I remember when I was a child, the happiest time in winter was snowy days. Lazy in bed, unwilling to get up, I suddenly heard my mother shout: "Shanshan, get up quickly, look, it's snowing!" " "So I got out of bed, leaned against the windowsill and looked out with my nose touching the glass. Wow! It's all white, it's really snowing! Although it was not uncommon for a heavy snow to fall in winter at that time, it brought me every special surprise when I was a child. So, I got up quickly, didn't eat a bite of rice, and couldn't wait to call my little friend who went to school together. I stepped on the creaking snow, laughing, jumping and sliding. The snow in the morning is still soft, and the ground is covered with a thick layer. We can't help rolling on it, and sometimes we fall down on purpose, because we always feel that it doesn't hurt to drop such a blanket. I dawdled into the school gate and was hit by the oncoming snowball, so I immediately joined the "battle". Before the bell rang, the campus was in chaos and full of noise. Sitting in a warm classroom, one of the wool gloves stuffed in the desk bucket fell out, and the attached rope hung on the desk leg and stopped after a few shakes. The heavy cotton curtain has been hung for two weeks, and it seems that it only works on this snowy day. The glass is covered with a layer of white steam. Looking out through the transparent part erased by the palm of your hand, the goose feather and snow flew more densely. Itchy in my heart, I glanced at my deskmate with my side face, and another little head tilted out of the window. The old math lady didn't notice this little communication through thick lenses, and continued to list the new application problem of "chickens and rabbits in the same cage" on the blackboard-despite the fact that there are a few chicken legs in his cage, his heart has drifted out of the window, just looking forward to the break. It is also a happy event to go to school at noon-the thick snow on the ground was crushed by pedestrians and vehicles all morning, and it was hard and slippery, so I slipped away all the way. Sometimes three friends are in a group, and two people each hold a hand and squat on the ground. One, two, three, the one who pulled just wanted to run hard. Within ten meters, the one who was pulled sat on the ground because of his unbalanced body. The two men didn't know it yet, but they heard a voice from behind them, "Hey, stop, stop ..." Looking back, all three of them laughed. The most interesting thing is the "ice slide" lined up. From Airport Road Primary School to the west, the Academy of Agricultural Sciences is not far from Sanlu Milk Powder Factory, and near the east gate is an overpass under Shitai Railway. The overpass has two long slopes for pedestrians to push bicycles and become a natural "ice slide". Usually I don't think there are many people after school, but at this time, this place, which is not as big as a basketball court, is full of forty or fifty people! Most of them are children living in the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, and the rest live across the bridge. The courageous boys in senior grades even stood smartly with their trouser pockets, while most junior students sat. There are more people sliding, and the planes connected in the middle have also been ground to be smooth. The two inclined planes slide to the end with a whoosh, and often stop after inertia friction for more than ten meters, not to mention how enjoyable it is! Even the timid little girl couldn't help but be tempted, sitting at one end trembling, but afraid to go down, only to see the impatient naughty boy push behind her back, and the small background slipped away from her eyes and disappeared. Lunch time has long passed, and I can't bear to go back until I am sweating and hungry. It is estimated that my parents and grandparents in Fiona Fang Family Courtyard will wonder why none of them come back. Until the parents came and pulled them back one by one, the orderly and exciting game gradually ended. Maybe I am happier than other children, because I have a playful father. He put down a small wooden chair and nailed two stainless steel plates on two straight lines between the chair legs and the backrest. Then tie a nylon rope to the chair and drag us to run in the aisle outside the east gate. It was this homemade snowmobile that made me play with my friends and cousin for several winters. Earlier, in Chengde, that small town was particularly charming every winter because of its unique geographical conditions. In Wulie River, on the lake away from the palace, winter has become a natural skating rink-I envy watching high-level brothers and sisters whizzing past the skating rink! At that time, I didn't know how to skate on the real ice, so I sat next to a small ice car and skated on the ice with two small iron bars with tips in my hand. I have been naughty since I was a child. Even this one skates faster than other children. My arms were frantic and I ran forward, worried that my safe mother could not catch up with me. I remember there were people selling candied haws with brooms around the skating rink, people wearing black aprons and grinding skates around their waists, and people selling cotton gloves with carts. It's too noisy! Sometimes, if you don't go that far, you can go to the normal college diagonally opposite No.1 Middle School. The small playground there is deliberately shorter than the surrounding ground. Every winter, people fill it with water, and an artificial skating rink is formed. You don't have to worry about falling into the ice hole when you are close to home. Sometimes, I have to admire the wisdom of my hometown people! There may be no snow, but the principle of dripping water into ice has benefited our group of children a lot-there are different lengths of ice hanging on the beams, which are natural "swords" that can be broken off to play. To make matters worse, throw a brick on the ice, and it falls to the ground, as if hearing the melody of fingers sliding over the keys. The larger ice becomes a "slide": there is a row of outdoor water pipes at the southern end of the hollow wall on the right side of the campus gate of No.1 Middle School. The tap water that is not tightened drips down, and as soon as the temperature drops, it becomes a large thick "ice slide". It is inconvenient for students to fetch water, but it is "cheap" for us teachers' children. I don't know where someone dragged some broken tables and chairs as skateboards. The janitor worried us very much, but we were happy. It seems that this is not a middle school student's campus, but it belongs to our paradise completely. ..... There are too many memories about winter, and the memories about snowy days are also rich and unforgettable. Every detail makes me unforgettable, recording the beauty of that lost era with rusty colors. The more winter passes, the less snow there will be. This year's "heavy snow" solar term has passed, but I haven't even seen a piece of snow residue. The sun is shining outside the window, not as warm as in winter. When can I have the happiness of my childhood again? Maybe those days are gone forever. I am glad that I was born in the 1980s. There is no computer in the classroom, no air conditioning in the room, and no modern and advanced air-cushion sports shoes on the feet. But I like nature very much. There are real winters and snowflakes all over the sky ... It's snowy season again. I miss winter and snow. ...

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