It's not cold this winter, about 500 words.

This winter is not cold. The north wind is still blowing mercilessly. There is heavy snow floating outside the window that seems to never stop. I wrapped my thin clothes and subconsciously looked at the closed door. My heart is cold because there is nothing there. I am angry because I neglected the changeable weather, because my careless parents didn't care about their daughters, and even because of my younger brother, who took away the warmth from my parents' arms. I saw the classroom door being knocked down again and again. When the students smiled and took the schoolbags filled with cotton-padded jackets from their parents' hands and feet, the warm eyes of their parents, seemingly scolding words, were actually caring words. I was disappointed more than once, and even became a little careless. I held back the tears in my eyes, forced myself not to look at the door, and comforted myself again and again in my heart. However, the deepest loneliness and gratitude can't be suppressed. I don't remember how I finished my class that day. I only remember that at the end of the last class, the student wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket cheered and ran to the door, while I stayed alone in the classroom and fell asleep in the direction of the door. I don't know how long it has been. I was awakened in my sleep. My mother stood in front of me when I opened my eyes. She was carrying a red plastic bag, her hands were red with cold and her hair was covered with snow. Mother has put the plastic bag on the table and said to me, "don't sleep here, you will catch a cold." Come on, put on your clothes. It's cold today, so be sure to bring clothes next time. " This usually annoying thing sounds so smooth today, I can no longer control my tears, and my heart is full of a long-lost warmth. That time, I cried and felt very warm in my heart.