It's snowing.
It is rare to wake up and the ground is white. In 2021, there are only a few.
At 2 o'clock in the evening, with its and twist flowers, I became the first person in the city today to eat food and see the beautiful scenery, is not very lucky.
When it comes to snowflakes, there is always an inseparable emotion.
When I was young, my family said that snowflakes were originally flour, and people could take home flapjacks to eat anytime and anywhere, and the people never lacked food.
But then, one day, when God wanted to investigate the human world, he became an old woman who wanted food, and met a peasant woman with a baby holding a round and large cake in her hand, and the beggar and the peasant woman asked for the big cake to eat, and the peasant woman not only refused, but also said with vigor and words: "I just give the child a pi stock, and I will not give you food."
After the beggar sadly left, the white face of the heavens became flour.
Probably because of this story, I have a more intimate love for snow since I was a child.
Since listening to that story, I no longer dare to waste food, and I dare not be even more careless with vulnerable groups such as the elderly and beggars, and I must avoid the actions of peasant women.
I have to sigh that Dad is really a master storyteller.
A story can produce so much energy.
Therefore, as a parent, do not waste the golden opportunity to tell stories to your children, but at the same time, you must be cautious about opening your mouth
Now the snowflakes are still there, the stories are there, I'm here, the faces are there, the beggars can often be seen, and the peasant women are there, Daddy... Also.
Well, it's always been there.
Some things can be eternal, right?
I still remember that two days ago, the child said that he wanted to play in the snow, and I swore that it was already spring, and I had to wait for next year, and today I was punched in the face.
More importantly, I realized a question, although the answer was clean and neat, but it ruthlessly shattered the child's dream, this point should be noted, in the future, you can be cautious to respond to the child's every expectation, just like the Wright brothers' mother~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
At this moment, against the background of the lights, the snowflakes flying are like ballet dancers in a symphony, beautiful, really beautiful. The United States can't bear to break this rhythm, but still have to gently tell you: travel safety.
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I am Jian Shuxin, pay attention to me, we enjoy the snow together~