That alley

Snowflakes, with the sound of Lang Lang reading, quietly came. When we found it, it had naughtyly dressed the outside world in white.

The lane leading to my home is so vast today. White, white, white dress it so white, so quiet.

The ancient alley, paved with stone mud, shuttled between the two buildings and looked very clean. Usually, this is the free space for children, the paradise for old people, and a good place for middle-aged people to exercise. The noise of people is swaying and smashing in the middle. That voice made me feel the joy of seeing the world.

Today, it is extremely quiet. That's because snow is coming, it symbolizes the purity and whiteness of winter. When I still walked the road to the lane, I stood still, I was shocked. I can't believe that the pure white ancient alley picture in front of me is perfect. Although it does not have the turbulent momentum of the raging waves, although it does not have the kind of flowers and forests in the forest, it has a white and pure, outline an ordinary ordinary lane.

Snow, it has covered it, everything is white, there is no smudge, and even people's footprints are not, because people can't bear to put its white body under their feet.

I, breathing this fresh air deeply, took a deep breath and couldn’t help but think: our human heart is as white as snow, as broad and tolerant as the ancient alley, our world is really like this one. Like a pure white scroll, there is no smudge, how wonderful it is!

The snow is coming...