I always thought I liked summer, where my limbs can move freely without being hindered by layers of thick clothes. I can also be like an upright walking turtle, with a warm and hot back from the sun. I can also be by the seaside, watching the sea water cover my toes, gently touching them.
Since coming here, the emotions that summer brought me have gradually faded away, replaced by the simplicity and calmness of winter. One day, as I looked at the increasingly sparse crowd on the street, almost everyone was huddled in cotton, their heads peeking out like they were hiding in a cave. The cold wind, like a swirling stream, seeped into various crevices. A sense of joy surged up from my heart.
If you think I'm being too romantic, try chasing a bus with a soothing lozenge in your mouth in winter.
It snowed the second night after I finished writing this. I excitedly went for a walk in a nearby park that I had never been to before. Finally, I went beyond the radius of fifty meters from the building. The first snow in the park had not been stepped on by anyone, only my footprints were there. I was very happy.