Missing Christmas
Christmas in your imagination is always full of romance. There are falling snowflakes in the sky. They dance in the wind, and then fall very lightly to every corner of the world, carrying sweet blessings but quietly. The ground is covered with snow, and there are all kinds of footprints, deep or shallow, looming. The pedestrian street must be brightly lit, with colorful neon lights changing and shining, and it is very lively. People are wrapped up very thickly and chubby. You can see the bright smiles on everyone's faces, and different styles of hats and scarves. Just like the gloves, everyone laughed really and truly. There are no strangers here. Everyone we know or don’t know is blessing each other. The white weapons slowly rise, overflowing with everyone’s convenience. They are very light. The secluded side streets are another story. Occasionally, you can hear the "squeaking" sound of stepping on the snow4, which seems to be getting farther and farther away, accompanied by the rustling sound of falling snowflakes, like a low-key piano music. Soft and gorgeous. Under the yellow street light, there are two figures. The boy holds the girl's hand and breathes. The girl's cheeks are red. From time to time, the boy will clumsily help the girl pat the snowflakes off her hat with his hands, very carefully. It seems that at this moment, there will be an indescribable harmony.
The beautiful pictures are always perfect and make me want to cry. Many times, the things that are too beautiful in my imagination always make me retreat. Maybe I am too aware of their illusory nature, so I can only think about them alone without thinking about what to achieve. I don't know if this is a kind of sadness, a kind of pain that I will not be able to have a party. I don't know if this is due to my own cowardice or showing too much cruelty. Fortunately, at least I still have a pocket full of meetings, and those beautiful moments will always be deeply embedded in my heart.
The Christmas in my memory lacks a lot of romance, but has a lot more feelings. Just like an essay, it doesn't have too beautiful words, but it is full of a touch of true feelings. Subconsciously, Western festivals are always romantic, flying like gorgeous movements. In fact, for me, it is just an excuse for a group of little kids who don't understand anything but pretend to be adults to play. I remember very clearly that today, everyone was busy sending greeting cards. The dazzling array of small cardboard cards are carried higher and higher around me, making my heart always feel extremely happy and a little bit proud. Looking at the different sizes and crooked handwriting on the piles of cards, and those simple blessings, I will be satisfied, deeply satisfied, and my heart will be warm, like the golden sunlight on winter plums. At this moment, I forgot that the savings I had saved for a long time were running out, and I forgot the pain of falling just now. I just remembered to laugh, a silly smile, which warmed the earth, the world, and the hearts of everyone around me. Before going to bed, I didn’t forget to put a thick stack next to my pillow. The top card had the cute Kitty’s smile on it, which was very charming.
When I think of myself again at that time, I no longer feel that it is ridiculous, but more of an inexplicable touch and sadness. The transparent innocence at that time stung me very deeply. I could feel myself dripping blood. I could even clearly hear the sound of blood falling drop by drop. I suddenly discovered that they were transparent. It's like those lost innocence.
Christmas
I have a notebook with very organized mathematical notes. But every time I close it I always think of a cozy Christmas. It’s all thanks to the shining starry English letters on the cover, which makes my associations extend infinitely. So when I am tired, I will look at it and say "" silently, so that a little warm color will appear in my heart. Even if it cannot resolve the fatigue, it will still bring some cool comfort.
In fact, I hope to have a peaceful and lively Spring Festival more than Christmas. Just like a long, long time ago, we were satisfied with the hot dumplings and the firecrackers and fireworks that covered the whole world. But as I grow up, I seem to have lost some patience in waiting. I can't wait for my parents' smiles like before, nor can I wait for the neglected warmth. So what if I miss the Spring Festival? It’s better to enjoy the festival where we don’t know each other. So I imagined what Christmas would look like.
I want to thank my notebook, it gives me a moment of gentle power. I almost forgot my time, thinking that an ordinary night was a magical Christmas Eve, and everyone was singing a carol of blessing softly.
But it’s funny, I never go to any parties on real Christmas Eve. I won’t go around wearing a Santa hat saying “”, and I won’t wait outside the church to listen to God’s blessings. When it's too busy, I feel even more lonely, so I just find a place to hide.
In such a cold winter, I especially like to eat steaming noodles. While everyone around me was spending their Christmas, I was walking through the night carrying a bag of instant noodles. I won't be lonely at this time, because I hide myself among strange people and can't imagine the shameful loneliness.
I felt very satisfied after eating the noodles, so I left the dishes alone and piled them in the sink. Then light a few candles and make a wish for this winter.
I would fill out a few greeting cards before going to bed, but I always worried about how to write the greetings. I just used a pen to draw a piece of white snow and a wooden house that was always warm.
Finally, I will close the window to block out all the cold outside. Look at the familiar starry sky again and say good night to each other.
I really want to have a sweet dream, in which everyone opens this year’s Christmas gifts with great anticipation. It would be really happy if that happened.