Snow

For snow, I really don’t have much memory. I think that the pure white goose feathers that fall from the sky are snow. I don’t like it, I can’t talk about it, but I’m not used to the colorful world. The white is drowned, too quiet, too serious, too monotonous.

The first contact with snow is in the story of Grandma. The playful Snowflake Fairy will look for lucky children everywhere and pray for her. So, I began to consciously wait for the snow, waiting for the beautiful snowflake fairy.

In the quiet night, the cold north wind was mixed with violent raindrops and slammed against the windows and doors. The glass was faintly visible through the glass. The cold wind swayed through the door and poured into the house, making a piercing scream. I sat. After listening to it for a while, there was a sense of horror, and I narrowed my neck and tightened my clothes. "Grandma, today's wind is so big, will it snow tomorrow?" Grandma is drinking tea, dry and slender fingers on porcelain white The bowl was covered, and the face was soaked in the misty mist. I couldn’t really see it. After listening to my words, I answered "Yes, yes." I jumped out of the chair with joy and ran to the window with my short legs. The ground is round, the whole face is pressed on the glass, so cool, like the temperature of the snow, I laughed insanely, and there seems to be a playful figure of the snowflake fairy. Yes, I am a lucky child. Reluctantly open your eyes, your body is not awake, your mind has already jumped. It must be snowing outside, it must be. I pulled a smile and hurriedly put on a big red cotton jacket, my hair was loose, my eyes opened the door with a faint gaze, the biting cold wind rushed into the clothes, and I couldn’t help but shudder, a little Standing for a while, I couldn’t wait to come to the world of snow. So beautiful, there is only one thought left in my mind, the snow is still under, but the ground has been completely covered, the clean white has spread from my feet, until the top of the mountain has its shadow. On behalf of the pure white cover the filth, the world is still, sealed in the ice, exhaled gas, the oncoming wind exudes a cool cold, the dirt will only be frozen under extreme cold. Was broken. My little figure with a bright and colorful color suddenly felt that it was a kind of stain. The snow stopped, quietly, I held my breath and carefully retreated to the steps. The snow at this time gave me a serious, quiet feeling of depression, like facing a kindly jealousy, I dare not joke with her, the beauty is still there, but changed a style, before She is still an elegant and charming lady, with a little air and alienation, and now she has become a holy and noble princess, cold and proud, so that you can only look at the breath and dare not look straight, they are not my snow Fairy, where is she? I stared at the fat snowman who was not a good-looking hand. She is here, yes, she is here.

Third day: silence in the shadow