I have loved winter since I was a child, especially the snowy winter days. My mother often teased me that I was a mouse with no tail-a monster, but I still preferred snowflakes as always. The poet Nalan Rong Ruo once sang of snow like this, "The cold place is better. There are no roots and shoots. It is not a flower of wealth in the world." Snowflakes should be the most noble and most ethereal manifestation of water. Xie Daowen, a talented woman in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, said, "It is not the willow catkin because of the wind", which has long been chanted vividly. Generally, after the temperature drops sharply, it will be light and graceful, swirl one after another, and come everywhere, with clouds on the top and dust on the bottom, covering all the beauty and ugliness in the world, clean and boundless, just like a dress from God to the earth, dressing up the landscape and countryside with concavity and convexity, a fairy tale world carved by ice and jade! Like an angel, it presents a different kind of visual beauty to the world, brushing away people's resentment against the cold weather. Can't help but attract great people sincerely praise, "must be sunny, look at the red makeup, especially enchanting, so many beautiful rivers and mountains"!

It has been a long time since the beginning of winter this year, and snowflakes have begun their close contact with the earth with the footsteps of the cold current. People in the north have already enjoyed the magnificent landscape of "thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow.

However, in the south, it is still "light frost does not kill the luxuriant grass, and the desert sand is dry at the beginning of the warm day". Snow as gentle reserved woman, always late. I remember that in some years of winter, I didn't even see her. Occasionally, it was very easy to come out after a thousand calls. It was just a thin layer, dotted, understated, and without any charm. It was inevitable that people would be disappointed. In fact, this is the result of our earth people to blame. Since the industrial revolution, the rapid development of industry in various countries in the world has aggravated the greenhouse effect of the atmosphere and made global warming, which is what we have perceived together. With the vigorous protection and governance of the environment in various countries in recent years, there will be several heavy snowfalls in the south of the Yangtze River in winter in recent years. However, compared with the heavy snow I saw when I was a child, there is no big wizard. Really worried that many years later, snowflakes will become a distant legend, will disappear in the south. In these long-awaited days, I often think of those snowy days.

I remember when I was a child, my grandmother was like a weather station worker before it snowed, saying that there was snow in the yellow sky. What wet snow is the base; What kind of cover (fog in my hometown's dialect) can't be closed completely, overcast frost and snow to accompany some inferences about the weather based on experience. I still doubt it at first, but the snowflakes always come as promised! And it only seems to be able to stand firm at night, filling the ground gently and skillfully. In the morning, I woke up as usual and felt strange: it was time to get light. why was the light in the room still dim and could penetrate into the roof of the sun and moon on weekdays? at the moment, the wooden windows nailed with plastic sheets were shining with white light. apart from the sound of "washing" from time to time, it was surprisingly quiet outside the room. I thought it must be snowing, so I immediately jumped out of bed, wore my shoes and rushed outside to see. "Oh, it's snowing! It's snowing!" I cried with joy as the thick snow came into view. Then eagerly picked up a handful of snow that had fallen on the steps and held it, and stayed there to watch. Outside the world wrapped in silver, the branches are full of snow, looking like clusters of flowers from afar, the snow is soft and soft, it will make people suspect that it is a small white cloud that has fallen carelessly. Occasionally, there will be a heavy load falling down and making the sound of washing and washing.

"Sister, why don't you go in! It's so cold outside!" After a while, my mother deliberately bluffed me. I was busy, dancing and running back to my room, shrinking into the quilt and waiting for her to deliver food. Every snowy or freezing morning, my brother and I as long as at home, my mother will let us squeeze in a bed to eat. We were like little rabbits in a cave, smacking our food with relish. After dinner, mother lit a good fire to let us up. I have asked many of my peers, none of whom have such experience. Every time I recall these times, my heart is warm. Although the mother occasionally beat and scold us, but give us a lot of love!

The most interesting thing is when it's frozen. In the early morning, the yellowish sun in the snowy day is far away, and the white snow color is set against each other. There is no warmth on the body, and the long ice on the eaves and branches is crystal clear. The pond was covered with thick ice and white vapor in the sun. It was the skating rink when we were young. When adults go to the pond to wash vegetables, wash clothes and carry water, they all need to use hoes to knock hard on the ice and break a big hole. In the late 1970 s and early 1980 s, most of the rural dwellings were adobe houses, and there were a very small number of thatched houses. There is a hut next door to my grandmother's house. The cottage had a low cornice, and the ice was at our fingertips. We used it as a long gun and short cannon to attack each other. Two people were in groups. The people standing in front were holding ice in their hands, and their feet were pedaling a stone to let the people behind push it, like a chariot, chasing me. Sometimes the cooperation was not good. Several groups of people fell into a ball, and their red hands rubbed on the hard ice floor, causing pain. One by one, they stood up and still giggled. The laughter was enough to shake the ice flowers off the trees. Feet on the frozen ice and snow "sizzling" sound, ice was broken all over the floor, the hut around became our amusement park, for a time very lively.

