Hoping for a few days, the snow did not come as promised, perhaps in order not to let us down, it passed us by, let us vaguely see its traces. We have been unable to experience the "wind and snow night returnees" scenario, but also can not feel "around the fireplace night talk" interest, so the second best thing to come to a "around the air-conditioning memory of the snow". When we went to work, several colleagues in this post talked about several snowstorms in recent years that impressed us all. We are recalling the joyful childhood of snowmen and snowball fights with our buddies. Snow, always bring people endless reverie. Snow is naughty, it is always silent in the night dress up a fairy tale world. Let the children just woke up from the dream and enter a more beautiful dream to go. Thus, in the world of snow, serenity and happiness intertwined, cold and passionate intertwined, in the snowflakes rise.
Pure winter snow ah, I really want you, want your clean, want your purity, soft snow in the sky, swaying slow dance, stretch out your hands to undertake petal snowflakes, lying in the palm of the hand, cold, cold, that is the memory of my childhood interest.