Talk about the meaning of the short article title "Warm Winter"

In March, there was a row of mulberry trees in front of the door. They were very dense and had slender branches and leaves. I sat in front of the door, but my heart was frozen, staring at the row of mulberry trees in a daze. They enjoy the spring time with me. However, the only difference is: I am a loser, and theirs is happy - you can see it from the shining green leaves. My mother suddenly stopped me: "Would you like to accompany me to cut mulberries?", I nodded. The scissors cut away one by one, and the mulberry branches fell off in bunches. The sun shone through the glistening beads of sweat, and I saw drops of white nutrients dripping from the heads of the pruned mulberry branches like beads of sweat. I wiped my face and was horrified to find that there were no beads of sweat on my face, but tears.

At that moment, I stopped cutting mulberries. I recall many, many memories. Every time I suffered, I told myself to be strong. Every time I suffered setbacks, I told myself not to be sad. Who swore that he would fly with blood and tears even if his wings were broken? The failure now is not a permanent failure. There is still a long way to go. Precious things always grow slowly. I woke up suddenly and asked my mother: "Why do you cut the mulberry? Why don't you let it grow happily?" Her answer was surprising. I deeply feel: I am always too impatient and too manic. Youth only comes once, and I should savor it slowly. I should not swear heavily just to pursue temporary victory; nor should I deeply regret just to regret temporary failure. On the contrary, I want to endure happiness, endure pain, and endure the pain of the moment when my patience collides with my heart; I want to grow slowly, grow strong, and grow strong.

I picked up the scissors and cut them without any heartache. I cut off the heaviness of my heart one by one, and cut off the joy and sorrow in the past. I let the accumulation in my heart erupt like fire, letting the world and soul Shock together and let the ice and snow begin to melt. What my mother said, I remember her words clearly. She said: "Pruning mulberries is to prevent the mulberries from growing too fast, thereby neglecting strength and resilience. If the real environment is too smooth, the mulberries will be too tall and cannot withstand wind and rain; on the contrary, if you cut mulberries every year , then the mulberry grows slower, and after it slowly tastes the pain and suffering of growth and youth, it will become more tenacious and stand upright despite the wind and rain." At that moment, the ice and snow in the soul began to melt, and wisps of spring light shot into the soul.