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火盆,我记忆里的温暖,那种暖是徐徐缓缓的,慢慢温到心里流到血液里的暖。上世纪,我有记忆时起,北方乡村人家每户必备一个火盆,与冬天相伴。我的家在祖国的大北方,一个偏远的小山村。每到冬季寒风凛冽,漫天飞雪,大人们为了生计发愁、奔波,没有心思欣赏山村银装素裹一望无垠的景色,也可能是司空见惯,熟悉的地方没有风景。而孩童们不知愁滋味,堆雪人打雪仗,冻得鼻涕老长,照玩
Brazier, the warmth of my memory, that kind of warm slowly, slowly warm to the heart of the blood flow to the warmth. In the last century, when I had memories, there was an essential brazier for every household in the northern country, accompanied by winter. My home is in the great northern part of the motherland, a remote mountain village. Every cold and windy winter, blizzard, adults are worried about their livelihood, rushing, no thought to enjoy the mountain village silver wrapped in an oasis of boundless view, it may be commonplace, familiar place without landscape. The children do not know the unpleasant taste, making snowmen snowball fight, frozen nose long nose, according to play