That winter
Chen Feng of the Sixth Primary School.
The color of winter always has a clear and beautiful single color, and the cold weather reveals a unique wind and bones, contains tranquility, and precipitates the joys and sorrows and sweetness in the wheel of the years.
This year's winter seems to be different from the previous winter, just like a drunk man, without excess, just like this, it came directly and fiercely, and suddenly came to below zero, so that my hands and feet were bound, as if I had stepped into the Northeast. The beauty of winter is irreplaceable, the cold wind is howling, the snow is flying, and the ink and blue are hidden with unique feelings.
The earth is covered with a thick quilt, and from a distance, it is white and flawless, and all the colors have been changed, and the specifications are so high that they are one. Everything closed its mouth tightly and began to gather strength. I used to love winter, but as I got older, I was afraid of winter because my mother was still working and my children braved the wind and cold to go to school. In the morning, my lover asked, "Is there any rain or snow in the rain?" I went to the window, looked at the falling bits and pieces, and said casually: "The wind and rain that children should face must always be faced by themselves." The lover shook his head helplessly. I couldn't help but ponder, why wasn't this the case when I was in junior high school?
I remember that winter, after school on Friday afternoon, the cold wind was biting, it rained first, and then it snowed heavily, and I didn't go home this Sunday, and I had to wait for two weeks, I had to go home, homesick. The heart to go home is urgent, and no matter how difficult the road is, it can't stop the determination to go home. I stumbled all the way, and my shoes were already soaked, sticking to my feet, which was very uncomfortable. The bike was no longer riding, so I had to push it, and I had to see through the mud stuck in the wheels after walking a short distance, cursing the damn weather in my heart. Thinking that you can see your mother in 2 hours, you can go home, and your body has endless energy, although your face is cold and painful, and your hands are cold and you don't obey the call, but your heart is hot. In this way, I stopped and walked, and I didn't get home until 9 o'clock in the evening, and my mother had already gone to the village entrance to see it several times, and she had been waiting anxiously. The moment I saw my mother's figure, I felt that everything was worth it.
Winter is magical, you can turn the page of yesterday's sadness, or you can remember the beautiful encounters in your heart. When people reach middle age, most of them have memories, and their expectations of themselves will gradually decrease a lot, after all, time is not forgiving. Looking at this sleeping everything, looking at this white, all words suddenly felt powerless. Cirrus clouds when the wind is cold, and there is a little winter in the world. The flowing water that has been transported has left any traces of the years, and many times it can only be wasted in the wind and rain. Sometimes I ask myself, are you okay in another country? Is the cloud still in my hometown? This is just an excuse for Qingnian, saying that we will meet soon, but there is another voice in my heart, and how geometric is the meeting? Really insincere. The picture scroll of the past lingers in the rain and snow, it is good to be young, the mind can wander in the world of innocence, or you can swim in the bold action, even if you do something, what you say, it will be blocked, because we all once had a name - youth.
The rain and snow are still falling, and today will become the past in the future, and what will be left today, so that the future will recall that today will reveal a sweet smile. Write down what you think now, does it count?
About the author: Chen Feng, Yongcheng No. 6 Primary School, literature lover, member of Yongcheng Writers Association.