In winter I

In order to avoid the cold in winter, the doors and windows can only be closed tightly. The transparent glass should be covered with one or two layers of plastic, which will be warmer. With a layer of frost, the glass will not be transparent any more. I, who couldn’t walk, was completely isolated from the outside world, so I had to play in the house. The fire in the stove was very hot, and it was buzzing with the pumping force of the chimney, which seemed like a kind of wonderful music: as long as you like to listen, you can hear whatever song you want to listen to, which is high-pitched, it is low, cheerful, sad, melodious and boring —— but everything is available. Of course, it is because of the mood that you hear when you cheer up, when you lose, you hear a low voice, when you feel happy, when you cry, you hear a sad voice, what you hear when you are busy is melodious, and what you hear when you are bored is boredom. No matter it is a hundred songs, or you can choose one song, whatever I want. While listening, I browsed through the shabby wall, appreciating the cracks and uneven patterns on the wall: as long as you want to see, there will be any pattern you want to see, there are high mountains and rivers, green grass streams, cattle, horses, sheep, Butterfly Dance, vast thirsty desert, boring wasteland, and boundless broad field where the sea and the sky meet each other, there is also the constraint of narrow mountains and rivers —— it can’t be said that all these can be seen in the heart. A restless heart still has expectations, looking forward to the rapid awakening of the sleeping earth, looking forward to the early return of swallows in the distance, looking forward to the spring breeze hitting my window, only in this way can the frost on the window melt and the glass become transparent, but this is no longer my strong desire for the window, although the unchanging scenery outside the window still seduces me, it has been houses, trees and sky for many years —— but it has never made my eyes tired. It doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is that I only hope that my mother’s house next door can be warmer, so that I can miss Spring, Miss Spring and look forward to spring. In my memory, there were stoves and fire walls in my parents’ house, but there was never a piece of coal in the stove every winter. The breath from his mouth was like thick smoke in his parents’ house. The walls were ventilated everywhere, and his parents often caught cold with cold. And my house was so warm that my parents would get up at midnight every day to add coal to my stove, fearing that I would be cold. I knew that there was no money to buy coal at home, but for the sake of the temperature in my house, no matter how difficult it was, what kind of method I would like to take back the coal and burn my stove. Now my father is gone, and my mother is not willing to live in the same house with me. She is afraid of disturbing my study. She still lived in a house with stove and no coal, living every winter that made me feel distressed. How can I feel sad and uneasy while enjoying the warmth and love? Over the years, my mother has given me all her love, and she has been paying for me all the time without end! In winter, I am no longer looking forward to the boy without winter, because I have grown up. I believe that difficulties are like frost on the window. As long as you have enough patience, enthusiasm and love, you will disappear one day. The road of life is like a crack on the wall. There is no straight and tortuous road. As long as you walk along the footsteps of love, you will meet the beauty. Beauty is not necessarily a luxurious life, maybe it is a good mentality. No longer complain for your own defects, no longer panic for temptation, no longer regret for lost. Everything that fate gives me is a test for me. In winter, I am gradually becoming mature.

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