Like a devourer with teeth and claws, like to swallow the whole world. Wrapped in a layer of thick white cotton, but can not resist this bitter cold wind. Blowing hard, mixed with crystal snowflakes, and finally formed into a solid ice, firmly tied to my body.
The winter is still so cold, cold let a person hit the heart of the eyes keep shivering; winter is still so pure white, white let a person blinding, winter days are clear, but from the sun, perhaps full of snowflakes obscured the line of sight, the sun this side of the quietly slipped, the whole earth will lose its luster. Tian Tian sat in front of the door to call the hot light, his face was a kind of miserable white, white scary, just like Yama's henchmen, black and white two ghosts in the white ghost. In this winter, I can't tell if I'm a human being or a ghost.
But the only thing I can be sure of is the death of my grandmother, looking at the snowflakes in the sky, in a trance, I remembered the most unfortunate 'thing' in that winter, and I couldn't help but cry, wetting a thin layer of white snow, just like my grandmother's penetrating eyes.
Perhaps the grandmother left me, is that the whole winter, and countless snowflakes. I remember that year, we sat side by side on the low steps, looking at the flying snow together, the grandma's eyes bright, she turned around, touched my head, whispered: "You are in that year at this time of birth ah." Said, a few drops of turbid tears heavily hit the ground, want to stay something, but helplessly by the snowflakes extremely tight cover, leaving only a layer of sadness. Pure white snowflakes have given me a lot of flawless fantasy, but more is sad. That winter, it seems to be suffering from what disease, a hard snow, attempting to keep what, and then realized, it is to live on a person - my grandmother.
The night before her death, people said there will be meteors flying over, I invited my grandmother to come out with her, and she said, "It's just a matter of just." I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. Meteors are very beautiful, so beautiful that people can not be described, just vaguely feel a coolness, hands full of snow, seeping into the heart.
The next day, the great grandmother went, the sun came out.
When I was so happy to meet the sun, I got this bad news, the sun is so cold.
The last day of winter is over.
The grandmother almost melted in the whole winter, so, quietly. The river in front of the door also thawed out, slowly flowing forward, slowly flowing into my heart, entrapped in the bone-chilling cold.
The sadness with the winter passed away, converged into a counter-current of the river, winter's footsteps also go together, printed in the snowflakes once stepped on, no shadow, no trace of it.
Snowflakes into the sadness, disappeared together in the shadowless winter.
The sadness reversed into a small river, so flow, flow ......
Winter, over.