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It snowed. On that day, if it hadn’t been for several children looking up at the sky and chattering, I would still be immersed in the little novel “The warm sun” alone. As expected, in the cold afternoon for most of the day, fragmentary snowflakes began to drift gently from the dim sky, one by one, as if they were petals scattered by fairies to the world. This scene reminded me of the day when I left my hometown to work in the South. It was also snow all over the sky. Wandering outside, I have always been longing for the winter of my hometown, longing for the four distinct seasons of my hometown, and I prefer the infinite happiness brought by snow. If we hadn’t made up our mind to return to our hometown where we were born, how could we meet snow in this winter day after 16 years? Looking around, the snowflakes were flowing everywhere, the dance was graceful and charming, and I also kissed my green and mature face quietly from time to time! As a result, that excited, excited, excited tone, that excited, moved, heart-moving strength, touched the nerves of my whole body to play the return song that I never had before, the long-lost melody was plucked in a cadence. I came to the wheat field close to snowflakes. Although I hadn’t covered all the sleeping wheat seedlings, the snowflakes still continued to get rid of the bondage of the sky and endured the pain of giving up life and disappearing as soon as the sun came out, use the last strength to descend on the vast land, wrap every seedling with snow quilts, store the growing water, and make farmers have a good harvest next year. The night in winter was surprisingly quiet. If you listened carefully, you would hear the rustle of snowflakes falling to the ground. Walking in the snow, the sound of creaking under the feet came out, and the memory of playing in the snow in childhood returned instantly. After walking away from hometown for so many years, snowflakes are still falling in this day as far as it can, for this sky, these villagers and the land that nurtures me. For me, who was already a husband and a father, although I had no playmate in the past and no laughter in the past, I felt more homesick and loved the snowflakes in my hometown. Tonglian: banghaiqing, Xihu, Unit 3, Unit 2, yard 1, Building 24, Guanghui Road, Beiguan District, Anyang city, Henan province Tel: 13526185705 Zip code: 455000 Zan Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…