December 29, 2006 was truly an unforgettable day. When I was squatting in front of the computer with my tired legs and typing these words with my fingers, white snowflakes were floating outside. They were beautiful and pure. Their fluttering appearance and charming rotation were like blooming fireworks. What is fluttering are the elves flying in the sky. I smiled secretly, and smiled evilly. Maybe in the eyes of others, it was a temperature that was more biting than water and colder than ice, but for me, I was satisfied. It was a kind of comfort that did not require a reason. It only needed a little bit of snowflakes. However, God scattered them wantonly in the sky to tell me, "I agree with your grievances. It is a wound that needs me to soothe in the form of snow." Indeed, it was a deep wound, but there was only one thing that could comfort me, and that was really the heavy snow.
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