The memory of the big snowflakes falling down again and again has been many years ago, and if I hadn't seen the photo he sent me yesterday, I'm afraid that it would be really difficult for me to see the little world covered in snowflakes again.

When I was a child, my favorite thing was the snow in winter, and the most hated thing was the snow in winter.

Because of the heavy snowfall, I don't have to go to school, happy~ I can eat citrus fruits that are frosted after the snow, and I'm happy~ I'm lazy to watch a movie in the quilt, happy......

The unhappy thing is nothing more than the cold after all the joy. Forced to put on gloves, scarves and hats, after taking a few breaths, they will eat the hair on the scarf, a mouth is uncomfortable, so cold that even the throat is a cold piece, and then there is wrestling.

The sky was covered with snow, fields, ponds, paths, and grass...... I can't tell where the road is and where is the ditch, and if I don't pay attention when I walk, I will fall. Covering a whole foot, sometimes even snow, it is no exaggeration to say that it has reached my calves. I was in the third grade and I was pretty small. But I have to say that the snow is indeed heavy snow.

When it snows, I stick out my tongue and taste the taste, and sometimes I sneeze, and when I walk, I leave a pair of footprints when I walk, and I want to fall unless I mean to. However, after the snow is different, the ground is frozen, and it is quite difficult not to wrestle.

As for me, I just walked three steps and fell twice, and the pain was quite painful, but the fall was refreshing. Gradually, in the open space in front of the house, wearing non-slip shoes, a fall is a haha laugh several times, anyone is unstoppable, how to fall as much as you want, until there is a whole sideways fall, and then, for a while, the head is confused.

was said by my mother that I deserved to fall, who let you love wrestling if you are fine, this fall hurts, see if you still fall......

Mom, I was beaten for a long time, for me at that time, now I feel a stomach full of grievances, people are about to fall stupid, I can't even get a word of comfort, and I have to be scolded, but fortunately I was not beaten.

However, the most aggrieved thing was that I didn't mean to wrestle, it was purely an accident, an accident that almost killed me.

The yard is an inclined plane, there is an inclination that cannot be seen, I don't take the usual road, standing on the stone stool, just twist a few times, the person snapped and fell, stunned in place for a while, while the mother didn't see it, quickly got up, stupidly was ridiculed by the mother and forced to ask what to do?

That's the answer to that.

If we wrestle by ourselves, we will be very strong to get up, and we can laugh, but we will not always wrestle because of ourselves, if we can smile at others with relief, we are brave people who are not afraid of pain and not afraid of falling.

It's useless to cry, and it's even more useless to cry hard when you fall.

Growing up, I understood in advance that crying was at best a soothing thing of my emotions, no comfort, no understanding.

Lying on the ground for a while, I had a movie in my head, which reproduced me from beginning to end, and then, I was able to smile, that is, I knew that I could avoid myself but still stubbornly did it, and if I fell, it would be a test of my so-called "truth"~

A lot of things are similar to this, and I realized that I overestimated myself after I fell, but I don't regret it, because I have been in pain, it doesn't mean that I am afraid of pain.