YIREN ❏ Floating in the air and charming like crystal, snow sprinkles from the heaven. Silver flakes covered up my car and blocked my quiet door. Opening the curtain at window, I let in the glow of snow. A stem of orchard buds gives of secluded fragrance. My heart is here for the spring to return.
YIREN ❏ I spent my childhood in a small city in northern China dozens of years ago. The winter there was very cold but full of fun. In my memory, there wasn’t much snow – two or three times each year and only a thin layer each time. Whenever it snowed, people, especially kids like me, would sweep the courtyard with a broom.
YIREN ❏ My birthday was different this year: there was no party and no birthday cake. Every year on the very day, our family would gather together to celebrate. We would order a freshly-made cake with real cream, decorated with fruits and words of best wishes. I would cook delicious dishes catering to everyone’s tastes.