In the depths of the cold winter, I searched for the traces of spring.
Snowflakes fell one after another, covering the whole world, and it was white, as if it were a new life.
I walked alone on the deserted streets, the snow creaking under my feet echoing in the silent air.
I looked up at the cold sky, a few stars twinkling in the night sky, as if to tell something.
I closed my eyes and felt the cold of this winter with my heart, looking for that hint of spring.
Suddenly, a warm current came to my heart, it was the call of spring, the power of life.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the dead trees on the side of the road beginning to sprout, and the small green leaves swaying in the cold wind, like messengers of spring.
I realized that no matter how long the winter is, spring always arrives on schedule.
I walked on, through the silent streets, through the long wait.
I know that no matter how many difficulties and challenges lie ahead, as long as there is spring in my heart, there is hope and strength.
Spring in winter is the tenacity of life and a symbol of hope.
It tells us that no matter when and where, no matter what difficulties we encounter, we can find that trace of warmth, that trace of vitality.