[Collection of essays about winter in my hometown] Winter in Liupanshui_1500 words

In 2008, heavy snowfall buried the pain and gave birth to the warmth of life in the thick layer of snow.

No one thought they would be trapped on New Year's Eve. Halfway up the mountain, it was difficult to move forward or backward. The frost was too slippery, and the car did not dare to go any further. We picked up, picked up and dropped off our luggage, and finally the group. people were climbing the mountain with large and small bags.

It was dark very early and before dinner time, the night had already enveloped this mountain forest "I don't know the true face of the Mount Lu, but I only know that I am in this mountain." Only then did I understand the true meaning. The cold wind was like a knife and I couldn't hear the birds. We couldn't hear the birds swirling. leaves, only rubbing of clothes and deep, shallow breathing,the wind whistling back and forth in your ears, looking at the cradled head, the red lanterns swinging in the darkness, the bright house Is the golden light inside also waiting for the travelers to return home?< /p>

After stumbling all the way, when we arrived at grandma's house, everyone was like an ice man. The large buckets of water that uncle and the others collected during the day were covered in ice. the ice flakes, which everyone used to wash their faces and warm up with a pot, also disappeared. The houses on the street are like combs, with a few snowflakes sleeping softly on the blue tiles. Little by little, their duvets thicken. . …

After countless cock crows, I finally got up. Pushing open the creaky wooden door, I saw a snow-white world with black eyebrows and white heads. and the white housewere not stained by a trace of dust, but they were so pure. The road in front of the gate was blocked and turned into a natural ice rink. Adults cut bright red peppers on the snow-white "tablecloth". ". Blackened bacon is an indispensable figure in winter. The orange corn cobs that grandma hung outside the eaves have now truly become popsicles, standing proudly in the cold wind. Sitting occasionally time on the homemade "ski car" Rushing up and down the slope, screams and laughter intermingle

This year's winter snow is particularly. long, and it will not stop for several days the laughter and calls for drinks from the house were all embedded in the silent and affectionate white snow.

When the news announced the disaster. snow was serious, some people donated money to the areae disaster-stricken, and others called on everyone to work together to resist the disaster, the group of farmers behind me, holding the hoes they usually use for farming, do not give up the salt they usually use and walk the streets and alleys to shovel snow. and defrost it. They can't get out of these white mountains. Maybe they can do something, that is, make the winter around you as warm as possible.

The night is getting darker.

The old people smoked big pipes and sat by the stove chatting, and the parents chatted. A year of experience and harvest, while the children were in the snow world, building castles, making snowmen and forming two snowballs. teams fight. After a while, the snowballs flew above me, sniffing and forgetting. My hands are rede cold, as if enjoying this moment is the joy of winter.

Listening to the thunderous sound of the fire, Smelling the delicious food late at night, even Ah Huang outside the door shouted, and it was dark. The potatoes were picked from the charcoal ashes and were so warm in their hands. Jumping from left to right, the hot potato warmed my heart.

At first, I didn't didn't understand why I had to come back this winter despite the ice, snow and road closures. Maybe that wasn't fair. because of what my father said on the phone: Well, mom, I will definitely come home this year.

This winter, sleep with the mountains, connect with the snow, find your close and the wind passing through your fingers is so warm.

Tonight, the light inside the house is brighter, the lanterns outside are even redder and a piece of snow is pure and translucid. The coming year will be full of spring. !

Sophomore high school student: Hu Lihua