Seeing the weather forecast, Hangzhou will have "blizzard" in these two days. I haven't so many snow for a long time. I still have a lot of snow when I am in elementary school, and all the roads are covered by snow. I am going back to school. Home is to walk back with Dad, the road slip, and I estimate to slip, anyway, my father "squat". I remember that there is a small bridge, I deliberate half-foot, I am happy with my father, happy.
I think of snow, I think of ice, think of ice, I think that the day when I am sitting on my father's bike, my father will go to school on the way to go to school will pass a pit, there are always some small water ponds, a layer or thick Or thin ice, I am sitting on the bicycle, always reminding my dad to ride from ice, and Dad is always refused, but I can't stand my trouble, I occasionally rushed from the ice, I will have a fragmented The sound, especially like this voice.
Gradually, or now, it seems that most cases I have to see the pond or other, I will also avoid them like others, and the fun of childhood seems to have forgotten.
But I am still me, occasionally, I will make a child who like to do it, I feel very happy.
It's another snow, I can't forget the big snow in 2004. . . I often take out those photos and short films and look at it. . .
Time is in the past. . . Space is also changing. . . A smile is also in Change. . . Leave only memories. . .
I just ^ _ ^ in the brain
--2005-01-11 23:57:10
