When children in the south saw the heavy snow, they talked about it in succession.

? In fact, as a southerner, snow is not rare, just a lot of scraps of paper like a workbook, scattered all over the floor. What I remember most is the university in 2008, which may be regarded as a meteorological disaster in the north. The snow that year was the biggest and longest snow I have ever seen in my days in the south.

It snowed for two days and nights that year, and it was not thick during the day anyway. Only in the early morning, the torrent of steel fell on several cars, and snowflakes could freely fall on this prosperous land where I have lived for more than 20 years. That night, who hoped that snow could cover all corners, so that this noisy world could have a little clean power to fill the troubles of those years? Every time it snows, I can always see the unusual smile on my child's face when he is oppressed by the starting line of life.

? That morning, I only slept for five hours, and then I went out at seven in the morning. I want to see if the world has become clearer and whiter. After all, I didn't live up to my early rise. A large number of snowballs and many different forms of "snowman" have been built outside. You see, it is a white "jiaozi" flying on the facade. It still hurts to smash it in front of the door. Looking ahead, I looked at the neighbor's children and smiled at me, and then continued to start the scuffle between the children. Finally, I couldn't help it. I slowly pulled my hands out of my warm pockets and squatted on the ground to pick up snowballs and throw them at the children like other children. I don't know when my hands are blushing, and I feel boring. Perhaps this is the yearning and love of southerners for snow.

? However, the next morning, it was another scene. The snow is knee-high, so it is difficult for me to drive on the road. I stepped on the accelerator slowly for fear of putting out the fire. Listening to the symphony between the ice and the tire, looking at the bright red palms of the snowman and the salt spreader ahead. However, they couldn't stand it anymore, so they pulled over and took out the shovel in the trunk to join their hard work.

? Snow in the south is both snow and ice. It is moist and moist, with a trace of expectation and longing, but only needs a shallow layer. Like this university, it also makes us suffer, and it still makes us love this snow. After going to the north, I felt that it was normal to snow. Loosely hit me, instantly dispersed into large particles, scattered. Even in autumn, but some people are tired of it. When I asked, I realized that when my colleagues were young, it was a very shadowy thing when they were young, that is, the snow was too heavy and too many roads were built, and everyone was forced to pull up to help shovel the snow. Children of this age in the south will never feel how uneasy they are about the snow in the north.

? Although the snow in the north is more like real snow, I prefer the snow in the south. Maybe my friends in the south still love snow as much as I do. I can't forget the beauty and troubles of this heavy snow. I miss, miss.