In the winter night singing fish

Is a vast gray sky , the birds left the stillness of the north. Huoshao sink to the mountain side. Hill , the wind burst of cold after a while , humilis in the wind blows . Eyes crossed a ridge road , a person will be in the shadow of gloom Xieguo breeze , gradually clear . My sister and I was in this evening , in such a ridge waiting for his father , and his father in the hands of the fish .

Father's hands carrying a tail Pangtou , this head -heavy , the rural inexpensive fish, it is suitable for my father's purchasing power . Father meager wages to feed a six , only occasionally buy this fish . He rarely smiled , only gave us when tethered cord grass fish " Hey" several more. In the darkness, very white teeth , which he left me the deepest impression.

I dashed to the fish to the mother . Sister behind to catch up unsteadily . Mother took the fish, scraping scales , tick gills, the belly , the whole fish into small pieces , skilled and hectic . When mixed with the smell of pine rapeseed oil smoke Jumping Mi open to the right time, the kitchen has become a warm heart , to convene a man surrounded together , urging her mother to refill fuel furnace . Flames licking out from the stove , the back wall of the mother's shadow paste , suddenly suddenly small , mottled swaying . Gang Feng winding window frames sobbing , the house 's temperature rises , the heat is scattered toward the cold break .

Pot of water boiling up . Grunt , the fish began to sing in the water from one part into another part. This is the world's most beautiful music, delicious food to pass information . At this point, do not forget the big sister siblings set an example , pretend to do homework lying on the stove ; sister with thick dark mahogany combed her long braids , eyes with Jumping steam rises ; sister and I , fights around the stove , bluff , unlike weekdays battle to vent their anger , but a feeling of happiness , the affectation , pretending Jiaochen . Father dark , solemn face and loving smile, although sitting in silence , while his heart is inevitable waves passing moments of joy, the sight of his achievements.

I do not know how long time has passed , the mother summarized Qizui , blowing the lid on the steam . Opened the lid , as uncover a mystery . How about fish ? Mother planted a lot of green onion, red pepper . The lid is closed, she lived with a towel around the pot and cover the gap , so that the steam stuffy in the pot , but still can not stop the oozing fragrant .

Fish cooked, mothers eating fish soup with soup . She brushed greedy children we crossed chopsticks , pick out a few large prickly fish, put a small bowl . In our dazed eyes out fragrant mixing room.

With a warm bowl with cold , followed his mother pushing the thatched door. Warm the cold fish so blind grandfather 's cabin also won temperatures. Elderly ate there were tears gush, I do not know the reason too hot ?

Is also a winter's night , the elderly lonely away. Before his death , he told those present that he was glad that the winter time , because my mother gave him to eat his fish . His hand touched his chest and said: " Here, very warm ! "

Another winter . Dusk, we no longer go to the hills around. My father died in the fall of that year . Sister's yellow hair tie has become a pigtail, we gradually grow up. But we often miss that kind of winter , warm in the cold only perception, winter is the first one in my life course .

Cold strikes, heating is required , and do not let a man alone.