Because I left the information in the dormitory, I had to go back to get it in the snow that was too big to see the road clearly. Walking in the right direction against the wind, I can't open my eyes. When I arrived at the dormitory, my coat was covered with snow. I shook myself, stamped my feet, ran in to get the information, got myself some dinner, did some chores, and then went out again.
The road from the dormitory to the library is pleasant. The face will not be burnt by snow, and the whole portrait will be blown up by the wind. There is no one in the street, so they may be hiding in the building. I squinted at the ground, my boots were particularly slippery, and the rhythm of sliding was when I walked a little. I concentrate and move forward steadily.
My coat was low-necked. I made a mistake and didn't wear a scarf. The cold wind began to flow backwards. I slowed down and pulled my coat forward with my hands.
I looked up inadvertently.
Snow poured in front of me, up, left and right, far away, everywhere, layer by layer, almost blocking the light of street lamps.
I suddenly had the illusion that I was in the center of a whirlpool. I feel like I've crossed the time tunnel again. Snow is fast, I am slow, and visually it seems to be retreating rapidly.
I think it's novel and my imagination is great.
I smiled.
That's my happiest thing this week.
Back in the library, I took out my mobile phone to check my email. Somehow I turned to WeChat. Seeing Bao's New Year's Eve dinner and all kinds of lively blessings, I started the software indifferently. I have never been very good at social software.
I started studying about ten minutes ago. Suddenly attacked by depression, I want to say something, and the library is silent. So I opened Zhihu and searched for "no friends", and this question popped up.