When I was a child, the winter was always covered in snow, and the wind was biting. After the first snow falls in November, the whole world turns white until April and May of the following year, when it can be restored to its original appearance. These long, cold four or five months are the most painful time for those of us who go to elementary school.
Before dawn in the morning, he was pulled out of the warm quilt by his mother and reluctantly put on a cotton jacket and cotton pants. At that time, there were very few people who sold these things, and in the countryside, they basically made their own cotton, because the cotton they made was good and thick. On top of the cotton pants, you should also put on thick wind-proof pants, and wear thick cotton socks woven by yourself and a pair of felt boots on your feet.
After eating in a hurry, he put on a thick cotton suit that could cover his knees, put on a cotton hat of fox skin, wrapped his whole head with a thick scarf, showed only two eyes to see the road, carried cotton gloves made at home, and carried a heavy schoolbag. After this set of equipment, the whole person is like a round giant, ready to go.
The children in our village all got together and set off, because everyone in the ice and snow had a care together, to be honest, the more than ten kilometers to the school, walking alone, was really a little scared.
The weather without wind, listening to the sound of "squeaky squeak" snow, looking at the endless silver world, is also very pleasant, although the steps are heavy, everyone is panting, but the whole body is very warm, at this time, we will pull the scarf down, expose the mouth, easy to breathe and talk.
Windy weather is our calamity. The howling north wind wrapped the snowflakes and burrowed into our bodies through the cracks in our clothes, making everyone shiver with the cold. We can only support each other and move forward step by step. At this time, the felt boots could not stop the biting cold wind, and the feet were frozen and painful.
In this way, the journey that can be walked in just over an hour in good weather takes more than two hours. When we arrived at the school, we had ice edges all over our faces.
At that time, the conditions in the school were also very difficult, and each class had a stove for heating, but it was not warm at all, and it was very choking because it was always emitting black smoke. Even after school every day, all the children have black circles on their faces.
After a shivering day of class, we put on our hats and scarves and set off for home.
On the way home, we were thirsty and hungry almost every day, dragging our tired bodies to walk. That's when I started to hate winter, and I hated snow even more. I hate the monotony of its color, I hate the reckless shaking of my eyes, and I hate it even more when he burrows into my body and my nerves.
When I got home, I always felt the warmth, eating sweet meals, roasting a stove without smoke, to be honest, I really didn't want to go to school anymore at that moment, but the next day, before dawn, I was always pulled out of the bed by my mother.
In those years, I walked away in the snow and came back, which always felt very hard, and it also made me hate the snow, because in my heart, it represented the cold. So when I grew up, I chose to settle in the south.
Just yesterday, a friend from my hometown sent me a snow queen **, and I suddenly found that I hadn't seen snow for many years!