so the foam began to melt and flow away, the small bubbles occasionally opened and closed, like breathing snow.

Ji Yusheng held the "snow" that was about to melt completely, looked up at Song Shihe, his eyes were crescent-shaped, and said:

"Mr. Song, look, it's snow that can breathe."

So Song Shihe also laughed, not only because of the clever snow, but also because of the owner of this sentence.He looked at the falling snow and said:

"Well, it's a unique winter."

Later, they took the plastic bottles of water from the Snow Country and the "master" of the snow to the balcony. With every breath they exhaled vigorously, a piece of snow fell from the sky, and their noses were filled with a hint of sweet herbal smell. They started to play A song to winter.

In Song Shihe's eyes, the foam floating in the air with the coolness of sea salt and the neutral fragrance of herbs reflected the eyes as clear as falling snow, the ivory skin, and the perfectly curved, smiling face. Lips are like the broken secret and precious treasure map in the temple, only when they become one, it is a season.

He felt that this scene was like telling him that there was only one season in his life, which was full, full, and full of life.Every day of his existence is a spring full of roses.

Just as he was thinking this way, a piece of snow drifted between them, and they seemed to be looking at the snow and staring at each other.

Suddenly, the bubble burst, making a soft "pop" sound.

Song Shihe thought, Bubble kissed Shengsheng politely on his behalf, conveying his heart gracefully.

The foam floats in the summer, I want to kiss the snow and you in the winter.So before next October, can you hope you'll read the secret of the rainy day?

Ji Yusheng didn't understand why he was watching the snow, but his heart beat fast at the moment the snow broke, as if he woke up from hibernation instantly.

He suddenly couldn't be sure, was he looking at the snow?Or are you looking at something else?

When he was thinking this way, Song Shihe suddenly smiled at him, he felt that the whole world became quiet, and his own heartbeat could be heard clearly, he only hoped that the breathing of the snow floating on the balcony could be amplified so as to cover it up His unusual heartbeat.

At this moment, Song Shihe blew on the snow in his hand and asked:

"Shengsheng, do you want to build a snowman?"

The snow blown by Song Shihe fell among them one after another, but they all love to break when they fall to the height of their lips, as if deliberately never landing, as if deliberately wanting to shock you when you reach the end of your senses, so that The sight you look at after the snow cannot be forgotten.

Hearing these words and the sound of snow withering, Ji Yusheng only had one thought in his mind:

Song Shihe can't talk anymore, because if he talks again, his heart will beat even more crazily, as if he used the heartbeat of his whole life in today's winter.

He felt like a tuning fork, when he encountered a tuning fork with exactly the same vibration frequency, so the vibration was continuously amplified, and the pure and single song he sang became louder and louder, but he couldn't stop, he could only keep being subjected to another tuning fork The impact, uncontrollably vibrating continuously, is constantly amplified.

Before reading Yu Guangzhong's "Moonlight and Snow Color", you are the third kind of stunning beauty. Ji Yusheng only felt that it was probably just a poet's too romantic fantasy, and this feeling might never appear in his own life.

Until this moment, he suddenly felt that between the sunshine and the snow, there might really be a third kind in his life.

Because Song Shihe seems to have the ability to always make him feel excessive, to make his heart beat too fast, to let his imagination flourish too much, to make himself unable to move his eyes away from his excessive "inhumanity".

Song Shihe seems to always be full of surprises and new ideas. Ji Yusheng couldn't find the exact words to describe him, he only knew that it must be a unique word.

While Ji Yusheng was still surprised, Song Shihe had already entered the room and brought out some ice cubes and toothpicks, and said happily:

"Let's do a Néle Azevedo."

As soon as the ice came into contact with the table and made a "clang" sound, the bottom began to melt. Song Shihe immediately started to build a snowman in a hurry and said seriously:

"As expected of an artist with a delicate mind, the problem of global warming is indeed serious."

