For me right now, winter is probably the worst season.

When I was in my hometown, I loved the cold winter.

Because there is snow.

"There are hundreds of flowers in spring and a moon in autumn, and cool breezes in summer and snow in winter."

The heavy snowfall, like elves falling from the sky, is the most beautiful memory of winter.

"The scenery of the North, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow..."

There are various icy features, such as rows of icicles under the eaves.

Such as tree hanging.

For example, children play tops.

For example, washed clothes will "solidify" when they are hung out to dry, as if they will break if accidentally touched.

For example, the frozen tofu mentioned before.

Outside the house is a natural freezer.

For example, a heater that needs to be filled with water.

And, use coal and loess to burn the kang.

For example, after returning from running, there is frost on the hair and eyelashes.

Another example...splashing water turns it into ice?

I have heard about this a little bit, but have never practiced it.

Why does Wenchu ​​say "at this moment"?

Because, in the past, I used paper and pen to write diaries.

It is a serious diary. You will only start recording after you have some free time every day (so the English diary must use the past tense).

Writing with a mobile phone becomes the kind of thing where you can record it anytime and anywhere.

It doesn’t look like a diary anymore. Notes?

Whether on the road, in class or at home..

It is even recorded in dreams. However, it cannot be brought out.

This is the source of the problem.

I was misunderstood by my family members at home (“Don’t play with your phone all the time”).

Being called upon in class...

I wrote about running into a streetlight more than once.

Then I thought about it, if a person can have one thing that he is crazy about in his life, it is considered a worthwhile life.

Meaning lies in the process.

Oh, the question is not finished yet.

It's a little some in the rainy season (because I don't bring an umbrella).

While writing a diary on the road, Yudi also wanted to join in the fun.

What is written is all kinds of gibberish, and I can’t stop.

The cold is a big problem.

Before I even started typing, my hands were frozen.

After the heavy rain yesterday and the temperature dropped, I had a premonition of "freezing".

If the winter in my hometown is like a silver scroll, then this place is just sad and the final chapter.

No life, no snow. Nothing.

Except humans.

Because I didn’t want to use natural gas for heating, the water in my house had five layers of ice last year.

The typing hands in the room would freeze.

Every winter is a disaster.

So it will probably enter hibernation mode,

I don’t know if updates can be guaranteed.

You probably asked for it.

As for the forced conversion of coal to gas.
Chapter completed!