This is the biggest cold spell since the beginning of winter, with temperatures as low as minus 4 degrees Celsius during the day and minus 11 degrees Celsius at night.
This temperature makes me feel so terrifying. I wore my clothes to the maximum extent possible, but I still felt cold and shivered when I walked outside.
The sun hangs in the sky, as if it is painted on it, or the light in the refrigerator, in short, people do not feel a trace of warmth. It's probably trembling too.
The wind is merciless, sharper than the sword made by the cadre Mo Xie, penetrating my thick layers of clothes, the cold is biting, and if I don't hide in the house, I will become frozen meat.
Coming home from school at noon, stepping on the cold wind, the wind under my feet, it was involuntarily fast, the speed of race walking, and basically no time to look around, straight to the front of the road.
However, when I looked at it from one side, a light suddenly came into view, reaching my heart, causing a strong tremor, causing me to involuntarily stop and move over to stare at it.
Oh, it's a small wild chrysanthemum, so small that it is only about 10 centimeters tall, barely branched, standing lonely in the cold wind, but the leaves are still verdant.
The dazzling light came from the flower of this small chrysanthemum. Under the sun, two wild chrysanthemums in full bloom shimmered with golden light, and seemed to exude a stream of heat.
Up and down, several large and small flower bones, like small heads, poked out vigorously in the cold wind, as if they couldn't wait to open.
Around the chrysanthemum, there is also a grass that I can't name, creeping on the ground, also maintaining its vitality, a few leaves, deep green.
However, except for the chrysanthemum and this grass, there was no green around it, and the bitter cold had destroyed all other life, and the dead grass and leaves everywhere were.
Looking at this small chrysanthemum, a hot spring seemed to spring up in my heart, and I felt that the cold wind became much gentler. Standing alone, Ling Han was in full bloom, and Xiao Yeju moved me.
Since ancient times, heroes have been lonely. Like a great lone hero, Ono Ju smiles at the cold wind and strives to open up to the sky and show his beauty.
Staring at the small wild chrysanthemum, staring at the golden flower, I felt as if it was smiling, smiling indifferently, smiling freely;It seems to be singing, singing about the stubbornness of life.
Ono Ju doesn't need an audience, take a photo as a souvenir, and I said goodbye to Ono Ju. This young but strong and beautiful life, like a little sun, rose in the emptiness of my heart.