Dreaming, I suddenly remembered the winter in Harbin, the gray winter. The first time I felt the winter in Harbin was a memory of four years ago.
That winter suddenly came. One morning, I woke up occasionally, and a thin breath came from my face, so I knew that winter was coming. Autumn just flashed by, and winter came in a blink of an eye, without turning and transition. I feel winter falling from my head.
Walking in the street, cold, dry and biting winds are everywhere. Not as warm as the south. Although psychologically prepared for the worst, I obviously haven't recovered from the consciousness I developed in 20 years, and my body is stiff and shivering.
The gray sky almost swallowed up other colors of the city and became the only owner. The land, the lake and the skin color of people are all wrapped in gray. Thick clouds are blocked between sunshine and clumsy people, and you can't feel any temperature when you reach out. The whistling northwest wind blew head-on, with ash, pain and dirty, and it was so difficult to breathe.
Snow is the happiest detail of this winter. If rain is the spirit of the south, then snow is the soul of the north. Fortunately, the first snow came early, and I enjoyed my first winter snow just after National Day.
Looking up, those snowflakes are ethereal and illusory in the dim light. Where the wind passes, snowflakes fall leisurely. They always keep spinning. When the wind goes, they reluctantly fall on the hair tips, nose tips and skirts of pedestrians.
There isn't much snow, but just visiting is enough to lay a strip of silver. As if I were a child again, I tugged at the skirts of several buddies excitedly, had snowball fights together, made snowmen together, slid down the slide together, cheered with ecstasy, and got excited with blood boiling together. People who play, people who know and people who don't know are all in the first snow of happiness.
Even if it is cold outside, the heart is warm. Imagine, in a room full of heating, eating melon seeds in twos and threes, chatting and slowly enjoying the time without class, what a pleasant thing! Grandpa Dong came to our side in a hurry with Mr. Qiu's class. It brings the biting wind and the scene of dead branches freezing, which makes us feel that winter is coming!
It's foggy in the morning. The milky fog hangs over the earth, and there is white everywhere. Walking on the road, you can't see the figure clearly dozens of steps away; From the dense fog, you can only vaguely see the buildings and trees in front. In the fog, I heard the car, but I couldn't see the figure. Only the headlights are blinking like eyes.