Composition: winter composition

Essay: Winter Essay 1 Autumn has gone and winter has come again. All the green leaves are gone, only the thin trunk is left. Is the heart still there?

This winter came a little early. Many thoughts are still in the dream of autumn sunset, unwilling to wake up again and again and stay in a daze all day in the bleak winter. Don't live in the past and then look for it. It's easier said than done.

The wilderness is silent, and there is still smoke in the distance. Because it is morning, in this eternal world, this beauty will eventually disappear without a trace in the future. Grass, all turned into barren grass, dry people can't believe that it used to be so full of vitality. The water in the river is green and cold, and the algae in the river seems to be hidden in the water, as if it knows. This is a cold winter.

I always feel lonely and aimless. It is cold, and no amount of clothes can warm your lonely heart. If I can, I would like to turn into a breeze and float away at will; If I can, I'd like to be a seaweed and hide in cold water, although I don't know if I'm lonely.

Calm your mind, calm your mood and look at the sky indifferently. Maybe there are clouds floating in the winter sky, but the coming and going of clouds, such as the gathering and scattering of duckweed, doesn't mean much in itself, but I can't forget you.

Thinking of you, I shouldn't think of you in this desolate winter. I shouldn't be so sad. I have had many wonderful memories of you, but I can't blur the past memories.

I know you very well, but I can't stand you, and I don't want to try my best to please you, but you don't understand me, which makes my mood become angry and discouraged again and again. If love is invisible, I can make hate come true, but I can't hate you.

Your selfishness, willfulness, small temper, and your rudeness are getting worse. I hide on the other side of the world, but I can't escape you.

Is this winter? It does look like you!

Look, before long, the snow will be overwhelming and full of poetry, covering up all the disappointments. Even if snow turns into water, it will melt the heart into soil. With new hope, in the spring breeze next year, green leaves will grow, flowers will bloom and life will be full!

In winter, I lost myself, but in winter, I saw you more clearly. In winter, all the beauty of Hua Song vanished, but I didn't die because of it, just waiting for a ray of spring, the mountains and rivers are still beautiful, the vegetation is still green, and I gradually understand the meaning of life.

In winter, although you are not beautiful, I don't want to miss you.

In winter, although you are not gentle, I don't want to lose you.

In winter, in the winter of life cycle, feel the truth of life! Make life more substantial and meaningful!

Essay: Winter Essay 2 Bored after dinner, strolling by the river in winter. The weeds are cold, but the fishermen are still the same: they come to the shore early and throw down the bait to prepare for fishing. Cold never seems to affect them.

On a secluded path by the river, the breeze blows over the willows and reeds on the shore, like a distant old song, soft and rustling, with an ancient and elegant charm. Thinking about taking a break for half a day, or sitting under a small window, at a stone table, drinking a cup of green tea, or leaning against the bridge fence, by the clear water, I want to thank bloom, and the clouds gather. Or draw a landscape, hold a lane of poetry, taste eternal life and feel thousands of customs. The in the mind is unprovoked generous. It seems that the common pursuit in the world of mortals has been missed in all cases.

A clump of green grass unexpectedly jumped into our eyes. In this world where trees are rustling and everything is dying, it is so fresh and pleasing to the eye. It is the guardian of perseverance and vitality. With it, the earth will have fire and people will have hope. Looking around, we can see that all kinds of green exist in various forms, under trees, in grass, in crevices, by the road, by the water, in many unknown places, a wisp or a piece, a stem or a cluster, or dark green, or light green, or yellow green. They stick to their own vitality, waiting, expecting and passing on until the severe winter passes and spring warms bloom. At that time, they retired and disappeared into the ocean of vitality. They are like our people. When there are heroes, they are safe in knowledge life. When heroes disappear, they guard them in different forms. They look ordinary and humble, but they are tough and great. Only in the cruel winter can they see their true colors. Not a hero, but a hero.

Slowly, the sun, like a burning fireball, hangs on the trees in the east. It is golden and dazzling. Under its general crossing, the broken branches and leaves of trees swept away the decadence of the past, cheered up and stood on the horizon, dazzling. Reed flowers have always been the most common in the world of mortals, with neither beautiful flowers nor exotic fruits. Even its dense green leaves are not sought after because of the danger of piercing the skin. But in this winter, its swaying white hair is caged in the golden morning glow, just like a beautiful gown on the cage, which has a dazzling effect. They are swaying, roaring and frolicking in the wind. They have no resentment against the cold winter, but they are grateful for the warmth of winter. The river is blue and colorful. Not only in front of us, Jiuzhou and Bahuang in the distance have a warm atmosphere, creating a dreamlike oil painting on this plain in the north of China.

