snow

The most beautiful snow in memory floats in the sky of childhood.

In the winter at that time, there was a taste of winter. We will wear thick cotton clothes as a mezzanine, waiting for the snow to fall in the cold wind.

The snow at that time was also more generous than it is today. Today's snow, fluttering down the ground, but not too late to relish, has been turned into water, dissipated invisible.

In the snowy days of childhood, I like to stand at the door, look up at the small face, and watch the snow fluttering all over the sky. From top to bottom, gently fluttering, but it is also arrogant, then a brain is pressing against you. come.

If you look up for a long time, you will feel that the whole world behind you has become very silent. You can hear the snoring of snowflakes and see the sky full of snowflakes, like a thousand troops, without harm, but special Ingest your soul, you have to hurry back and squint your eyes, otherwise you will dance with the snow, the whole person, seems to be rotated into a huge and empty, no vortex, no place to go.

I don't know if there is a word "smooth". If it is, I believe it. My childhood experience is like a critical state of "dizzy snow." Of course, such "dizzy snow" is not uncomfortable, and some are poetic and artistic meanings of "a thousand households snowflake floating, a little bit silent."

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