Look! Whose child is it? His head was covered with snowflakes, and he was rubbing pieces of snowflakes with two small hands in the snow. That focus, no one is watching, and the big eyes that are absorbed in Mao DuDu don't look up; Xiaohong's face is covered with a mass of hot air. He didn't notice me when I passed him. I was infected by his concentration and unconsciously fell into memories of my past in the snowy area.
Every winter, in the rolling mountainous areas of western Liaoning, snow is the first to fall, and there are occasional heavy snow days for several months every year. There is my hometown in the snow-capped mountains, so in winter at that time, in our small mountain village, there are always inexhaustible thick snow sources for children to make snowmen and have snowball fights. Chasing rabbits, catching sparrows and chasing foxes in the snow were the most exciting games when I was older. It can be said that the snow at that time gave me endless joy as a child, just like a dream world. But the snowy day also gave me full of sadness and heroism in difficult times.
When I was in the eighth grade of middle school at the age of 15, I copied a passage about Lu Xun's twelve-month life written by my cousin who was studying at May 7th Agricultural University, and was criticized by those who were hunted down by the Gang of Four as spreading counter-revolutionary rumors. To this end, I left the private high school angrily on a snowy morning, climbed four ridges in the heavy snow and returned to my shivering home. I stayed at home for more than a month. At that time, the snow all over the world froze my hot and tender heart, and I was only sad to be out of school. However, the experience of walking alone in Shan Ye in the heavy snow made me more brave and determined to overcome all difficulties.
Because I like snow, I prefer to write poems about snow, especially Mao Zedong's poems about snow. In those days when there were no poems to read, I recited all Mao Zedong's poems. In particular, his poems about snow always make people feel high-spirited, full of lofty sentiments, and have gone through thousands of difficulties without regrets. When I was working, I came to the real "Wan Li Ice and Snow". I went to Hulunbeier grassland and felt the beauty and purity of snow and the indispensability of spring to everything. If there is no heavy snow all winter, many flowers and plants may die. Without the day and night nourishment of heavy snow in spring, there would be no grass growing in late spring, no cattle and sheep everywhere, and no happy and beautiful days for grassland people. Snow is really a masterpiece of nature. She is a pure and flawless jade dew, and she is unparalleled purity in the vast universe.
Standing at their window and looking out, the snow outside the window is still fluttering. Some girls, some boys and some old ladies have forgotten the cold in snowy days. They walked slowly in the swirl of snowflakes without an umbrella. They are enjoying the beautiful snow and walking towards their warm home.
On this snowy day, the snow is whistling, so you can enjoy it! I deeply bless you, you buried all the filth and let people enjoy the flawless beauty. Even for a short and beautiful moment, you are so selfless and great that people will remember you forever.