"After all, the snowflakes are still in her palm, crying into a silent flower"

When Lin Yawen woke up, the room was still dark, but the whiteness outside the window was faintly visible. It seems that the snow is falling quite heavily, Lin Yawen muttered to himself, and grabbed the cotton clothes. The clothes that had been exposed in the air all night were first worn on Lin Yawen, and she grinned coldly.

It's so cold, Lin Yawen rubbed his hands and walked out of the bedroom with his neck bent. In the hall, my mother cooked the noodles early and told her to wash them quickly. She answered her mother and ran to the yard. Sure enough, my father was clearing the snow in the yard. He swung his broom vigorously, flicking the snow little by little towards the southernmost edge of the courtyard. Although it was very cold, my father's padded jacket was draped over his shoulders, and he exhaled a continuous white breath from his mouth.

"Dad, leave some clean snow, my brother and I will build a snowman." Lin Yawen stood at the threshold and shouted at his father.

"Don't worry, the little garden is for you, the snow there is clean." As his father spoke, he waved his broom vigorously, and Lin Yawen even heard his father's loud gasp when he exerted his strength.

"Let's eat, it's been snowing all night, you can't ride today, you have to run to school!" Mother began to urge Lin Yawen. When Lin Yawen heard her mother say this, she began to wash herself in a panic. When scooping water, she actually scooped out the ice cubes in the bucket, although these ice cubes were instantly crushed in the hot water in the basin, but Lin Yawen still felt very surprised.

Lin Yawen wrapped himself like a rice dumpling and left the house.

The snow in the middle of the alley was almost swept away by early risers, so it was easy to walk. Lin Yawen carried a heavy schoolbag on his back and walked along the alley, towards the road in the distance. Because of the snow, there are very few pedestrians on the road, except for students who walk to school. Lin Yawen walked shallow on one foot at a time, constantly exhaling white breath in his mouth. At first, it was so cold that she didn't dare to reach out, but slowly, she felt a little warmth, and small beads of sweat began to crawl on her forehead and nose.

The white snow stretches from the slopes on both sides of the road to the fields. Looking at the past, everywhere you look, it is white. On the roof tiles of the houses on both sides of the road, and on the branches of the sycamore trees that have fallen their leaves, there are piles of snow. From a distance, it looks like an ink painting with strong brushwork and still the wind and bones. Lin Yawen looked at the situation in front of him, and suddenly thought of the scene at the end of "Dream of Red Mansions": the whole world is snow-white.

The smell is probably very small.

Although it was snowing, the small shop in front of the school was still open.

"Is it snowing there for you/Are you afraid of the cold/Can there be a fire to warm your hands/Can there be a smile to fill your home/Is it snowing there/Are you afraid of loneliness/Do you want to listen to me say a kind word/Do you want me to leave a snowflake for you"

In the cold air, the stereo in the small shop floated out the song "Is It Snowing There", which is quite in line with the scene at this time. The thin girls sang in their voices, some of them talked to themselves, and some of them were sad and indescribable. In this singing, Lin Yawen walked quickly into the classroom.

Did it snow in your place?

After the age of thirteen, it seems that every year when the first snow falls, Lin Yawen will always hear this song. The stereo was playing in the storefront, the CDs were playing in the taxi, and the music was playing on the radio. It seems that only this song is in contrast to the ethereal snowflakes flying in the sky.

Did it snow in your place? Lin Yawen once asked silently in his heart on the street where the snow was flying. Although, she knew, she couldn't hear the answer and never would hear the answer. But she still reached out to catch the fluttering snowflakes, just like the night when she was thirteen years old.

However, after all, the snowflake was still in her palm, crying into a silent flower.