Snow or Not

christina

Snow or Not

     I have lived in Changsha for three years, but I still haven’t adapted to the weather here, which is extremely, chilly in the winter, while sweltering in the summer. This city is also odd. Looking around the passerby in the street, you will find the delicate slender girls, you also don’t failed to find the plump girls, astonished at the shouting of the electronic balance “one at each time, please?” you will not miss the phenomenon of millionaires in shabby clothes and the beggars in decent ones. In the atmosphere of the city, I thereby smell something differently.
A day, common but unforgettable to me, of the last winter all of a sudden come into my mind.
    In the crisp but not chilly day, walking in the street in the special city, I, a common girl, who don’t have a good look, or a high academic degree, or a rich family, seemed special somehow. It was that day that I wandered the campus maybe waiting for the footstep of the snow or something flesh and touched my heart – I was too undistinguished to be noticed by anyone except my parents. I hope I would be infused by a heavy snow with strength and courage to present myself just like those pretty girls, and not to act as a plain face.
    The snow in my hometown is very light and even none, while I love the thick snow, covering the whole earth with her white fingers, of which is very beautiful at the sight. I look forward to be close to the snow and touch it by myself, witnessing its lily white and feeling its softness, and expect it will spur on the surprises. In the first year when I was in the Changsha, I saw the snow. I held the little snowflake in the palm. However, I couldn’t stay her, who smelted into a glittering bead in my palm. The road was covered by the ice, the gray snow and the dirty water melted by the snow. I felt sad, the whiteness I have expected for so long disappeared in this city, and just I did when I stood in front in the gray sea.
    The disappointment pushed me the day again. That is early time in the winter, the most beautiful season that year, I believe, for the simple reason that I could bear the expectation of a snow with vigor and vitality. Summing up the weather, a spell of sadness suddenly caught me that the snow maybe just was my wish.
    At the moment when two girls passed by and talked, I got one lines: “why does someone just focus on one thing that as a matter of fact doesn’t make much sense? The world provides us with so much beautiful and deserved us to enjoy. It is so optional.” The words strike me very much. I was thinking to myself: “why not grasp other things ahead of me? Now that becoming a noticeable girl cannot turn into reality, why do I not take advantage of my other strength to better myself and cherish my life, such as my industriousness, friendship and the love from my parents. So does to the snow. The world as a whole consists of all kinds of the matters, each of which own its characteristics? Why do I insist on the sorrow of the slow step of the snow but sacrifice the other scenic view” Then I had a glimpse of the circumstances and took a breath of the crisp but comfortable air. It is a miracle that the world surrounding me became brighter and more beautiful. The maples in the hill were in red then. Looking at the colorful scene in the hill, bathing in the warm light of the sun, I was thinking of my father and mother, a common couple working hard all their life. They have created and sustained our happy family through their industriousness. They were the sun of our family, warm but not strong. I was, at once, however, a little shadow in the bright light of the sun, weeping silently in the dark night, just like the beautiful girl who was lovelorn. Here my heart was filled with relief; after all, my parents would always be right behind me.
    Anyhow, the snow hadn’t come yet. It was early winter then. I stood in the sun, enjoying the leisure. The day, no snow came as weather forecast reported, only the fallen leaves. Nevertheless, I feel not so gloomy just as in the beginning, for without the snow but with the sunlight, I could be happy and satisfied. And I begin to like the city and the weather of Changsha.