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YIREN ❏ My sketch of Zhongshan Road, a narrow street under an archway with high walls on either side.
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 ❏ Whenever I can enjoy some leisure, whether it is after lunch, 15 minutes off work or soap-opera time on the sofa, I like crocheting. A ball of yarn or thread and a hook can turn out to be something so nice that I don’t want to put them away.
YIREN ❏ Early spring is like a roller coaster – warmth and cold occur unexpectedly. Yesterday, a cold wind hit me on the face with snow kernels. Today, I went for a walk with only a shirt and a jacket.
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.