Chao news client Jin Xiaomei.
The anticipation of winter is a heavy snowfall. The cold wind blows the branches in the forest;Snowflakes are flying, decorating the mountains and rivers. Wrapped in silver, full of poetry.
With the warming of the earth's climate, the winter in the south of the Yangtze River has been rare to see a heavy snow that can cover the sky for several days in a row, and snow has become a kind of hope for people, especially for children, it is a beautiful fairy tale.
In the winter, it snows a lot, and the temperature is extremely low. In the early morning after a night of heavy snowfall, when I opened the window, there was only one color for everything in the world, and that was a piece of white that existed between heaven and earth.
On the threshold of the sliding door station, strings of icicles hang on the eaves, which are within reach. They are long or short, as thin as a pencil or as thick as a giant column, with different shapes, pure and transparent, like a unique work of art. I often pluck them, put them in my mouth, chew on their coldness, feel the seasons and flavors of nature, and indulge in them.
My mother put on a thick, long, fat padded jacket over me, and a smock over it, and the padded jacket always showed a large section, which my sisters could not wear, and I hated it so much. I told my mother that I was not cold, and stubbornly but resolutely took off my padded jacket and changed into a sweater. Then, facing the biting cold wind, I walked alone on the road covered with thick snow to go to school.
When I arrived in the classroom, the head teacher showed a surprised expression, touched my shirt, and muttered to me, "Child, you are going to be frozen." ”
After school, the teacher accompanied me home. When I saw my mother, I was puzzled and asked, "Why do you wear so little for your child?"Then he said with great pity: "It's too little, you see that she is so cold that she is afraid of getting sick." The mother's face was cramped and helpless: "She has to wear it like this, and I can't resist her." ”
When I was a child, I was like a little grass growing wild in the field, willful, playful, strong, and fearless, although in winter, my face and hands were always red from the cold, covered with chilblains.
Many years later, every time it snows in winter, I often stand in front of the office window, without feeling the cold, and enjoy the cold winter sky, the snow flying in the yard, and the clear appearance of plums. And at this moment, a thin figure walking in the wind and snow to go to school lingered in his mind.
Along the way, I cherish everything I have so much, study and work, full of love and self-confidence, no matter how heavy life is, I am as fearless as when I was a child, and I am determined to face the wind and snow.
The material scarcity and overstretched of my childhood, and the dilemma of not having my favorite winter clothes to wear, have long passed and will never return.
And when life can no longer fall a goose feather snow, I am still grateful for those unexpected little joys, those subtle ones that may melt before they land, the unexpected little joys like snowflakes.
Now I am less of my childhood nature of joy and fun, the years change, time is clear, a person's temperament and appearance will be carved and refined by the years, and become unrecognizable, but the things in her bones will not disappear no matter what.
Looking forward to sitting down with a similar person on a snowy day in winter, boiling tea and enjoying the snow, asking the plum blossoms outside the window together, and talking about the cold aroma in our bones.
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