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Snow see


The only time I saw snow, it was a few years ago, and the specific time was not really remembered. It’s just that the soft and cold touch is still very new, but the snow falling from the ground is shining from time to time.

It was a cold winter unlike the past, and snowflake pieces were also on the mountains in the south. Winter is different from the floral scent of spring; it is different from the firefly night in summer; unlike the autumn red maple flying over the sky. Some are just endless snowfields, some are just white deserts, some are just hoarfrost hanging on the eaves, snowflakes are drizzling and falling in the air, and the wind falls on the same snow. In, it is integrated with the earth.

At that time, I touched the snow, the unique snow in the south. I took off the warm gloves and reached into a small snow pile. It was very cool and cool, but it was not the cold I used to touch. I Grabbing a small group and pinching it in his hand, I found that the snow was cooler. The hands that I saw were more like translucent ice. The snow that had melted was also very small. It was shining in my hands. Cold cold shimmer.

At this moment, I seem to have forgotten the hot existence, the silver light is flowing in my eyes, and I don’t know when a little bit of snow has spread on my short hair. I let go of the snow and ice in my hand, only to feel the hot heart, or... warm!

The coolness of the snow, poured into my heart, after the snow, it is like the warmth of spring. I looked at the sky and the snow floated in the unexpected angle.

At this moment, I feel as if Zhou Shuren said: It is a lonely snow, a dead rain, a soul of rain.

The 12th Middle School of Zhangzhou City, Xuzhou County, Sichuan Province

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