The sky was gray, with snowflakes falling little by little, and sometimes the cool breeze blew, stirring the elves in the air, playing a pleasant vicissitudes. Leaden clouds obscured the warmth, and in the cold of winter, it drenched the cold through the heart. The ground is dry, the first snow does not hide the hustle and bustle of dust, and the wind-blown streets will kick up dust, filling the quiet winter day, the most calm solar term in this four seasons.

The snowflakes in the sky, swirling and falling, like dancing butterflies, the houses are covered with silver frost, a little less noisy, a little more ethereal, the snow on the ground has not yet dispersed, wrapped in silver, a little less vitality, but more and more mysterious. At the beginning of the snowfall, often the snow flakes are not big, not too dense, such as catkins fluttering lightly with the wind, as the wind blows more and more fiercely, the snow becomes denser and denser, and the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, like weaving a white net, and nothing can be seen in the distance.

Winter is not a busy day, especially when there is heavy snowfall. Most people gather at home, keep the fire, warm a pot of hot wine, talk happily about the embarrassing things of the year, let go of the usual tiredness, and enjoy the last peace of mind at the end of the year.

Gradually, the snow covered the roofs and streets, crushed the branches of the trees, hid the appearance of various objects, blocked the roads and traffic, and the snow flakes flew in the sky, making the heavens and the earth dissolve into a white one.

Suddenly, there was a curse, shattering the tranquility that heaven and earth were enjoying. Suddenly, there was a commotion, and I vaguely heard someone shouting: "Lao Tzu will beat you to death today, a rabbit cub, and see if you dare to steal!"

"It must be that kid again," everyone thought. Such a cold day has made this child miserable. He is a famous gangster on Furong Street, it's not that he is idle all day long and doesn't do serious work, it's just that he was born dumb, and he is wooden, and some well-wishers have hired him as a guy to do chores, which is considered to be a mess, but he either smashed the plate or injured himself, and over time, no one took him in. But when the people in the street saw that he was pitiful, they gave him some food, but they could not starve him to death. There were even well-wishers who gave him a few old clothes, and although his life was hard, he was carefree and lived a nourishing life.

It's just that I don't know why this kid is stealing today, which hurts the hearts of the whole street. Gradually, the sound outside became louder and louder, and there were many people at the door who wanted to see the excitement but couldn't squeeze in, standing on the steps and tiptoeing in, and some people kept cheering and coaxing: "Fight well, kill him!"

There were also a few people who couldn't stand it and sighed softly and said, "What a sin, so you still don't beat people to death?" But in the end, they didn't come forward to stop them, remembering that they were usually good to the kid, and they always felt enthusiastic to let the dog eat it.

The child was in rags, his shoes were showing dirty toes, and his dry hands were already chapped and oozing blood. The body is very thin, and the shriveled seems to have been blown away by the wind. At this time, he was pressed to the ground, his face sunk deep in the snow, and he was motionless and endured the beating, and the corners of his mouth were already bleeding. But he was still hunched up, clasping his hands to his chest, protecting what he had stolen.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed that his anger had subsided, and the guy who beat people gasped: "Let me see you stealing again, and see that I don't kill you." ”

The snow is still falling, covering the whole town, the streets have become quiet, there is no bustle to see, people go back to their homes to guard the stove, but the children who fainted on the ground have long been forgotten after drinking, who will remember the little people who once disdained, even if they are dead, they will only smile and say, "That who is already dead." "To show your mastery of information and earn a moment of pride.

The boy's head struggled to lift from the dirt, revealing a handsome face mixed with dirt and blood. It's a pity that his face is already blue and purple, and the blood on the side of his nose and mouth is still oozing outward. But his eyes were still bright, and there was not a trace of hateful jealousy, but a lot of anxiety.

"Plop!" the young man's hand went limp, and he fell weakly, and let out a low moan from his mouth, and a drop of blood fell into the snow, turning into a shocking red picture. His hands trembled, and he fiercely propped up his emaciated body, but the pain in his whole body made all his efforts come to naught in an instant.

