I have a date with Spring

November 7th is truly a special day.

Sunday, November 7, 2021, Beijing, said good first snow, it was raining... It turned into heavy snow in an instant. Alas, grow up slowly, why rush to grow up.

Pull open the thick curtains and look out, the small square is crowded with people. The screams of children, the laughter of adults, mixed with the sound of shoveling snow, are so lively.

And I, sitting cross-legged, closed my eyes, and slowly calmed my heart. Five minutes, ten minutes... I saw myself carrying a small backpack, my dad walking on my left, my sister walking on the right, the snow on the road was thick, stepping on it, making a creaking sound. Dad doesn't talk, sister tells over and over again, don't talk to strangers, don't eat strangers' things, don't go with strangers... The tickets began, the passengers stood up, I stood up, and So did Dad_ In the midst of the bustling crowd, he held a newspaper and looked intently, like a statue. Sister cried ~ sister, why are you leaving? Silently answer her ~ I have a date with Spring... I didn't dare to look back, like a defeated soldier, I strode towards the train leading to spring...

This is November 7, 2001, Anshan.

It was still bustling outside, the children screaming and whizzing past my window, and I, still sitting quietly, in tears...