Chapter 6 Part 1: Cambridge old and new Let it snow

There is constant heating in the house, making it difficult to feel the change in the outside temperature.My mother always told me on the other end of the phone: put on more clothes.I smile: it's warm in here and I'm wearing a T-shirt!In fact, I have told her many times, but when she feels cold, she naturally wonders if I am cold too.This is the greatness of maternal love - not in reason, but in that intuitive feeling.So every time she asked, I didn't think she was nagging, but I thought it was fun: there is someone in the world who loves you tirelessly and takes care of you in every detail, how nice it is!

When it snowed in Cambridge, I was lying in my little baby blue bed, curled up in my pink quilt, dreaming. When I woke up in the morning and turned on the computer, there were several emails from my classmates and friends here.There is only one theme: it's snowing!There are two French windows in my room. I rushed to the window, opened the curtains, and there were only two words in my mind: God!At this moment, I understood the situation of the word "all over the sky" in "all over the sky and snow": the strong wind rolled up pieces of flying snow, covering the whole town in boundless white.Cambridge at this time is no longer the Cambridge of the past. On weekdays, the tranquility here allows me to experience the peace of life, while the tranquility in the raging wind and snow makes me feel a kind of perseverance and a kind of tension in life.

In the afternoon, the snow stopped.I know I shouldn't go out, but I just can't stand the temptation of pure whiteness. What jumps in my heart is the joy of playing in the snow when I was a child.I'm going to have a look, to see Cambridge after the snow.Put on a white coat, I want to blend into that beautiful white. Outside, it was freezing cold, and the snow had not yet melted, but it was all frozen.I have poor balance ability, and I can't stand firmly on the ice. I take one step and slide three steps.I had no choice but to clumsily move forward by holding on to the fence on the side of the road with both hands.Before I walked out of the room, I drew this picture in my mind: in a small town covered in silver, on a path covered with vast white snow, an oriental woman in white walks gracefully while admiring the snow scenery, occasionally Gently reach out and brush off the snowflakes on the clothes.I will sing Xu Zhimo's "Snowflake's Happiness" softly in the snow: "If I were a snowflake, flying gracefully in mid-air, I would definitely recognize my direction——flying, flying, flying." The romance in my bones has been brought to the extreme in my imagination, but the fact is that my posture is not only not elegant, but also embarrassed and funny: I am definitely not a light snowflake, but like a polar bear, slowly forming Stumbling on the icy road, I had to recognize my direction - move, move, move.There is no fragrance of cinnabar plum on my body, only sweat beads oozing out of tension.Even so, I hit three people and fell twice on the way from Histon Road to the city centre.The biggest sin was that I bumped into an old man in the end. We were walking face to face on a sloping road. When he was trembling up the slope, I slipped and ran into him.Fortunately, he grabbed a pillar beside him and did not fall.I kept "sorry", but he smiled and said: It is fun, isn't it? (It's fun, isn't it?) Looking up, I saw him winking at me mischievously.Who said that the eyes of the old man are cloudy, what I see in his eyes is clearly the clarity and transparency of a child.

When I arrived in the city center, I stopped and bought a bear biscuit and a cup of Latte at a small pastry shop called Nadia on the side of the road. I stood on the side of the road and looked at the town after the snow: the children on the square in front of King's College They played in the snow with their skis, and their laughter made this solemn and solemn place look like a playground; the students in class carried their schoolbags and walked hard in the snow, but some of their expressions were not Anxiety is excitement; although the old people are repeatedly advised not to go out on the radio, you can still see old people walking in twos and threes.The CD shop next to the small street plays classical piano music, and the aroma of coffee and cream in the pastry shop swirls in the music; the British grandmother walking in the snow is the most beautiful scenery at this time.I have always felt that the most elegant time for British women is not when they are young, but when they enter middle age or even old age, the temperament called charm will slowly diffuse like rouge, releasing bits and pieces Charming.I love how they walk: even in the snow, they never look bloated.Straight back, unhurried pace, slightly raised chin, neatly combed silver hair is still meticulous even in the wind, and dark stockings are exposed at the hem of the coat: sexy does not necessarily need to be enchanting, it can also be A kind of nobility.It was these charming women who infiltrated the whole town, and Cambridge's expression became more beautiful and vivid with their gestures.

I read many fairy tales when I was a child, but at this moment, the most beautiful fairy tales are by my side: heavy snow makes the church extra sacred, makes the music extra sweet, makes the pastry shop extra warm, makes the children extra joyful, and makes the grandmother extra charming.At this moment, I suddenly really understood the significance of this heavy snowfall to Cambridge. What I smelled in the cold air turned out to be exuberant vitality.In this small town in the east of England, life is simple.However, such simplicity has taught me to experience inner happiness from the details of life.This is something that my education in the past ten years has never given me.Since childhood, we have learned to experience happiness in academic progress, in victory in competition, in the praise and affirmation of others, and in the realization of the so-called self-worth, but few people learn to experience happiness from the most ordinary To experience happiness in ordinary life—and this is actually the richest and most generous gift that life gives us.It is not that the heavy snow brings people happiness, but it arouses a pure desire hidden in the heart.

It was almost dusk, and I went back to my heart's content.Walking on the road, the snowflakes began to fall again.As soon as I stepped into the house, the snow began to cover the sky again.I boiled water and made a pot of black tea, sat by the window and read a book with the soft light, and turned on the radio. The BBC is playing a very old song: let it snow. This is a Christmas song. It didn't snow here at Christmas, but it snowed unexpectedly. Oh, the weather outside is frightful But the fire is so delightful And since we know place to go Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

When we finally kiss goodnight How id hate going out in the storm But if you really hold me tight All the way home ill be warm The fire is slowly dying And my dear were still goodbye But as long as you love me so Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! I sat by the window, watching the swirling snowflakes fall quietly.At that moment, my mind was full of thoughts.On the one hand, I am admiring the magic of nature, which is nothing more than molecules of water, but has the complex features of rain, snow, hail, dew and frost; on the other hand, I am glad that I still maintain a heart that is easy to move, and can melt into the pulse of the four seasons at any time Rhythm.I know that there are warm feelings in my heart, even if the snowflakes are flying, the spring is still infinite.