In the bitter cold of winter, the icy wind pierces through
the bone. There is no warmth of summer sunshine, no gentleness of autumn
breeze, and no vitality of spring. All that is left is the coldness. It
seems there is no room for negotiation, no warmth to be found, only endless
snow and a vast expanse of white.
I huff and puff, curling my entire body as I slowly walk along the road.
What used to take only five minutes now takes half an hour. No one else
walks on the road during this winter, only me. If it weren't for leaving
this place five years ago, I should be at home now, roasting sweet potatoes
by the fireplace, spending this special day with my family.
"Quick! Come inside! Everyone is waiting for you to come back and have the
New Year's Eve dinner!" That familiar voice... I feel sorry and quickly put
my luggage away, joining everyone for dinner. It's been five years since I
last saw them, and everyone has changed so much. The candlelight on the
table illuminates everyone's faces so clearly. "You're finally back. It's
been years. You've changed so much that we almost didn't recognize you. Come
on, eat!" "Mm-hmm." I answer with a smile, burying my head in the food that
I haven't had in years, my cheeks filled with happiness.
The starry light from the candles and the warmth that my family brings me on
this winter day surpasses everything else, like a warm quilt made of silk
that makes me feel so cozy that I no longer feel the sub-zero temperature of
winter, like early spring when the snow just melts and spring has just
arrived. This may be the meaning of love. This may be true love.
The ice in my hometown slowly melts. From an ice city to a water city, and
then to a drought city, this happens all year round, but what cannot be
missing in these changes is the warmth.
Temperature determines the state of matter.
Temperature determines the scenery of my hometown. Is it a snow city, a
water city, or a drought city? No matter which one, there is always warmth
and transparent love. The small town is still a small town with a city,
people, and love.
Feeling the warm love in the cold winter, holding the warm coffee in my
hand, tasting the bitter coffee while feeling the warm temperature and love.
In this warm love of the cold winter. |