Warm Snow

This article was extracted from my early NetEase blog. NetEase Blog is no longer operating, but looking back, these words are still quite interesting, so I decided to move them over as intact as possible. Mainly as a record; after all, it was a long time ago, so the quality of the writing, images, and links may all be affected.

This article was originally published on November 18, 2009. I was about 20 years old then and was in university.

I remember that every year when snow began to fall in my hometown, I would always excitedly run to the roadside and watch snowflakes fall one by one, fall into my palm, and then slowly melt….
Now I have left my hometown and come to a completely unfamiliar city to pursue my dreams. I can no longer feel the snowflakes of my hometown. Only on the screen can I see the snow of my hometown. Looking back to when I was little, how excited I was when I saw the first heavy snow. In order not to destroy a patch of snow in front of the door, a classmate actually rolled across that snowfield. I still remember the biggest snowman I ever built. After a snowfall, on the roof of the cafeteria, I met a strange older brother, and then our snowman plan began. We spent three days building a super big snowman, a full 1.6 meters tall…
Warm snow floats in the hometown of my childhood. I do not know when I, having left my hometown, will be able to see my hometown's snow again, or when I can again let my hometown's snow fall into my palm and slowly melt….