Today, the beginning of spring, the north is still snowy.
On the street, the lights are colorful, much more lively than in the past, there are New Year's stalls everywhere, people have big bags and small bags in their hands, and there is no rush in the past, goods and goods, people and people are pressed to squeeze, not in a hurry.
And I just want to escape from this squirming crowd as soon as possible, I don't know that since that year, I don't like the New Year more and more, especially this year, I just want to be quiet and alone, I want to press the pause button for myself, sort out my life, and let myself rest physically and mentally for a while.
I left the crowd with my daughter, who was bouncing in front of me, and that naughty look was very much like me when I was a child.
It was also about the Chinese New Year, I followed my mother to do New Year's goods, I ran and jumped excitedly, accidentally fell, my forehead touched the curb, and I can still see the scar faintly.
Now, my mother has left me early, and I have a daughter, which is probably the continuation of life.
Mommy, Mommy, the grass has sprouted. My daughter exclaimed, and I thought to myself, how is it possible, the snow is still very thick.
I squatted down and looked in the direction my daughter pointed, it was true, a green bud came out of the snow, I gently brushed away the snow, in fact, the grass has grown very long.
It turns out that even in the cold winter, the grass never gives up growing, and even if it is pressed by the snow, it still breaks through the snow in its own days.
The spring is cold, it has not lost the spring, and I can't bear the spring.
I believe that there will always be a spring for me.