about snow

It is still not so late for the citizens to share the amazing snowflake firstly this year. Looks seem as a gentle reminder to us that they are coming even a little bite postponement, but still white enough, pretty enough, chaste enough. Yep, like a kid’s puppy palm touching your cheeks with its instinct chill but cozy later. They are belonging to the paradise but now here to decorate the withered winter and to water the drought city with all of their love. Drift and scatter everywhere, touch it and then kiss it with their fragrance. They seem not willing to ramble over for a long time at one place, flying to another corner, seamless the world, skipping away without noting once in a while, they are fairy, dancing gracefully, mock at the rushing crowds passing by, induce or lure, attractive, appealing, charming, moving, they just go head, looking for their soul mate unremittingly, they know where they want to go definitely, they know it is dangerous journey in the times of adventure permeating, they are desire to show a secret which can’t be spoken out before, it is a secret they’d like to share with the one who know them from inner only. They whisper to me, tell me the truth, ask me to continue, don’t be of timidity, don’t be shame, don’t be afraid since they go along always.

“Why is it so cold this winter?”

“Because of snowing”

“Let’s pile up a snowman?”

“Fine, then warm him with my red scarf, he won’t feel cold so”

I bet that all my memorable stories happened to be the period filled with snow, from classroom to dorm, canteen to library, park to lake, mathematics to economics, optimism to pessimism, prospectively to despairingly, happiness to madness, yesterday to tomorrow, reunite to re-departure, trust to betray, friend to opponent, lover to stranger all of the scenes should be storage on the shelf, unexpectedly, the snow let them go everywhere and spill out of my mind. It is not the murder of snow-self, since they are not the same crystal any more. Contrary to the day before long long ago, when we are rosy cheeks, red lips, and supple knees, we play in the snow, sprayed and shot the snowball to anyone in front of us, we are happy and certainly that will imprint in my memory until next snowy day, for what, for their white, prettiness and chasteness.