Occasionally, I saw a tree growing in a big bush, with branches sticking out from the big tree above my head and weeds on my feet. The rain is still falling, spreading its branches and facing the whole life calmly, my heart has softened. I missed it, struggled when it was rough, and I ignored its wanton youth. Now its branches and leaves are bare, but it is humble and natural. Although it is not at the best moment, is it also a kind of luck compared with those waiting that you will never see in your life? In the world of mortals, there are too many regrets, so cherish the meeting in front of you.

"Those three shots outside Yuanmen." There is a loud singing voice of Henan Opera. That's a sanitation worker in Hekou Park, enjoying himself while working. He is an old worker in his fifties. He often gets up early and cleans up the garbage the night before nobody cleans the park. By the time people got up for morning exercises, he had finished cleaning and was listening and singing with a record player in his hand. He often said: life depends on your own business. If you put your heart into it, life will be beautiful everywhere. Listening to his plays and thinking about his words, my heart is a little abrupt. Life has never met him smoothly, but he is always so open-minded and generous that people can't help but admire and respect him. Life has never wronged me, but I am always unhappy and full of complaints. As a descendant of China, how can the gap be so big?

The river is long, but the road is short. When I walked through this path, my heart suddenly relaxed, as if this winter was no longer as cold and long as the other day.

Essay: Winter Essay 3 It's raining outside the window, and the smell of winter permeates the whole city, which makes me add clothes. I can't help wondering why this ghost is so cold in winter, which gives me a sad feeling of "walking through the pale snowflakes in the jagged night mountain, a lonely stranger" in the poem! Not the poet's eyes, just like the feelings of ice and snow in the glass world. DuDu! DuDu! DuDu! The phone rang, and it did! This is a home phone. As soon as I answered the phone, I heard my mother say, "It's cold. Remember to put on more clothes. Call home if you have no money! " ! Don't carry it alone Come back and have a look sometime. We are still here! Hearing this, my tears could not help falling, perhaps because my sentimental heart can't stand this lonely winter! I suppressed my emotions and said to my mother, "Mom, I have something to do. I'll talk later! I hung up the phone. In fact, it's not that I don't want to answer the phone, but that I don't want to show my vulnerability in front of my parents, even though I am a child in their eyes! But this may be my disappointing self-esteem.

I looked out of the window and thought about what my mother had just said. My mood is high again. Yes, I'm not alone. I still have a home. I can't help thinking of Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home. Yes, I should go back! In this busy work, I seem to have forgotten the two old people at home. Haven't called home for a long time? I haven't talked to them for a long time, and I haven't been back for a long time! I can't help but get lost in thought.

I flipped through the books in my hand and read, "You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . It's plum blossoms. When you pass my silk window, the cold plum blossoms! . Suddenly I feel homesick and fantasize about sitting under the old buttonwood tree in front of the building, drinking with my father and chatting with my mother. Eating my favorite food makes my heart warm as if it were not cold this winter.

Often go home to see, pour a cup of tea, put a bowl of rice, ask a cold, simple but enough, often go home to see, even if there have been some unpleasant experiences, perhaps painful or helpless, but they have all become the past. I really want to go home often, don't wait until I miss it. After all, it's home, and if it's gone, it's really gone.

I can't help thinking, if one day, the family is old and can't call us, how can we know the recent situation of our parents? If we are still busy with our work and neglect our family, will we regret it later? If we think about it now, we will say in the future: if I can start over, I will! Is there a wake-up call? Do you look at the present and cherish it? "Life in a hurry for eighty years, Conan woke up from a dream. Mo Tao has no memories in this life, but he hates life on the bridge. "

Although it is very cold this winter, my heart is warm.

Like a burning volcano, it is about to erupt!

Essay: Winter Essay 4 When the cold wind twisted around the waist and got into people's collars, causing spasms of skin and blood vessels, winter had already begun. It came quietly and with great fanfare. Quiet and noisy. The sun flew away in a hurry. The lonely moon is thin and lonely. Yellow weeds and the night in Leng Yan inadvertently simplify everything.

