I remember that day was very cold, but at that moment, the world blossomed. --Title
Again in winter, in the southern proverb of "one nine, two nine not out", the sun is like a layer of plastic wrap, although the effort to run from east to west panting, but a trace of heat is not left for us. The wind was nasty, cold and pervasive, and it seemed that if you opened your mouth, you would even fill your stomach with a bone-chilling chill. Throughout the day, I barely moved, nestled in my seat like a squirrel, waiting for time to slip through my fingers. "I hope it's not this cold tomorrow!" That was the only thought that ran through my mind.
Outside the window, the gusty wind churned the setting sun, mixing with the sound of the glass shaking with laughter at times. Night, suddenly fell.
Finally after school, I subconsciously wrapped tightly on the body of the clothes, which mustered the courage to step out of the classroom door. Catch the cold with the relentless wind came, hit my whole person is shaking, can not stop the cold war. I don't dare to run, a run will give the wind a chance to take advantage of, can only choose "guerrilla warfare".
Moving down the stairs, I frowned as I considered taking two more steps to buy a bun to warm my stomach. Seeing the bustling scene in the snack bar, "Why are there so many people?" The streetlights at the school entrance had been turned on long ago, and the dim light slipped inside the door, cutting feebly into the dark space, as if that light was also frozen by the damned cold. Vaguely you could see the gray dust in the light, yanked up from the ground by the cold wind, sometimes jerking and sometimes pushing, the helpless dust could only sob lowly behind the wind's coldness. Suddenly, the wind flung its sleeve violently, and the dust fell to the ground at once, some innocent dots crashing into a familiar figure.
Dad! I exclaimed in delight, who knew that as soon as I opened my mouth, I choked on a mouthful of cold wind, stuck in my throat:------coughcoughcough ------coughcough ------
"Is it cold?" Dad wrapped me in his down jacket, "Catching cold?"
I had tears in my eyes and couldn't say a word, so I shook my head. It was only after a long time that I mumbled out a few words, "Choking!"
I wanted to zipper up my clothes, and after fumbling for a while, I just couldn't pull it up. Dad used his left hand to help me candle the hem of my down jacket so that I could use both hands to make it work, but the other hand wouldn't come out. It was so cold! My hands froze in a moment, and all that was left was the feeling of cold, all the way down to the inside of my body.
After I finally managed to zipper it up, a hint of resentment and grumbling bubbled up inside me - grumbling that my dad hadn't helped me and that my hands were freezing!
I lowered my head and pouted, I didn't say anything, my dad was still using his left hand to help me turn my collar, he accidentally touched the back of my neck, I couldn't help but shrink my head, my dad's hand was like ice, I froze, my heart was sad, who isn't cold? How could I be so selfish?
"Dad -------" I was just about to say something when my dad interrupted me. He pulled open the zipper of his chest, carefully from the arms of a lunch box, has not appeared right hand also came out, escorted the lunch box into my hands, dotingly said: "Friday you go home to eat noodles, no sale, Saturday and Sunday two days you are not at home to eat, *** know you are unhappy, let me send ------ day so cold, eat noodles is also quite warm! I'm afraid that the noodles are cold and hurt my stomach, so I put them in my clothes, still hot, hurry back to the dormitory to eat!" Not waiting for me to answer and while sending me to the dormitory while urging me: "Do not kick the quilt to sleep at night, the noodles should be eaten by the heat, the stomach is not good not to drink cold water ------" all the way to the wind in the direction of the file ------
Dad watched me go up the stairs, a look of uneasiness. I watched him turn to go home, the darkness is not tall figure looks so thin. I clutched my lunchbox as I rounded the corner of the stairs, and without my dad by my side, the wind had the pleasure of enveloping me again, whistling in my ears. However, I didn't feel cold anymore, I just felt that my world had already blossomed in a certain moment. The lunch box in my arms came with a warm feeling of happiness, on top of which was the temperature of my mom and dad's love, a love that was enough to make my world turn from mid-winter to high summer in a second.
Long ago, I don't remember what day it was, and I don't remember how the noodle tasted, but I only remember that there was a winter day, surrounded by the boiling immortal cold, but my world was in bloom!