However, I like winter in Ningbo. The dark blue sky is pure and clear. I live in a suburb not far from the city. When I was a child, there were ears of rice that were not harvested in time in winter. Although it is not as golden as the picture, when the wind blows, it feels like layers of wheat waves. Walking in the field, a group of sparrows flew about, adding a bit of winter decay. The ups and downs surrounded by mountains at the end of the broad vision have attracted people's far-reaching yearning. The peasant women are simple and hardworking, with a broad mind and broad vision.
This high school is near the estuary. Climb up Zhaobaoshan and you can see the sea at a glance. For me who grew up by the sea, the feeling of the sea is always gorgeous, especially in winter. High school always likes to climb that mountain alone and watch the sea quietly at the top. Let the winter sea breeze choke my body. I like to quietly look forward to the colorful snow on the top of the mountain, and then wait for my fairy tale in the snow.
Winter in Ningbo always gives me the feeling of windy and rainy, and what I like best is the sun or heavy snow in winter, perhaps because they are relatively rare. Rainy winter is always lonely, and the cold ice and rain rub against my fragile nerves, vaguely evoking sadness; And snow, for this harbor town, is undoubtedly a luxury given by nature.
It has been five years since I left Ningbo, and I have been studying in different places. I miss the delicious food in winter in Ningbo, the glutinous rice balls in Ningbo and the salty crabs in winter in Ningbo. People in Ningbo who are used to seafood and local dishes in Ningbo always call foreign dishes foreign goods. Maybe the city of Ningbo is very picky about food.
When I was a child, I grew up in Zhenhai Refining and Chemical Company. It's a pity that the native of Ningbo has been mixed with a group of northern children since childhood. Every time they proudly mention the winter in the north: the snow all over the sky, the hard rivers ... maybe winter should belong to their memory, but I always feel that there is always some tenderness in winter, and the winter that is too rough will be a little wild and cold, and the winter in Ningbo just fits.
I think the memory of winter will always be beautiful, just like now …