But these ice cubes were like naughty children playing snowball fights in winter, they didn't listen to Song Shihe's words at all, they piled up and then ran away.Seeing Song Shihe looking annoyed at the little ice cube that kept escaping, and still muttering words, Ji Yusheng only found this side of Mr. Song novel and funny.

Seeing that Ji Yusheng was smiling, Song Shihe withdrew his hand that was red from the cold, and said helplessly:

"Shengsheng, are you laughing at me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the newly piled ice cubes slid down again and hit the table with a slight "bang".

Ji Yusheng couldn't help but say:

"No, Mr. Song has to work hard, it's about to succeed."

"Bang one by one" after saying this, another piece of ice also fell on the table.

Seeing the shattered snowman, Song Shihe could only ask the people around him for help.

"Shengsheng, they are disobedient, you have to help me."

"Haha, you can put a bigger ice cube underneath, like this." Ji Yusheng smiled and stretched out his hand to change the position of the ice cube, and the outline of the little snowman came out.

Miraculously, the naughty ice cube listened to Ji Yusheng's words by accident, and stood upright for him to insert two toothpicks, so that they could swing their arms casually.

"Is Shengsheng from the Snow Country?" Song Shihe put away a frozen hand, and asked with his chin squinted at him who was "healing" the snowman.

"Huh?" Ji Yusheng, who was concentrating on adjusting the position of the toothpick, said a little puzzled.

"Otherwise, why does it listen to you so much?" Song Shihe pointed to the "little snowman" and said.Although this snowman is not the most beautiful snowman he has ever built, it is the snowman he wants to keep most.

"Then Mr. Song is from Xia Tian?"

"Huh?" Song Shihe was stunned when he returned.

"Otherwise, why does it melt physically and mentally when it touches you?"

As soon as Ji Yusheng finished saying this, Song Shihe's expression became a little strange, as if he had heard something unbelievable, and then lowered his head.

When he raised his head again, what Ji Yusheng saw was Song Shihe, who held his chin with his backhand and covered his mouth with his palm, leaving only his eyes with a particularly bright smile. He said with a smile:

"Then I hope I can also have the ability to melt people."

Ji Yusheng, who was adjusting the position of the toothpick, shook his hand for some reason after hearing this sentence, and the snowman production failed again.Ji Yusheng looked annoyed at the half-melted ice cubes. Seeing this, Song Shihe was not disappointed at all. Instead, he stood up very actively and went to get a few more ice cubes. After sitting down, he took one and put it in the center of the table, and said happily :

"Let's create together."

Watching Ji Yusheng happily "build" a snowman with ice cubes and toothpicks, Song Shihe said while fiddling with the ice cubes:

"I used this method originally, but I was worried that you would think I was naive."

Ji Yusheng, who was building the third ice cube, nodded and said, "It really surprises me that Mr. Song would do such a thing."

"Really? Haha, why?"

"Mr. Song's lectures are serious and careful. I thought Mr. Song was a professor of the "scholar school"..."

"Haha, is that the kind of professor with a beard, old-fashioned eyes on the nose, and a face full of "I'm a scholar, you have to listen to me" and doesn't accept anything new?"

Song Shihe's description really made several very specific images appear in Ji Yusheng's mind. He raised his hand and covered his mouth with the back of his hand that didn't occupy the ice and said with a smile:

"Pfft, Professor Song, are you mocking other professors in the school?"

"No, I'm just proving that on the surface, I'm no longer that kind of "scholar" professor."

"Well, I know Mr. Song is special."

Song Shihe was stunned for a while, then put his hand on his chin, looked at Ji Yusheng with a bright smile and asked:

"Special?" Ji Yusheng looked at Song Shihe looking expectantly at Song Shihe with his chin resting on his face, and for a moment he didn't know how to react, so he patted the table with a "slap", pointed to the piled up ice cubes and said.

"Okay...Okay, it's almost time!"

Hearing this, Song Shihe took a few toothpicks and handed them to Ji Yusheng, and then Ji Yusheng continued to concentrate on making "snowmen".

