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I don't know if it was late, or the years before I was seven or eight years old, Jinan winter was not snowy, anyway, the memory of snow is from the second grade of primary school.
In the days before the snow fell, it was not as warm as winter, but the sky was overcast and shrouded in smog, which made people feel depressed. Grandma looked at the dense clouds and fog, and firmly chanted: "This is God in the warm snow, waiting for the fog to disperse the snow will come!" ”
In the middle of the night when the snow fell, the north wind frantically shook the wooden window sash, and the wisps of cold air squeezed in from the windows that had been eroded by the cold and heat and began to deform the cracks, and every slit squeezed in, screaming to expel the little warmth in the house...
"It's snowing," I couldn't stop the excitement and told myself in my half-sleep and half-awake.
This excitement is actually metaphysical, it's nothing more than hearsay of all kinds of joyful games of snow: snowball fights, building snowmen or rolling in the snow... There is no personal experience, just the happiness of the crowd.
The first experience of my life in the snow was to stand under the blue sky curtain of the first break of the snow that day, facing the uninhabited playground - it has been wrapped in surreal white, flat and soft snow, and I was helpless and weeping... After some life experience, I learned that this "vacuum of the soul" state is called: shock! After hesitating for a long time, I carefully stepped out of the footsteps, the snow "creaked" under my feet, my heart was inexplicably painful, and the footsteps became more and more firm and powerful, this feeling may be the popular at the moment: special decompression, special healing feelings!
The whole day that followed, my first experience of snow in my life was completely completed: I had a snowball fight, I built a snowman, and I also swept the snow... All these games and toils about snow are not as eroded as I gaze at a white, traceless, lonely earth under the dawn canopy!
Since then, in the winter since I was a child, like many people, I have prayed for a decent snow, without the feelings of Ruixue Mega Year's lofty heights, nor the heart of a child who plays with snow to forget everything. I just want to gaze at the snow that has fallen from above, piled up on the ground, and has not been disturbed, and feel the purest shock and indescribable beauty it brings me!
(All pictures are taken by the author)
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