Winter is pure and calm. Eyes full of white snow, soft footprints left on the snow, shallow and deep, drifting away, step by step lost in the northeast winter, memories left there.
When I was a child, I looked forward to snow. Looking at the world covered with silver on the vast plains of Northeast China is like a door in winter. As soon as I stepped in, my mood suddenly improved, and my heartfelt joy was like a mushroom after the rain.
It can be cleaned up. Running in the snow, breathing, kneading snowballs, friends throwing snowballs with a little kindness at each other, laughing heartily, happiness beyond words, the snow is so beautiful that it sets off all of us, carefree and lovely.
Snowflakes fall on the red face from time to time and become glittering and translucent beads. Look up at the sky and say to yourself gently that the world is really beautiful. When we are in high spirits, we will build a snowman around us and cooperate patiently and seriously to create something that belongs to me.
Our works, sometimes blushing and sometimes bowing intently, give full play to all our creativity. When the work is finished, we clap our hands happily, stay at that moment, press the shutter of memory and become a successful person.
Lifelong memory.
With the growth of age, my mood suddenly changed. I no longer have the indulgence of childhood, but I am more calm. When I look at the snow, my heart will be pure without impurities, and no matter how much trouble and unhappiness will disappear. The quietness and purity of snow is like the baptism of the soul and the washing of the impetuous heart. The winter in Northeast China is wrapped in silver, and the winter wrapped in silver is pure and quiet. Winter in Northeast China is a fairy tale in my heart and a myth in my future.