Light snow There is winter coming, and there is snow like poetry
I love winter, especially when it's snowy. I think snowflakes are the poetry of the sky, the gift of winter, and the surprise of life. Whenever I see snowflakes falling, I feel an inexplicable joy, an indescribable warmth, and an irresistible yearning. I always look forward to an encounter with snowflakes and a beautiful yearning for life.
One winter, I received a letter from afar, and my best friend, Xiaomei, whom I hadn't seen for many years, invited me to meet in a picturesque town. Xiaomei was my classmate in college and my best friend. We used to study together, play together, and share each other's dreams and secrets together. After graduating, we went our separate ways, rarely had the opportunity to meet, and could only keep in touch through ** or letters. I miss Xiaomei very much, I want to know how she is doing, and I want to chat with her again. I gladly agreed to her invitation and embarked on the journey.
During the trip, I met some interesting people and things, and felt different customs and customs. I've been on a train, I've been in a car, I've been on a boat, I've even ridden a horse. I've seen mountains, I've seen grasslands, I've seen lakes, I've even seen the ocean. I've tasted all kinds of food, heard all kinds of stories, learned all kinds of customs, and even learned some dialects. I think it was a very enriching trip, which broadened my horizons, increased my knowledge, and made me cherish my life even more.
After a few days of traveling, I finally arrived at Xiaomei's town. The town is located at the foot of a hill and is surrounded by a dense forest, with fresh air and pleasant views. Xiaomei was waiting for me at the station early, and when she saw me get off the train, she immediately ran over, hugged me tightly, and said excitedly: "You are here, you are finally here, I miss you so much!" I was also very excited, hugged her, and said, "I miss you so much, are you okay?" "The two of us are like long-lost relatives, hugging, crying, talking and laughing.
Xiaomei took me to visit the various beauties of the town, especially a plum forest, the fragrance of plum blossoms is fragrant, as if entering a fairyland. Xiaomei told me that the plum blossoms here were planted by her own hands to commemorate a poem we once read together: "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold". I remember that it was an ancient poem, a must-memorize poem for us in college, and a memory we shared. I was so moved that I folded a plum blossom and gave it to Xiaomei to express my gratitude and blessings. Xiaomei also broke a plum blossom and gave it to me, indicating that the friendship will last forever.
Xiaomei invited me to stay at her house, and in the evening, we cooked wine and talked about the past, laughing constantly. Xiaomei told me that she opened a bookstore in the town, specializing in books on classical literature and poetry, and she said that it was her dream and her life. I'm so happy for her, and I'm envious of her, how happy she is to be able to do what she loves and live the life she wants. I told her that I was a growth headline writer in a big city, writing articles about life, emotions, and growth, and I said it was my job and my pleasure. Xiaomei is proud of me and admires me, and I can use my words to influence and help more people, what a meaningful thing.
We talked a lot, late at night, until dawn. Late at night, I suddenly heard the sound of snowflakes falling on the window, I got up, opened the window, and found that the town was covered with snow, and the plum blossoms were even more delicate. I was pleasantly surprised, woke up Xiaomei, and the two walked out of the house together, treading the snow to find plums, playing in the snow, forgetting all the troubles, and only feeling the warmth and romance of winter. We built a snowman, had a snowball fight, and wrote our names on the snow, as if we were leaving our mark, as if we were making our wishes.
The next day, I was ready to say goodbye to Xiaomei and continue my journey. Xiaomei sent me to the station, and the two hugged and said goodbye, and agreed to contact each other often in the future. I got into the car and looked out the window at the town, full of gratitude and anticipation, hoping to turn into a piece of snow and live up to this life and winter. I think this is my most beautiful winter day, this is my most poetic snowflake, this is my most unforgettable little snow.