Essay on past events in deep winter 800 words, essay on those past events in winter

Felt in the depths of winter. In the depths of winter, it snowed.

Snow, the already silent sky, has become even more silent. The world has been baptized by heavy snow, and it seems even more pale and weak.

Lying in front of the window, closing his eyes, and listening quietly to the world, he realized that even he was tired and didn't want to talk anymore.

Open the window, lean against the window, let the cold wind pierce his warm face, but also to his heart, his heart is trembling. Looking carefully at the snow outside the window, it was sprinkled from the air, not goose feathers, but like goose feathers, coming so fast, falling so quickly, but quiet. What exactly does winter bring to people?

Is it silence? Is it loneliness? Is it loneliness?

Or is it infinitely sentimental?

Holding the cup of hot water in both hands, he quietly watched the heat drift past his eyes and out the window, trying to make it melt the snow. The clock in the house is still walking, ticking and ticking, tirelessly walking round and round, how many laps are there before this cold winter will leave?

Running out of the house, running desperately, trying to escape from this black and white world. Suddenly, he stopped, looked at the world covered in silver, and exhaled in a suppressed breath. Squat down, hold a splash of snowflake, and let it melt in the palm of your hand, are it tears that pass through the palm?

I looked up at this gray sky, when will the sun appear? Vaguely, I seemed to see it, but I stretched out my hand, but I couldn't catch the light.

Stepping on the snow, walking slowly, walking, looking at my own steps, unconsciously came to a crossroads, I stopped, raised my head, only to find that in this world, only I was left with myself. When I turned around, I saw that the footprints had been filled with heavy snow, and there was no trace. Should I make a ** turn?

East, South, West, North, where should I go? I cried, helplessly ......

In winter, time suddenly runs aground, life withers in an instant, and the prosperity of the past is now gone, and you can only step on the traces of time and drift away with the wind......

Life is your own, no one else will appear, and no one else will tell you how to choose, perhaps, life is lonely and silent. I think that only those who truly understand silence can truly understand the whole life!

The crystal ball performance was being broadcast at the Spring Festival Gala, and I couldn't help but cry when I looked at the crystal ball in the actor's hand.

That was when I was staying at my grandmother's house.

That winter, I went to a friend's house to play, and we had a great time. When I was about to leave that night, he said to me in a tricky way, "Come with me, and I'll show you something." ”

He pulled out a beautifully wrapped box from the cabinet behind him. He carefully pulled the rope and opened the box, and inside was a crystal ball, carved with broken flowers, shining in the light, and I liked it just by looking at it.

I was about to touch it, but he said, "Don't move, this is my baby." Then he carefully closed the box and tied the silk rope. I was speechless and went back to my grandmother's house.

As soon as I entered the house, I shouted, "I want a crystal ball!" ”

What the? Where are you going to get that thing? Grandma asked.

I started crying, and my grandmother said, "Okay, I'll go find you, don't cry."

Later, I forgot about the crystal ball, thinking that it was just a floating cloud on the horizon, and it was impossible to have.

A year later, I went to my grandmother's house again.

When my grandmother saw me, she said, "Do you still want a crystal ball?" ”

I burst out laughing: "Oh, I was young, just messing around." ”

Grandpa said to grandma: "Look, I said that you don't need to do it, you do it, you spend a few days making ice hockey in vain, right?" ”

Grandma smiled helplessly and took out an ice hockey ball from the warehouse: "I thought you wanted it..."

I froze, and I just felt that the "crystal ball" was shining brightly.

The puck in my hand turned into a crystal droplet, which moistened my heart.

The warm past is always nostalgic, and my grandmother's holy and crystal-like love for me will always be remembered by me.