I read high that winter also had a heavy snow. The trees around the campus are like Santa Claus standing in line. Some thin trees are bent by the snow and still stretch out stubbornly. The paulownia tree, which is the same age as the new school building, stands between the two teaching buildings. The tall crown of the tree is the only one with bare branches. They seem to know secretly how the students should deal with hardships.

Throughout the morning, like goose feathers, like light flocs of snowflakes falling, the ground was trampled on the potholes and quickly filled into a white one. At that time, the students in our class came from the township-run middle schools in the county and knew very little about each other. Teenagers whose personalities have been slightly determined are no longer as familiar with each other as they were when they were young. Although we have been together for more than two months, each other is still a timid stranger. The snow stopped in the afternoon. The first class was physical education. Teacher Tan, the physical education teacher, asked the whole class to have a snowball fight in front of the teaching building. The whistle of the war blew for a long time, but the students scattered in twofold and twofold. I don't remember who was the first to run to the thick snow, rolled a big snowball, and suddenly smashed it into the place where the students gathered, and the snow was splashing everywhere. This move suddenly aroused the fighting spirit of all the boys. They quickly grabbed the snow and squeezed it into small groups and threw it at each other. After a while, they began to attack our girls. At that time, there were more than 70 people in the class, of whom only 13 were girls. Obviously, men and women could not compete, so they had to play together. Rolling a big snowball on the back of the neck, the scattered snow ball next to the skin, slowly melting into cold drops of water slide into the back, the feeling aroused the attacked people to fight back more quickly. For a while, the unfailing childlike innocence flooded, and the "puff" of laughter, calls, and snow bumps were endless.

At the end of that class, the students no longer pretended to be reserved and became familiar with each other. I soon gained the friendship of Ah Jie, Ah Ming and Ah Hui. The four of us are even like friends in the Jianghu. We talk about everything. The current word "best friend" is. Sometimes I will have tears in my eyes as long as I think of the assumption that one day I hear Amin call me "old four" with her soprano voice, which is a match for Jiangyang Zhuoma! Snowy winter days are often encountered, such as the snow drifting to the end of the world's playmates, classmates have not seen for years. It's really "don't come quickly, the old tour is like a dream"!

In January 2018, another heavy snowfall fell for several consecutive days. Although the snow scenery is beautiful, it brings a lot of inconvenience to those who need to go out and return home every day. It can be called a snow disaster. At a time when the company has zero inventory, in order to ensure the safe and smooth operation of workers, the chairman of the board resolutely made new measures: to book rooms in nearby hotels to arrange accommodation for employees, and leaders at all levels to pick up employees by car on time. There are hundreds of employees in the company who do not live in the factory, and they also work day and night shifts. Then the surrounding manufacturers rushed to follow suit, and many hotels near the industrial park were full on that day. In those days of snow disaster, we ate free meals, rich dishes, and stayed in hotels, which was quite pleasant. However, the leaders were so tortured that they had to intercept and persuade some employees who wanted to take the risk of cycling home every day.

A friend in need is a friend in truth. In the face of disaster, health and life are far above the interests, which not only reflects the good character of the new generation of entrepreneurs and the brilliance of humanity, but also reflects the progress of social civilization! In the past, when I read the book, I cried for the miserable situation of the lowest class workers in the old society. The company's move touched me greatly. I began to like this factory, like their own work. Although there are occasional complaints when tired, the mentality is positive and optimistic. It is no longer a monk living in the world like a clock, but a serious and enterprising work and life. As far as the role is concerned, the contract worker is actually the predecessor of our migrant workers, but the fate and living environment of the two are very different. How lucky I am to work in such a factory, how lucky I am to live in today's China, how lucky I am to live in the society at that time!

Ordinary people should do their duty in ordinary positions, be down-to-earth, simple, and live happily, in order to give back the true feelings of all relatives, friends, and colleagues. Even if life kisses me with pain, I still give it a song! Just like snowflakes present their best state to the world, I should greet every snowstorm in the future with an elegant and tranquil attitude!

"When six flying flowers enter the house, sit and watch the green bamboo become Qiongzhi". I am looking forward to the first snow of this winter, looking forward to more beautiful stories. If I have a dream tonight, I want to turn into a snowflake and fall to the end of the world with the wind.