Winter is coming, snowflakes flying in the sky, to the earth with a thick blanket. I was strolling down the street, feeling very cold, and covered my mouth with my hand from time to time to warm up a bit.
Inadvertently, I found a smooth wall across the street pasted a few flyers and other paper, an old cleaner who looked forty or fifty years old with a brush dipped in water in the paper brushed, and then carefully torn by hand.
While on the opposite side of the room, you could clearly see that her hands were red from the cold, and the red color was like fire.
After she had carefully removed several sheets of advertising paper, she moved on to another. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but stopped in the air and seemed to be frozen. She moved closer to the wall, shook her head slightly, and left.
What happened? Why isn't she aware of her? Is she being lazy? A series of questions came to my mind.
I was about to go and see what was going on when I saw a skinny cleaning lady approach the paper. I thought she was going to remove the paper, but she did exactly the same thing as the old cleaning lady: raised her right hand, fixed it in the air, shook her head slightly, and turned away.
Seeing this, I was even more puzzled, so I made up my mind to go and have a look.
Crossing the street, I came to the wall. What came into view was a 'missing person notice'. It reads: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ......
Suspicions were cleared, I understood everything in this moment. At this time, a stream of warmth welled up in my heart, the snowflakes are still like goose feathers flying, Le I no longer feel cold, but feel extraordinarily warm.
Winter is cold. But he will also make people feel warm, as the two cleaners in general, the world's kind of thick warmth, is from the fire like hot heart. It is this 'sacred' fire that ignites the fragrance of my heart. I think, its warmth is enough to haunt my life.