Dadshomemaybeacommonthingforyou,justlikeeatingthreemealsaday.Butforme,itwasa"chance".BecausedadisironfourBureau,perennialworkinthefield,onlyonetimetocomeback.Soitsagoodthingtobehappytocomeback.Ofcourse,motherishappy,too.So,havepityonher,promisedmeonChristmasEveaskedtoseethemovieontheinternet.Soweopenedthecomputer,openedtheheater,andsatbythebedandwatchedthemovie.Momleft,Dadontheright,Isatamongthem,althoughtheoutsidewindwhistled,lascivious,butawarmhome.
Whenthefilmwasjustopen,Isuddenlyfeltalackofsomething.Oh,snacks!HomesnacksIfinishedearly.So,Dadvolunteeredtobuyfood.WhenDadwentout,mymotherandIwatchedthefilmwithgreatattention.Thismoviecalled"Christmaslegend",isaboutalittleboyparentsdied,wasbroughtinthesamevillage.EveryChristmasday,hechangedhislife.So,everyChristmasEve,heputhisearlytoysinfrontofeverydoorthathadbeenraisedforhim.Whenhegrewup,hebecame"SantaClaus",sittinginasled,appearingoverthenightofpeace...
Attheendofthefilm,Dadcameback.Hisfacewasredwithcold,homekepthanginghandwarmer.Heboughtabigbagofsnacks.IrejoicedwhenIsawthisbigpileofmyfavoritesnacks.Butmomblameddadforwastingmoney,andallofitwasjunkfood.Butdadsaid,"itshardtomakechildrenhappyandhappyonChristmasday."Dadalsobought8unusualapplesathighprices,andeachapplewasinscribedwith"love".Ieatthe"love"apple,lookatthemovieaboutlove,andfeeltheloveofmymomanddad.
ThisChristmasEve,becausemyfatherisathome,Ifeelverywarm.
TheChristmasEveofthatyear,asusual,tookmeanafternoonoftimetoelaboratemylittleroom.ThinkingaboutSantaClaus,agiggleoflaughterinmymouth."IdontknowwhatkindofsurprisetheSantaClauswillbringmethisyear!"
"Mom,"Icantwaittoaskmymother,"whatdoyousaytheSantaClauswillsendmethisyear?"Momlookedattheinnocentfaceofme.Heputdownhisbusybusinessandsmiled.Hesaid,"Santaknowsyourchildsheartmostclearly.Thegifthegivesyouwillneverdisappointyou.Intheeveningyoujusthavetosleepinpeace."Afterlisteningtomymotherswords,myheartwasitchingmore.
Finally,whenitwasdark,Iturnedoffthelightsintheroomandlayquietlyonthebed.Icantwait,andIcantsleep.Thebrainisstillclear.
Allofasudden,Ithoughtofanidea,soletmewitnessmyheartsSantaClaus.That'sagoodidea.That'sthewayyoudoit!
Hearasecondtimeinthepassageoftime,mysleepyyawnoneafteranother.ButIthinkofseeingSantaClaus,rubbingmyeyes,andspirited.
Ireallycantwait,listen,"heeheewhiz"voiceoutside.Iwassuddenlynervous.IsthisthevoiceofSantaClausdrivinghiselktoourhome?
Myroomdoorwasgentlypushingaheadintomydooratthistime,myheartpounding,likeasmallrabbitinsideonlyaliveandkicking.Icoveredmyheadwithaquilt,andIdarednotlookatit.WhenSantaClausisgivingmegifts,Icantholdmycuriosityinmyheartandsneakaglimpseofthequilt.
Iwasbothsurprisedanddisappointedbytheeyeofpeeking.Thefigureinfrontofmewasnotaredandwhitecoat,abigbootofSantaClaus.Sheisnotwhosheismother!
