Spring Snow

Childhood dreams are always colorful, and the life as a child is always carefree. That familiar old wall, patchy and mottled, the old yard with overgrown weeds, where birds often flitted and chirped. What unforgettable were peddlers wandering through the streets, the distant and near calls-out of hawkers, and even more unforgettable was the clouds of smoke from popping rice swirling around. The old man's sturdy hands shook the pop-rice machine, and the youngsters gathered around, eagerly waiting for that sudden explosive boom. A large swath of pop-rice all over the ground, fragrant and enticing. We can't hold on to the time, neither can we revisit the dreams awaken at midnights, but we would never forget the beauty of our childhood. After experiencing the sweetness and bitterness of life, even though we have waved goodbye to so much time merciless, however, the stories of our childhood were deeply engraved in the depths of our souls. The snow in spring melts away swiftly, yet remaining as the most beautiful scenery. The deeply etched memories of childhood, are always the exquisite wine we savor throughout our lives.