冬季

冬季寒冷而又漫长，一个季节的逝去，往往也就意味着下个心情的低落。

一片片雪花好似一只只白蝴蝶在那无边无际的高空舒展着它的双翅，毫无目的地飞翔，它似乎也并不知自己的起点在哪儿，终点在哪儿，只是随着这唯一的执念飞往那命运赐给它的最后一个十字路口。

谁也不知道明天会发生什么，也不知道自己期盼的又是什么，兴许也只是盲目地度过了这一天天虚幻的日子，留给我们的却只有回忆。

眺望窗口，一缕阳光射入窗门，映在了这温馨的书房之中，这是我第一次真正感受到温暖。它时明时暗，时强时弱，仿佛伸手就可以触摸到，转眼又消失了，总给人的心境多添了一丝色彩。

猛然之间，只感觉耳边掠过一丝丝独特的声音，促使我暂时忘却了这一瞬间的温暖。

这是笑声，是发自内心的最生动的语言，它吸引了我的注意，它点醒了我心中那颗还未发芽的种子。这笑声是多么的天真，是多么的和谐，是多么的激动人心，仿佛连成了一副活跃的五线谱，只期盼有懂它的人来奏响它。

我沉浸在这样的世界里，永远不用思考什么，只是静静地感受。一阵风的突然袭击，带走了这一切:我为什么要在这样一个被束缚的空间里独自欣喜，独自发呆?我为什么要在这一片天地之中建立这么一个小小的房间?我再一次沉默了。

外面是寒冬，是无尽的寒冷，有着意想不到的挑战。但是，外面的世界总是五彩斑斓的，如果因为一点挫折就放弃了这一美好的念想，又有什么可以否定的呢?

我又在期盼什么……

我的目光呆滞，我望着这一群嬉戏的孩子们，心中也是无尽的怀念。在曾经的这个时候，我何尝不是这样，无忧无虑的玩耍，带给了我最真实的情感，那时的寒冬不寒，只是为我们创造了一片新的天地，在这样雪白、纯洁的环境下玩耍，是我们最期盼的事。

看着我们一个个都被包裹成了球，还是有无尽的乐趣可言，寒冬也就从欢乐的笑语中溜走了。

现在的天不再那样蓝，地不再那样绿了，我们的心理也在不断地成熟长大，我们也有了自己的心中所向，但此时，我们缺少了一位真心的朋友——欢乐。

作为学生的我们，最重要的任务自然是学习，凡事都离不开学习，未来也同样是以学习作为基础的。那么这个寒冬我们便只是畏缩在作业前，不愿去抵挡这冬天的寒冷。

于是，一种期盼便油然而生，在寒冬里，我在期盼着那份最纯真的体验。

期盼是无止境的，关键也是在于你期盼的是什么，你又该如何赋予行动呢?

英语翻译：

The winter is cold and long, and the passing of one season often means a downturn in the next mood.

Pieces of snowflakes are like white butterflies spreading its wings in the boundless high altitude, flying aimlessly. It does not seem to know where its starting point and ending point are, but with this only attachment. Read to fly to the last crossroad that fate gave it.

No one knows what will happen tomorrow, or what they are looking forward to. Maybe they just spent this day and day blindly, leaving us with only memories.

Looking out the window, a ray of sunlight shines into the window and door, reflected in this cozy study room. This is the first time I really feel warm. It is always bright and dark, sometimes strong and weak, as if you can touch it with your hand, and disappear again in a blink of an eye, always adding a touch of color to people's mood.

Suddenly, I only felt a trace of unique sound passing by my ear, prompting me to temporarily forget the warmth of this moment.

This is laughter, the most vivid language from the heart. It attracts my attention, and it awakens the unsprouting seed in my heart. This laughter is so innocent, so harmonious, and so exciting, as if it has become an active staff, and I only hope that someone who understands it will play it.

I am immersed in such a world, never need to think about anything, just feel quietly. The sudden attack of a gust of wind took away all of this: Why should I be alone in such a bounded space to rejoice, and be alone in a daze? Why should I build such a small room in this space? I was silent again. .

It was cold winter outside, endless cold, with unexpected challenges. However, the outside world is always colorful. If you give up this beautiful idea because of a little setback, what can you deny?

What am I looking forward to...

My eyes were dull, and I looked at this group of playful children with endless nostalgia. At this time in the past, I was not like this, carefree play gave me the most true emotions, the cold winter at that time was not cold, just created a new world for us, in such a pure white and pure Playing in the environment is what we look forward to most.

Seeing us all being wrapped into balls, there is still endless fun at all, and the cold winter slipped away from the joy of laughter.

The sky is no longer so blue, the earth is no longer so green, our psychology is constantly maturing and growing, and we also have our own hearts, but at this time, we lack a sincere friend-joy .

As students, our most important task is naturally to learn. Everything is inseparable from learning, and the future will also be based on learning. So in this cold winter, we just cringe before work, unwilling to resist the cold of this winter.

Therefore, a kind of expectation spontaneously arises. In the cold winter, I am looking forward to the most innocent experience.

Expectations are endless, and the key lies in what you expect, and how do you give action?