Atthismoment,Ithoughtofathingloudlyshoutout."Quick,bringsocksforme,Iwillputitonthebed."Dormitorymembersoffrowningpuzzled,Ifitintoalearnedprofessorwithrelish,said:"don'tknowthis,andlettheprofessorletmeteachyou,legendhasitthattherewillbeaSantaClaus,ChristmasandwhenChristmasEvethatnight,hewouldhavecomefromthechimneytobeafraidofus,aslongasyouputwhatyouwanttowriteonthepaperinthesockhesawwillsatisfyyourdesire,letyourdreamscometrue!"Saythatfinish,youhurryup,"wedon'thavethechimney?Thisdormitorywillhenottogiveus?"Allinnocent,curioussaid.HahaIlaughedaloud,it'soklet'sgivehemadeafalsechimneynothaveit,hewillfindtheentrancetothegiftstous.So,allinhighspiritsmadeup.Soonready,andthenwetookasockandapieceofpapertowriteonthegift,theywantexcitementittosocks,lookingforwardtotheemergenceofSantaClaus...
So,wewithgreatexpectationandoverworkedbodywasasleep,sleepuntildawn.
Inthisway,ChristmasEveisspenthappily,youwillneverforgetthedaynight!
IremembereveryDecember,Ialwayspullmymomanddadshandandask,Dad,mom,willSantaClauscomethisyear?
Willthewill,hewillputthegiftsinyoursmellysocks,Christmasyouwakeupwillseepull!
Iwantacar,IwantAltmanandiceTomatoesonsticks!
Well,theresall!TheSantaClauswillmeetyou.Momalwayssaysthat.
So,withasecretwish,hewaitedforthegiftofSantaClaus.OnthenightofChristmasEve,mothercametomybedandtoldmethatSantawouldcomeandgivemegiftsifIwasgoodatbed.Then,momwouldsay,"Okay,baby,sleepwell."Momtookyourdirtyclothesandwashedthem,andtheywerecleantomorrow.Christmasdayopenmyeyes,alwaysseeasmallsockshanginginmybed,itlooksheavy.Thereareallkindsofgifts,althoughitisnotthesameeveryyear,butitisinlinewithmywishes.
EverytimeaChristmasgiftisreceived,therearealwaysavarietyoflabelsattachedtoit.IthinkitwasSantaClauswhoknewwhatIlikedandwenttothestoreandboughtitforme.
ButoneChristmasEveIhappenedtobedreaming,andsuddenlyIwasawakened.AtthistimeIheardthedooroftheroomrotated,andIquicklyclosedmyeyesandnarrowedonlyaseam.Mymotherappearedatthedoor,withasockinherhand,andcautiouslyenteredmyroom,hungthestockingsontheheadofthebed,andthenquietlycreptoutquietly.
ThisSaturday,SundayisChristmasEveandChristmas,manyforeignteachersflytotheirhometown,andChristmasisaveryimportantfestivalforthem,justlikewecelebratetheSpringFestival.
NottosaythemeaningofChristmas,andtotalkabouttonightsChristmasEve.
Intheafternoon,motherreceivedamessage,thecontentis:Zibocommercialbuildingfrom18to24points,allkindsofgoodstoengageinactivities,ultralowdiscount.Italkedtomymotheranddecidedtostartat5:30intheafternoon.Mymotheralsosaidtome,"Imustgoearly,orthecarwillnotbeabletoputit."
Timeflies,wewanttostart,infact,theZibocommercialbuildingisveryclosetomyhome,Ithinkitisnoharmtowalkalittlelater.ButIwaswrong,thestreetispackedwithheavytraffic.FromthethirdmiddleofZibototheZibocommercialbuilding,theroadandthesidewalkhavebeenfullofcars.Inthepast,therewereseveralcarsontheroadatthesametime,andnowevenacarishardtogetthrough.Trafficjamscanbeimagined.Fortunately,werideonelectriccars,andwecanbarelysqueezepastthem.
Through"hardships""wefinallysawthetraveloverlandandwater","grand"Zibomall,butwecouldntgoon,because,averybigcrosstheroadiscrowdedwithcars,thetrafficpolicehaveabusystopcommandvehiclesscorchedbytheflames,andnothing.
Seeingthissituation,wemustfirst"in2007".Whenyoulockthecar,youcanwalkacrossthecrossroadstotheZibocommercialbuilding.NowIcanonlysumupmyexperienceinaword:sixwillbechoppedoverfive.
WhenIcametothecommercialbuilding,Iwassweatingallovermybody.Iwasfrozentodeathintheoutside.Itwasveryhotinit.Thetasteofthetwodaysoficefirewasnotgood.Afteranhourscruising,Icouldnotholdup,nowater,nofan,"heat",butIfinallygothome.Afterthat,Idarenot"takeadvantageoflive".