If you give me three days of light

Chapter 14 Sunlight Breaks Through the Darkness
I have spent nearly every winter in the North since that happy trip to Boston.I was vacationing in a small village in New England one winter, and there I saw frozen lakes and fields covered in snow.This is the first time I have experienced the infinite mystery of the world of ice and snow.

I was surprised to find that nature has stripped the coats of trees and jungles with mysterious hands, leaving only a few dead leaves dotted among them.The birds seemed to have been driven away. The branches were bare, and there were several empty nests piled up with snow on them.The lonely towering mountains and the vast wilderness present a bleak scene everywhere.Winter's icy magic had turned the earth into a state of rigidity and numbness, and the spirits of the trees had retreated to the depths of their roots.All life was curled up in the dark underground and fell asleep, and they seemed to have disappeared.Even when the sun shone brightly on the earth, the day still shrank and gave off a cold breath, like an old man whose blood vessels and internal organs have withered and aged.He struggled weakly to get up, just wanting to have a panoramic view of this cold world decorated with withered weeds and bushes when he was dying.

One day, the sky was gloomy and cold, indicating that a snowstorm was coming.Not long after, the snowflakes began to fall, and we ran outside to greet the first snowflakes to fall with our hands.Silent snowflakes fell from the sky to the ground one after another, and lasted for several hours without a break.The wilderness became more and more flat, a vast expanse of whiteness.Waking up early in the morning, the villages and fields are almost completely changed.The road was covered in snow and there were no signs to identify the road.In the boundless sea of ​​snow, only bare trees stand firmly.

In the evening, the northeast wind picked up and quickly rolled up the thick snow and threw it high into the air. In an instant, snowflakes were flying everywhere between the sky and the earth.We sat around a roaring fire, telling stories and playing games, completely oblivious to the isolation and isolation we were in.At night, the wind was blowing harder and harder, and the snow was falling harder and harder. We were both excited and frightened.The roof creaked and creaked in the wind, and the big tree outside the house was swaying crazily like an angry person, and the bent branches kept knocking on the window, making a creepy sound.The wind was raging and furious, like a ferocious beast rushing here and there.

Three days later, the wind stopped, the snow stopped, the sun showed its face from the clouds, and the golden sunlight shone on the endless undulating white plain. Everywhere.

In order to facilitate travel, we swept a narrow path in the snow with our own hands, and then put on our headscarves and cloaks and walked into this white world of ice and snow.The air was bone-chillingly cold, and his cheeks ached as if bitten by the wind.Teacher Sullivan and I walked up and down the path and the snow, and finally came to a pine forest. Looking up from a distance, there was a flat and open grassland in the distance.The pine trees stand in the snow, covered in silver, like marble sculptures, and now they can no longer smell the fragrance of pine leaves.The sun was pouring down on the branches, and the white snow on them shone like diamonds, bright and dazzling.With a light touch, the snow is scattered like weak and fine raindrops, sprinkled all over us.The sunlight reflected on the snow, and I felt that my eyes were bright, as if it had penetrated the darkness covering my eyes.

Under the sunshine, the snow slowly melted, and before it completely melted, another snowstorm came.Throughout the winter, the land is covered with a thick layer of snow.Occasionally, the frozen icicles on the trees melt.But soon the same silver shirt was put on again; even if the lake was bathed in the sun, it was always covered with a hard and cold plain coat, and the ground lying in the sun would show withered yellow bushes and papyrus.

That winter, sledding was a game we never tired of playing.Some places on the shore of the lake were extremely steep, and we slid down from a high slope.Everyone sat still on the sledge, and a child pushed hard behind it, and the sledge rushed down, over the hollow, through the snow, straight down to the lake below, and slipped from the shining lake to the other side of the lake in an instant. up.It was so much fun!What a fun and exciting game!At that moment of lightning, we seemed to get rid of all shackles, and rushed to the universe like a wind, looking for a more beautiful fairyland.

(End of this chapter)