In the cold winter, curled up in bed, listening to the purr of the window lattice, the wind beat like an experienced drummer, and the leaves and dust were blown high by the wind, falling like a spring without weight. The winter wind has lost its softness and become wilder, and it has become unscrupulous. It is said that the cold winter has drained people's desire for winter, and the rest is the hard injury that the body can't stretch. I don't know when it started. The cold wind was blowing and first frost was flying, which became the whole image of winter. When I fell asleep, I woke up like a dream. When I was a child, I painted with my hands on the window, snowballed and made a snowman, and hid and played hide-and-seek. My hands and face turned red with cold, and my smile in my eyes was still not halved. When I wake up in the morning, a person looks at the frost-covered land outside the house through the glass, desperately suppressing the awe and fear of various mysterious forces of nature. In the past countless winters, the wind has blown countless times, testing mankind, and we can't escape from the forest with lofty destiny.

A stone, a tree, annual rings, white clouds and pale dogs, this year will eventually pass, and the replacement of the four seasons is mixed with fragile time, which will be broken in an instant when touched lightly. At the end of this difficult four seasons, cold wind, frost, night rain and heavy snow will all come at the same time, just like the rejection in a certain memory and the irresistible pressure on the way.

In the chaotic winter, the calendar on the desk is turned over mercilessly, the memories of the past are far away and near, and the accumulated sparks are suddenly hidden. In the month of 65438+ February, a trace of melancholy was actually derived from thinking. Young children began to learn, willow branches showed new green, and frost climbed up their parents' eyebrows. Life is originally Tai Chi between heaven and earth, balanced and restrained, impartial, parting and meeting is just a way to cross. Happy you, silent you, sad you and sweet you will all become the past and the only one in our limited edition.

Fortunately, I'm not a wanderer. I don't feel wandering. I don't look back and miss a certain place. This is my hometown. I grew up here and will eventually grow old here. When I was young, I had a dream and longed to travel around the world with a sword, only to find that such a wish was just the gravel on the earth and the breeze in the sky, which disappeared. When I am old, I am busy making a living, accustomed to the noise of the world, learn to measure when I meet people, and play with fireworks all day. After a year, only in the deep and lazy winter can we take a break, miss the warmth, remember the spring, and show a slow look back on 365 days and nights.

On a dry winter day, I smelled a kind of humidity and longing. The luxuriant chlorophytum hangs down, and the delicate buds are shyly draped over the shoulders of the crab claw orchid. I knocked on the keyboard at random and looked at old photos, three years ago, five years ago, ten years and twenty years ago. In contrast, I found that many things suddenly appeared and disappeared, such as eyes; I am seriously looking for something that will remain unchanged for decades, such as a smile. When I was in junior high school, I wore a men's school uniform, short hair and thorns, and a small and fresh white shirt. I spent a dazzling time in my life, passed through reincarnation, and still set off a storm in my calm heart. I know, no matter how old you are, goodbye is also the beginning. The power it contains is the "avalanche" in the legend of Wulin, which exerts endless positive energy and is the ultimate collection that life is eager to share and care for.

In the delicate winter, I would like to do this often. I will use my years to break through the gloom and desolation of winter, let the light spread inch by inch, rise like a reed, and let the whole city bloom in front of my eyes, in my brow and in the smiling time.

Prose Essay: Winter Essay 5 will always be such a season, which breeds an inextricable knot. There are always too many spring flowers and autumn moons destined to be left in stories with no ending and reincarnation, silently comforting old scars.

It's always such a season, the faltering footsteps bring a faint burning pain in my heart, and there will always be an ideal wing falling into infinity, longing for the wind letter of melting ice into milk.

It's always this season, and it's too late to catch up with the curtain call of the four seasons. Many flying emotions and warm applause have become lazy memories. At this time, I can only whisper my nostalgic heart and soothe my desolate heart alone.

It is always such a season, we can't find the way home and the way forward, and we can't find the banner and sincere care that can guide our journey. I can't find the longing for spring, the flame of summer, the rich waves of autumn, and I am lost in my own vastness alone, looking forward to the reincarnation of wind and warmth.

Alas, it's always this season.

Essay: Winter Essay 6 Because I am used to getting up early, I have the opportunity to witness the scenery in those mornings.

The scenery in the sky. In winter, before dawn at five in the morning, if there is no moon, it will still be full of stars. The constellation Ursa major, Ursa minor, the Milky Way across the sky, and meteors across the sky from time to time all make the sky seem strange. Finally, I will set my eyes on the shining Big Dipper, and then follow the connection between Shu Tianxing and Tian Xuanxing to find the humble star that always shows the way to the lost. As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer stars in the sky, leaving only a few morning stars to greet the dawn.

