Pour a city, a dream

The street lights were on, and there was silence around them, and occasionally the footsteps of several pedestrians were heard. The air has become quiet in this city, but it has long been unpleasant, perhaps because it has been in this city for a long time. It is not like when you first come to the city, you can feel its unique atmosphere. Nowadays, everything has long been taken for granted, and no one can find the beauty of coming. Suddenly I remembered that there was a saying: "Habit is a very strange thing. Even if you are not used to it, you will get used to it." Yes, I am used to the city, or maybe not. Because in a distant place, I have left many memories of my childhood, that is the hometown of my dreams.

Hometown is really easy to get used to. For me, every winter season, as it is now, the biting cold wind is so cold that people are suffocating, but this will also make me think of the cold wind of my hometown, not so embarrassing, not so piercing. There was a snow in the daytime, and when the snow was raging, although the cold, people’s faces all danced with cheerful notes. Yes, this beautiful snow brings hope to all things, and people are also praying for the harvest of the coming year. The proverb "Ruixue Zhaofeng Year" has been passed down from generation to generation. Inadvertently snow is given a sacred mission, that is to give People bring hope and happiness. At this time, the scenery of my hometown has become more clear in my mind. Xu has been away from home for too long, studying abroad all the year round, and only returning home during the Spring Festival every year. Or maybe I think of the snow in my hometown. The so-called "it was difficult for the sea to be water, except that Wushan is not a cloud." I always feel that the snow in the northwest is not soft and elegant in my hometown. Perhaps this is the habit and I am used to everything in my hometown.

The snow began to fall again. This season, many people are asking about the news about spring, and the sound of the buds breaking through the barriers. Yes, it is said that winter is coming, and the pace of spring is not far away. The city that once promised the old days, more and more pale and powerless in this scattered snow. The snow began to dance, and the distant past was accompanied by the falling snow, which was closely combined with the earth until it freezed. When it warmed up and evaporated, it disappeared without leaving traces. The cold wind blew, the snow whispered in my ear, as if I was a snowflake flying with the wind, but I don’t know where to fly, because it is still looking for, in this deserted city, looking for an old dream, one can let It wakes up dreams.

A city, a person, a dream, a lamp, a gradually elongated figure, the night half has been so blurred. Dissipated in the wind and became messy, the snow wet the clothes, and also wet the promise. I don’t know when I started, I became a sentimental person, stopped for a snow, fell for a song, moved for a book, and even used to show up in my mind. I tried to salvage, but I found nothing. Time is still walking, the night falls every day, and the passers-by around me have changed a batch and come again, but I can't find the smile at the beginning.

The snow stopped and the ice was still spreading. A person sings sadness through dim light, this city, if you can, please lend me a season of cold wind, to blow away the dream of a distant dream.

Fifth grade: Yu Linjia