Song Shihe, who was completely ignored after handing over the toothpick, had no choice but to reach for the bottle and continue blowing out "snow", trying to prolong this short winter captured in summer as much as possible.

Perhaps with a trace of dissatisfaction that he didn't realize, Song Shihe blew especially vigorously in his first breath, so the biggest piece of the blown snow fell on Shengsheng's hair, and then slid down with the hair .

"Sorry!" Song Shihe apologized in a panic, threw down the bottle and took out a tissue to help Ji Yusheng wipe it off, but he didn't notice the wet and slippery floor full of soap when he panicked, and fell forward when his feet slipped go.

"Mr. Song be careful one by one"

Song Shihe's whole body was almost on Ji Yusheng's body. Fortunately, he supported the table next to him with one hand, which prevented him from falling completely.

After he regained his composure, he saw Ji Yusheng who was covered in snow, and the butterfly bone exposed by his slightly oversized clothes. From the side, it looked like a wing that would flap in the next moment, but he knew that it was not a broken wing, it was not yet Stretched wings.It's just that this overly thin body always makes Song Shihe feel heartache.Before he could apologize, Ji Yusheng turned around and laughed first:

"Mr. Song, are you going to have a snowball fight?"

The snow was still falling on the balcony, and the room was filled with the smell of winter. Song Shihe was completely stunned when he saw Ji Yusheng, whose eyebrows were covered with snow like a crescent moon, as if he was giving him a flawless smile in the harsh winter.

It is a smile that is more eye-catching than snow, and more powerful than a snow scene. It looks like a bright moon and flowing silver, and it also seems to be the first snow, or the snow that never fades under the sun (4).

Song Shihe felt as if he was in a winter night that was radiant because of the visit of snow, stepping on the soft snow, looking up, he could see the new snow and the bright moon reflecting each other, and looking down, he could see the shimmering snow covered by the icy translucent quilt. Glowing transparent branches, it is a bright light all winter.

And the most eye-catching thing is the sweetheart in front of him.

Seeing Song Shihe staring blankly at him without any intention of getting up, Ji Yusheng thought he was hurt somewhere, so he asked carefully:

"Mr. Song? Did you get hurt somewhere?"

When he asked this sentence, the snow on his eyebrows melted due to his overly vigorous breathing, and Song Shihe suddenly came back to his senses.After regaining his senses, Song Shihe straightened up immediately, and covered the corner of the table with his hand to prevent Ji Yusheng from bumping into it when he got up. After that, he withdrew his hand and rubbed his hair with some embarrassment, saying,

"It's okay, it's... it's a snowball fight,"

As he said that, he grabbed a handful of foam with the other hand and threw it into the air with some intention of concealing it. This winter that was about to dry up suddenly became full again.

Ji Yusheng pointed to the foam that Song Shihe waved, and said:

"I can see it haha, I never thought that Mr. Song was a "troublemaker" like us before!"

Watching Ji Yusheng sit up again and say this to him after finishing his clothes, Song Shihe opened his mouth and said cautiously:

"Sorry, I'm so naive."

Ji Yusheng sat up, rearranged the ice cubes and toothpicks, touched the snowman's head with one hand and shook his head with a smile and said:

"But winter is a season of cleanness, innocence, innocence and childishness."

Song Shihe was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly, and sighed in his heart: Shengsheng, why do you always make everything so reasonable?

Song Shihe nodded in agreement and said:

"It is true that children who are babbling may write the best poetry."

"Well, I think winter is also the season of color, because the annoying sunshine in summer is a joyful, longing, and anticipating existence in winter."

After hearing what Ji Yusheng said, Song Shihe understood it, and asked him with a smile while holding his head.

"Do you have any ideas about the poems for the competition?"

"Hmm!" Ji Yusheng looked at the snowman and replied firmly.

As Mr. Song said, just write down what you miss and love.

"I am looking forward."