The scenery on the ground. At first, it was dark and I couldn't see clearly. Those green trees and rocks are gone, and only the blended black has become the main body of the mountain. Occasionally, a few birdsongs come from those dark places, which will give you a strange feeling. Those early birds should be the souls of these Montenegro. Later, as the sky gradually brightened, the outline of the mountain appeared. The winding mountains, steep peaks and forests with open arms give the mountains a clearer image. Finally, it was completely bright and the angular mountains woke up. I saw birds flying back and forth between the mountains.

No matter what season, there are scenery, but I only love the morning scenery in winter. ...

Essay: Winter Essay 7 In recent days, although the weather is getting colder and colder, the mood is as bright as spring. Because every morning when I walk into the office, there is always a cup of hot tea on the table.

I know this is Li's credit. Lily always arrives earlier than me every day. Not only did she clean the office spotless, but she also did not forget to pour me a cup of hot tea. I smiled gratefully at her, and she smiled back at me, and the air was suddenly filled with warm breath.

Li's kindness reminds me of something my father never forgets!

That winter, my father took my grandmother to my second aunt's house in Qinghai. There were few cars at that time, and I planned to go to Lingbao by car. The night before, I stayed at my grandmother's house. Grandma's neighbor, a kind old man, knows that grandma is in poor health. At four o'clock the next morning, as soon as Dad got up, the old man brought two bowls of steaming jiaozi. "I heard that you two girls are going to catch the bus. I got up early and packed some jiaozi. The weather was cold, I ate well and hurried on. " Looking at the old man holding a steaming jiaozi, my father said that at that moment, my heart was warm.

Decades have passed, and my father is very moved every time he talks about it!

In fact, how can this warmth be passed on between acquaintances?

That year, I traveled alone. Soon after I got on the bus, I got carsick. Dizziness and nausea! In desperation, I bent down, pressed my head tightly on the seat in front, covered my stomach with one hand, covered my mouth with the other, and closed my eyes. I felt unspeakable discomfort in my heart. "Come on, somewhere else. It would be better for you to sit by the window and blow the wind. " The middle-aged woman next door gently tugged at my skirt. I obediently changed seats with her, and the cool wind blew on my face, which was really much better. "It would be better to eat an apple here." She smiled and handed me a red apple. I was embarrassed to refuse and smiled at her. I feel much more comfortable with that apple!

Many years have passed, and I can't remember what she looks like, but that red apple has been fragrant for many years!

A glass of water, a bowl of rice and an apple are insignificant, but the warmth they bring is priceless! As long as we have love in our hearts, someone in our eyes and affectionate manners, be a warm person and let love pass, no matter how dull the days will be, no matter how ordinary the life will be, it will shine!

Essay: Winter Essay 8 The crisp autumn days have long passed, and the slight cold wind ushered in the early winter. As shallow as water, life has long lost its magnificence.

The extraordinary and wonderful life that I once pursued has been destroyed beyond recognition by reality, and it seems that I can only muddle along and comfort myself. It is also a kind of happiness to come calmly.

Self-deception to abandon the dream in my heart and the distance, the days are getting more and more idle, if the dream is accidentally lost, there is nowhere to find it. The only thing left is to kill yourself with books and make up for the emptiness inside.

Man is a contradiction in essence. He is too comfortable and wants to wander around, wandering far away. After several rounds, I thought of seclusion in the mountains and returned to the fields. So, you never know what you really want, just answer that sentence, whose youth is not confused.

I used to have more ideas than I could count. I am looming in the passage of time. Those who once became just once. Now, thinking of those times, I ask myself with a wry smile, where have you been? Rene Liu's song came to mind unconsciously: Please allow me to calm down and bury the past with silence. I come from a stormy sea. Oh, there you are.

When I was still in high school, I was deeply infatuated with Sanmao. At that time, I just wanted to grow up quickly. When I grow up, I can wander far away, go to Europe, go to North Africa and look for Sanmao's footprints. If Sansheng is lucky, I will visit the place where Sanmao lived several times, especially the place called Sahara. Even though the days are hard, I am happy. Of course, dreams are beautiful, but they are beyond my power.

When I arrived at the university, I also went through several places, but the feelings in my dreams could not meet my inner satisfaction. These passions are not deeply rooted. I visited the mountains and rivers in love the water, love the water, but there was only one feast for the eyes, which made me feel refreshed and broadened my horizons, and rarely touched the real things in my heart.

