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Woke up by the alarm clock and called out to her daughter for morning reading. The sky outside the window is dim, and everything is still immersed in sleep. Yesterday's snow had mostly melted, and only the grass and trees were still white and crystal clear. You can faintly see the treetops moving slightly, it must be windy this morning, and it must be very cold outside.
After standing in front of the window for a few minutes, a thought suddenly flashed in my mind: stepping on the snow to find plums. Another gust of wind went out of the house, outside, a cold wind rushed in, the cold wind mixed with fine snow particles, the whole person immediately woke up a lot.
Walking slowly along the garden path of the neighborhood, holding up my phone from time to time, I think the beauty is frozen in the camera. The road was wet and there was no more snow. There was silence all around, and under the street lamp, there was only my lonely figure, but my heart was surging with yearning and longing for Mei.
I like the beauty and purity of Mei, and I am even more fascinated by the fragrance that penetrates into the bones. In my memory, in the southeast corner of the community, there was a yellow plum tree outside the fence wall of a family on the first floor, and I looked for it with hope. After only a year, the courtyard of this house has changed its appearance, adding many objects related to flowers, and decorating the courtyard more small and delicate. The original fence wall is gone, and the not-so-large plum tree is missing. Looking for it nearby, it was finally invisible, and it was inevitable that there was a trace of loss. Just like a friendship that is not deep or shallow, accustomed to its light and cloudy existence, only occasionally remembered, thinking that it will always be there, when it is lost, it is known that it has been deeply planted in the heart.
Pinning his hopes elsewhere, he searched all the corners and corners of the community, and did not see Mei's shadow. The heart that wanted to see Mei became stronger and stronger, and she hurried out of the gate of the community. I know, a few hundred meters away, in another place, where there is a plum tree waiting. I will not fail to live up to the expectations of this meeting!
About the author: Qingfeng, formerly known as Niu Qingwen, is an electric worker who is fighting in the front line. Read and write in your spare time. Live with your heart, simple and happy!
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