The white treasure

For me, snow is what makes the winter. It is a delicate treasure, a silent announcement of both the end and the beginning.

When there is no wind, snow flaks will whirl in an elegant manner. They fall gracefully together, creating a calm atmosphere. Taking a walk outside in that moment can always keep me spellbound. Just hold out your hand, let a snow flak land on it, admire its unique beauty, and feel its coldness before it turns into a tinny drop. Even watching the sight indoors is enjoyable enough that you don’t want to anything else.
When snow is carried by the strong wind, there will be a totally different picture. It seems that nothing is left but the powerful strength of nature. I could well remember when I have to walk to school in this kind of weather. Snow skimming over shaved my face. The freezing air together with the fierce wind made it hard to breathe.

No matter how snow falls, the city will be quiet and peaceful after it stops snowing. Covered by the white treasure, even the palest building gets a character. The noisy city is given a quiet dignity, everything tend to be more slowly.

Without playing with snow, there is no childhood for kids in my hometown. Dressing in layers of clothes, little kids looks like soft balls rolling on the snow. They run, laugh and shout despite the heavy clothes. Children work hard on snowmen, as well as their parents. Sometimes you may find parent who companies their child even more passionate in creating a snowman. For passersby, there is a lot of fun watching those “masterpieces” with different appearance “smiling” to them. Snow gives everyone a chance of becoming themselves.

There is a Chinese saying :“heavy snow presents a harvest.” When it brings a year to an end, it also delivers hope for a new start.