Whether studying or traveling, there is always a body and a spirit on the road. Qianshan traveled all over the world just to meet you on the road, but where are you? I met only the same scenery and countless pictures, and what was fixed in the photo album was memories.

If you don't satisfy your life, you're bound to do something. This summer, I want to go out and experience life, feel the sufferings of the world and experience the warmth and coldness of human feelings.

Sure enough, as I wish, I have to sigh after tossing myself to pieces. The routine in the city is too deep. I want to go back to campus and keep quiet. I never want to go anywhere with my sword, and I never want to see the prosperity of the world.

Endless bitterness, endless life experience, my best friend and I have been busy for almost a month, enthusiastically promoting those unpopular products, braving the high temperature and summer heat, and in the state of outdoor temperature as high as 37 degrees, countless sweat on my forehead and red face, always firmly believe that as long as we persist, we will eventually gain something. But life tells us that things that go against our wishes will never disappear. Only in this way can you grow. In the end, the product was not sold, but was tanned. Even the last salary was cut by half, and you had the cheek to ask for it. At that moment, I really had nothing to say and felt very unlucky.

At that moment, I felt that school life was as warm as heaven. At that moment, I couldn't wait to go back to campus, study hard, live well, and never think about those distant dreams and distant places again. Just live a down-to-earth life. Not everyone has the opportunity to pursue a comfortable life. Cherish the present is enough.

Therefore, man is an insatiable species. When you get what you want, you never know how to cherish it. When you lose it, you will regret it in every way. How far is the road ahead? Walk all the way to see. If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come.

Prose Essay: Winter Essay 9 Although the winter in Nanchang is cold, most of the time it is gray, rainy and cold. But in those sunny days, I became extremely greedy. In Agricultural University, bloom is accompanied by rain and dew in the morning, leaves fall at dusk, and there are about 8 hours of sunshine. I have collected it carefully these days. Every time I meet it, my heart will melt over the tall broad-leaved forest in the north of the school with the warm sunshine, turn into a boat and wander freely on the plane as blue as the sea.

It rained a little last night. I don't know what time it is at midnight. It is raining outside. In the hazy dream, I heard countless tiny raindrops beating on leaves, houses and land. I suddenly woke up and my thoughts began to wander.

After handing in the foreign literature paper, a man walked out of the second teaching with his schoolbag on his back. The boulevard in the north area is wet with the sun's rays. The trees next to the corner are tall and straight, most of them have lost their leaves, the thick trunks are straight into the sky, and the slender branches are painted with all kinds of graffiti in the air. The dead leaves under the tree generally wrap this land, and the traces of rain last night are clear and bright in yellow. Being in it, I suddenly remembered Gu Cheng's poem: "Life is short, the world is long, I am in the middle, it's time to rest." "Life is as beautiful as summer flowers, and death is as beautiful as fallen leaves". It doesn't matter whether I am dead or alive. I only know that I want to feel this moment quietly, accept the warm sunshine, lie in it like a fallen leaf and have a rest.

Clusters of delicate clover were found among the small leaves, and clear raindrops were still stretching on the green leaves. Walking on, I looked up and saw seven or eight maple leaves crowded at the end of a bare gray branch, with fiery red color and clear texture, proudly singing maverick songs in the sky. All the leaves have fallen out, only these leaves are completely red, shining brightly in the sun. The stubborn gesture reminds me of my favorite "stubbornness" in May: "My last stubbornness, I will never let go." Passing the mall in front of the old museum, my shutter can't stop. That row of 100-meter-long tall camphor trees, each with a history of more than 100 years, is covered with green moss on its vigorous branches. Subtropical evergreen broad-leaved plants, full of green trees, magnificent and quiet. I really hope I can become such a big tree. I don't have a sad and happy posture. As time goes by, I only quietly accept the sunshine and rain, and I keep growing into the sky. My heart is more and more open, broad, green and boundless.

At four or five o'clock, the sun began to set. The sunset glow in the west is changing in color in the clouds. Red, purple, purplish red, white and blue are intertwined, and the sea of clouds fluctuates, showing its final climax above the ground level. Magnificent, beautiful and short-lived pictures have become images that cannot be abandoned in the visual pursuit. "I don't know what it is, but it is deeply hidden in the past." It is such a dusk moment, that fleeting short time, connecting one today after another in our lives. And how many times a year can we really stop and enjoy such moments?

