I always thought I liked summer, where my limbs can move freely without being hindered by layers of thick clothing. I can also be like an upright walking turtle, with a warm and hot back from the sun. I can also be by the seaside, watching the sea water touch my toes gently.
Since coming here, the emotions that summer brought me have gradually faded away, replaced by the simplicity and calmness of winter. One day, as I looked at the increasingly sparse crowd on the street, almost everyone was huddled in cotton, their heads appearing and disappearing like from a cave entrance. The cold wind, like a swirling stream, seeped into various crevices. A sense of joy surged up from my heart.
If you think I'm being too romantic, try chasing a bus with a moist throat lozenge in winter.
The second night after finishing this piece, it snowed. I excitedly went for a walk in a nearby park that I had never been to before. Finally, I went beyond a radius of fifty meters from the building. The first snow in the park had not been stepped on by anyone else, only my footprints. I was very happy.