in bejing, the approaching steps of winter must already be audible. how i miss the coldness, the chilling air that makes me instantly refreshed, the grey gloomy sky and the occasionally warm orangy sunshine. not mentioning when it snows, the snow flakes tumbling down like little white angels, you can almost hear their laughter. and they stay on ur hair, ur shoulder, ur sleeves for a short while before disappear. when it gets thick on the ground, it gives a little screechy sound as u walk. it was my favourite pass time to find virgin snow that nobody stepped on yet and leave my footprints on it.
i want a long leather overcoat, and knee length boots and clothes that are nicely layered. i miss the wool scarf i knitted myself last winter... it was so warm... i miss home...
冬天斜斜的太阳,懒懒地晒...