In winter, I never sleep. It is the body that sleeps, and the heart that doesn't sleep. If there is such a sunny day, go out for a walk to sober up. Also take out the things in your heart to bask in, and strengthen some immortal determination and dreams.

Composition: winter composition 10 the desk is fairly neat, with several writing brushes, an inkstone and a pen container. What you see is a sentence, a painting and a poem. They are always quietly in front of my eyes. When I am tired, I can see them when I look up. My blue-skinned and white-bellied chinchilla is squinting at me, and the next poem "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" is also infecting me with its elegant, delicate and refined poetic style. I can see the bright moon in my hometown every time I look up. At this time, the bright moon in my hometown is deserted. In the bookshelf on my right, there are all kinds of books on literary psychology, which are my companions for leisure and comfort when I am depressed and full of complaints. I am a child who loves books. Why do you say that? Because every time I study, I treat myself as a child. Children are curious, naive and like to ask questions.

Under the small desk lamp, it is the place where all my thoughts are knotted, and it is also the place where I can see the handprints and fingerprints on my hands. One is thought, and the other is fate. I always think the person under the lamp is the most beautiful. When I was a child, there was a mother sewing clothes. When I grew up, there was a teacher leaning against the window with lilacs in his hand. Now read quietly and practice a few words under the lamp. Mother's back is getting farther and farther away, and the teacher with lilac fragrance is old. I dreamed that my future father and teacher were here. One is thought, and the other is fate.

Winter is coming, and a large area of golden ginkgo orchards are scattered all over the floor. We stood on the soft leaves, shrinking our heads, wearing big scarves, and our mouths were still white. Remember the way they are still in the tree, so solemn. At that time, I thought of autumn in Northland, JD.COM and Nara, so Wen Ya-my heart became pious. It was a travel-stained pilgrim, a sullen ascetic.

1 1 month's cold wind, I'm afraid my thoughts will be frozen if I accidentally yawn and forget what to do. I never like hiding in a quilt. After getting up early, I didn't cover the quilt until evening, so I slept less. I occasionally take a nap during the day. When the weather is warm, I don't feel tired this season. If I always stay under the covers, but I can't sleep, it is a very distressing thing for me. It always hurts to think about insomnia at night. It is best to fall asleep before midnight, but you can't fall asleep before midnight every time.

It's cold, the air conditioner next door is on, the warm wind is whistling, and it's very comfortable to wear light clothes. We are still busy mopping here and there every day, this dress needs to be dried, that dress needs to be washed, when the trash can is full, when the toilet is not cleaned, and so on. None of us like the smell of air conditioning. After a long time, it is easy to be stuffy and the air is not circulating. Only nature can make the room elegant. This elegance exists between heaven and earth, and everything lasts forever. It is not good to isolate air end to end. The temperature of that pot of vermicelli palm should not be lower than 25 degrees in winter. If it's too hot indoors, it's not good to let it digest. You may be afraid of the cold. This may also be suspicious. If these people were here, they wouldn't be cold.

It will be colder in a few days and there is no sign of snow. I also guess there will be a heavy snow this year. The scene of rain and snow floated in our minds again and again. I still remember the snow seven years ago. Pheasants and wild boars on that mountain are running around in cold, and sparrows always come to our house. The snowman piled up in those days and the Maitreya Buddha piled up at the intersection are still unforgettable. Although it was piled in the snow, everyone came in and knelt down to say goodbye. It was piled by the master who carved bodhisattvas in the village. His hands turned red and the Bodhisattva smiled. Not wearing gold, but made of pure white and pure snowflakes, the world laughed and hissed. The master was around, holding a snow shovel, and we were all laughing. It snowed the night before yesterday. I have never seen such heavy snow. We stamped our feet with excitement and caught the biggest snowflake with our mouths. Sleeping that night was also exciting. My grandmother, my brother and my grandfather are in the same bed. Warm pictures and warm quilts are enough to stop my memory. My brother and I are waiting. What we will see tomorrow morning is snow-capped, and the world is pure and beautiful! Grandpa is at the bedside, and he can talk again. How many years ago, on that snowy day, the snow was even heavier than today. ......

Grandpa, take care of yourself at home. Grandma, put on more clothes when it's cold. Grandpa, get up at night and wear a thicker coat. Remember to turn off the TV. Don't always turn off your phone after waking up in the middle of the night. I'm verbose again. It's getting late. Let's all go to bed early. I'm a little homesick and miss you.