Hearing Song Shihe's words, Ji Yusheng was worried that Song Shihe expected too much of him, but he would disappoint him in the end, so he said in a panic:

"Ah, I haven't written poetry before, and I..."

When he was talking about this, Ji Yusheng suddenly remembered the "poem" he had written to his husband before, and paused for a while, but after thinking about it carefully, it was not a poem at all.

But Song Shihe became very happy,

"Then Shengsheng and I wrote the first poem together?"

"Yes... I think Mr. Song's inspiration is really great! I just don't know if I can write it well..."

"I think life will be fine." Song Shihe interrupted him.

When will Shengsheng have more confidence in himself?Shengsheng is spring, a season that can revive all things.

After receiving Song Shihe's encouragement, Ji Yusheng secretly made up his mind to write this poem that he and Song Shihe searched for inspiration well.

"Thank you, Mr. Song, I will work hard."

Seeing Ji Yusheng's serious face, Song Shihe thought he was too cute, so he couldn't help laughing.

"No need to feel pressured, no matter what kind of poem is finally written, I am looking forward to it."

The foam was still flying in the air, and they suddenly became quiet, as if they were watching a snowfall.After a while, Song Shihe put his hands behind his back, looked at a few snowflakes that were still dancing, and said:

"Suddenly, winter feels more like spring."

"Yes, all four seasons are beautiful seasons." Ji Yusheng said this, because he felt that the vitality of spring, the singing of cicadas in summer, the red leaves of autumn and the snow in winter are all rare and beautiful scenery in the world.

Song Shihe tapped the "little snowman" with his fingers and pretended not to say:

"Shengsheng, this December,"

The little snowman's body was melted a little by the temperature of his fingers, so he looked up and said:

"Let's go see the snow together."

"I want to see real snow with you."

Although the eyes are shining, there is a little bit of anxiety. Love before it is on the right track seems to be like this. It is cautious and apprehensive but always has anticipation. He is worried that his temperature can melt the snowman but not others, but he is still looking forward to it. Answer.

The snowy light from the balcony melted into the new moonlight in Ji Yusheng's eyes. Ji Yusheng looked at Song Shihe and nodded, saying:

"it is good."

That was the happiest tone he could use in the past few years, and it was also the most beautiful moon that could appear in his eyes.

The dark clouds and uneasiness have all dissipated. This is also the most exciting promise Song Shihe has ever made in his life, so at this moment he wants to write thousands of poems, all pointing to him, to this winter, and to this promise.

Smelling the smell of the first snow, Song Shihe and Ji Yusheng's eyes reflected the snow scene of December winter.

The snowman made a crackling sound from the inside before the ice melted, and then slowly melted, leaving only two toothpicks with their heads overlapped, lying quietly in the sea in a figure-eight shape.

They are waiting for the winter in December, waiting for the sound knocking on the door of their hearts.

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The word count is too high, so I paste it here:

(1) The poem comes from "The Waste Land" Eliot

Because of the rhyme, the English version is quoted in the article. The following is the Chinese translation of the whole poem, and the version translated by Mr. Zha Liangzheng is selected.

April is the cruelest, since the dead

The land breeds cloves, mixed

Memories and desires, let the spring rain

Stirring the dull roots.

Keep us warm in winter and bring the earth

Buried in the forgotten snow, made it dry

The bulb has a little life.

Summer came unexpectedly, with a shower

To Stanbergisy; we hid under the porch,

When the sun comes out, go to Hofgarden

Went for coffee and chatted for another hour.

I'm not Russian, I'm originally from Lithuania, and I'm pure German.

When we were young, we were guests at the Grand Duke's house,

That's my cousin, he took me out sledding,

I'm scared to death.He said, Mary, Mary,

Hurry up.So we rushed down.

In the mountains, you will feel comfortable.

I read in the middle of the night and went to the south in winter.

(2) "Snow Country" Kawabata Yasunari

Because I felt that the first paragraph in Snow Country could concretely present the journey to winter, so I boldly quoted it.