It was very cold, but the young man was sweating, it was a painful injury, and it was a hurry that could not wait. The world is long, the snow covering the sky makes this world more open, there is no silence of birds, beasts, insects and fish, under the white snow, just a petite body is crawling. A pair of fragile hands supports not only the body, but also the indomitable faith.

On the side street, there was a trail of crawling, only to be buried in time by the heavy snow for a moment, as if it had never happened. No one cared about the life and death of the boy anymore, although they once thought that they were good to the boy, but in fact they only satisfied their vanity that they could pity others.

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In the countryside of the countryside, a small river runs along the roadside, but when it is covered with snow, it has already formed a thick layer of ice. It's also a snow scene, and the scenery in the wild is a little more aura. It also looks so refreshing. The bare branches are pressed with white snowflakes, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms.

Snow makes the whole world more pure, but it can't hide someone's inner sorrow! Walking back and forth alone in the wilderness, looking at the string of deep and shallow footprints under his feet! The cold wind blows through the snowflakes flying all over the sky, like dancing elves, so beautiful! So beautiful! But it is so cold, everything is depressed, and I always feel a trace of sadness in this season

"Crunch, crunch" footsteps tread the music in the snow, and white boots walked by, leaving no trace of dust behind. In the wind and snow, a woman about twenty-eight years old is walking slowly, like a fairy in the snow, white Luo skirt, white neon clothes, green silk fluttering in the wind, stained with some snowflakes, but there is more hazy beauty.

The woman's face was beautiful, with a hint of ruddy in the white skin of the goose egg face, red lips, as delicate as cherries, and clear eyes with a trace of sorrow. In the snow, walking step by step, I didn't think that anyone would come, and I didn't look at the world.

Suddenly, the woman's face showed a look of shock, as if she had seen something incredible. When I looked around, I saw a teenager crawling hard in the snow.

The trembling body and stubborn eyes deeply touched the woman, as if something was constantly scratching her heart. Without much thought, the woman ran over quickly.

The dirt on the boy's body stained the white clothes on his body. Just grabbing the blood-flowing hands, the woman's heart was full of shock. The young man's lips were already purple, and he was trembling all over, and the pieces of clothing covering his body could not stop the slightest cold. The long road behind her, the shocked woman who climbed the way was speechless.

The boy still walked stubbornly, as if there was something he had to do. The woman didn't ask, but just helped the boy to become the only one who supported his belief in the wind and snow.

Gradually, a broken Taoist temple appeared in front of me, I don't know how many years it was abandoned, there were no doors and windows, and half of the roof had collapsed, and it couldn't shelter from the wind and rain at all.

Entering with the teenager, all I saw was Xiao Ran. The outside of the house is white and flawless, and the inside of the house is also snowy. On some thatched piles, there was a dirty puppy lying on its stomach, and the sound of moaning was heard incessantly, as if it was sick with something. The boy quickly walked up to the puppy and nervously took out the well-kept medicine bag in his arms.

Suddenly, the boy cried, very sadly, rolling tears, looking heartbroken, the cry was not pain, not grievance, but remorse buried in his heart. The boy looked at the medicine bag in his hand, at a loss, desperately trying to steal something, the price of almost dying on the road, but in exchange for not knowing how to do it. Tears, only tears, at that moment, only crying can vent the unwillingness in my heart. He was just a child, a child who had not grown up but had experienced the world. Carefully cared for the puppy who depended on each other, and endured the stolen things from the thief's crime, but only shed helpless tears.

Crying is heartbreaking, and tears are not stopping. In the silent mountains, the snow is white, and the cries are in the emptiness, which makes people listen to the heartbreak.

Suddenly, the boy turned around and looked at the woman in front of him, staring at her nervously with a pair of eyes, not stunning her appearance, but full of anticipation. With trembling hands, he lifted what seemed to be life, and then pointed to the sick puppy.

The woman took it with both hands, looked at the teary-eyed child, regretted it in her heart, and nodded fiercely. But I saw that the boy's hands were weak, just like falling flowers, and he fainted to the ground.

Gently untied Luo Xiang, put his coat on the boy, gently touched the child's face, exuding the brilliance of motherhood, and murmured, "What a poor child." ”