winter

Winter - is full of vitality, she awakens all things; summer is full of vigor, she is embellished with everything; autumn is shy, she is red with the woods; winter is cold and depressed, so that everything is deserted. The vitality of human beings is set off by the depression and indifference of winter.

Hey! People are not listless because of the cold winter, and they are all in the bed. People's work continues, and it is carried out regularly, and everyone seems more spiritual.

Everyone who comes and goes on the street is rejuvenated and does not succumb to the depression and indifference of winter. The snoring of some small business hawkers has come and gone. The bustling crowd can also see the warmth of the big stove, the hot tea eggs, corn... Does this make people feel cool?

Winter is beautiful, and the most emotional thing is when he is wrapped in silver. Snow, originally pure and innocent, she does not need any "packaging", the beauty she shows is simple, but it brings infinite delusion... everything is under the snow, it seems So simple and clear, seeing all this, no one is not impressed by her beauty, but also makes people write a lot of poems for him...

Recalling the snowy days of last year, everything is covered with a layer of white, crystal clear snow fluttering to the earth, naughtyly stroking your cheeks, let you feel the "coolness of happiness."

The trial tried to grasp the red-hot hands without wearing gloves, trying to catch the thing that fell from the sky, but she apparently did not cooperate, quietly left, adding only a trace of moisture to her hands, however, she was against my hair. I have a soft spot, and I am falling on my hair. I have been reluctant to leave for a long time...

I remember when I was in the hour, I would play snowballs and snowmen with my little friends on the snowy days. At that time, I was also long hair, tied into two small scorpions, accompanied by my running in the snow. Swinging up and down and left and right, the partners on the side always touch their own hair, enviously said: "It's so beautiful!"

Later, the two girls grew up, but they were in the same country but not in the same middle school. But in the days when there was snow, we all went out without snow, and we did not wear gloves in the snow. Left our footprints.

In the second day of the second year, heavy learning made us breathless. In the first snow of the year, the two girls did not have the same snowballs as before. They just held the cold hand of the other party and walked slowly in the snow. They sang the favorite song at the same time: "It’s so cold. The snow has accumulated so deep." Snowflake still loves my hair, still falling on my hair, we walked on the playground for a long time, and finally she said: "There seems to be a kind of 'hand holding, old with the child. 'The feeling.' We all laughed. Although this should not be used to describe us, I believe...

So many winters, we have walked through many 'hands of the hands' and scorned the days of "Snowman".

However, the banquet in the world, we finally endure the pain of separation. She eventually went to the field with her parents. When I learned, I couldn’t control myself. The tears flowed down. I said to myself: Don’t cry, she will have a better life there, and her grades will be better. I am constantly using these to comfort myself, can this be useful?

Once, I received her letter. She asked me to forgive her for leaving without saying goodbye. She didn't know how to face me with her. She said that she missed the snow in her hometown. She held the snow in the snow, and even then Cold also insisted on not wearing gloves, the girl who walked with her in the snow, and the simple agreement. Finally, she hopes that my grades are getting better and better, working hard with her.

On the way home, I don't know which record store happened to play Fan Xiaolan's "Snowman", the cool tone, the soft melody, adding a bit of silence to the dusk in the snow. "Snow, one by one, spell out your fate, seeing spring is coming, and I will no longer exist..."

Oh, I feel that the feeling of life is like a snowman who has been piled up and melted. Although the way of existence has changed, may the essence of snow not be the clear spring? She gave birth to the arrival of spring, irrigated the growth of summer, and showed the fruits of autumn...

Therefore, I love winter, love her purity, love her uniqueness, she symbolizes hope, symbolizes the coming of spring.

Yang Muchuan Middle School, Kuandian County, Dandong, Liaoning, China