Winter in Dublin

At first, the winter in Dublin gave me the most direct feeling of being cold. It's so cold, it feels like a poor winter is prevailing in a deep mountain valley, which makes people want to hibernate immediately. After staying in Dublin for a long time, I try my best to romanticize winter, such as walking in the world of marshmallows, reuniting with my family at Christmas, having snowball fights and making snowmen to ski. Probably in the long-term relationship with Dublin, the initial inadaptability gradually evolved into a habit that was unwilling to change easily and a little fun that was inadvertently perceived.

Walking at home in Dublin on a windy night, I had to check my ears every once in a while. If they are blown away, you must pick them up in time. If you have ears when you pick them up, you must look carefully, otherwise you will find someone else's ears, and others will be anxious! Fortunately, no matter how the demon wind blows in Dublin these years, my ears are always close to my head.

I remember one time at two o'clock in the morning, my roommate Z Jun was coming out of the bathroom with a bath towel, and I happened to bump into me leading two strange little brothers into the door. This group of people were soaked to the skin and laughed wildly. After listening to our explanation in horror, Mr. Z hesitated and pretended to walk back to his room calmly ... This started when I went to a remote corner of Dublin two days ago to test the gun label. I spent two days there * * * 18 hours of theoretical and practical lessons, rubbing my hands with shotguns, semi-automatic rifles and shotguns, and got a certificate. I ate a meal nearby and went home by greyhound in the middle of the night. Unexpectedly, Greyhound beat me in the middle of the station, leaving me wandering around to buy milk and two abandoned Canadian brothers to survive in a deserted wilderness station. Later, led by the little brother who knew the way, we rushed into the subway station like animals that escaped from Madagascar Zoo. Then I went around a few lines and ran to the Greyhound Station outside the city center in the rain and snow. When I arrived, I was told that Greyhound had brought my schoolbag to Montreal. It's early morning, and the subway has stopped. We just walked north along Central Street in the rain, chatting, from the bad weather in Dublin to interesting people here. It talks about the most dangerous thing we have done so far. I told you, when I got lost, I climbed over the railing more than two meters high in knee-high snow and got under the train. Of course, this is nothing compared with the Jewish brothers who cleaned mines on the streets of Israel when they were in military service ... Then, the scene in the first paragraph appeared, and then Jun Z sent thick blankets to these two uninvited guests.

Winter in Dublin is very cold, but it's not that cold. Melancholy can come from the cold air, joy can also emerge in daily life, and even float from the street. It's like walking down the street with friends in the middle of the night. I missed several traffic lights when Shirley/Oh, Jesse boy came out of the bar at the intersection one night. I don't usually take the initiative to think of it, but when I think of it, I seem to realize that winter in Dublin is a bit lovely, too.