My hometown has a very beautiful name——Changchun, which means perennial spring. And the city is as heautiful as its name suggests. It is the capital of Jilin Province, and is the political, economic and cultural center of the province and one of the key metropolises in China. With an area of over 18,881 square kilometers and a population of 6.83 million,it is a beautiful city situated in the hinterland of the Northeast plain of the country, and has long enjoyed the national reputation as “Fihn City”, and “Automobile City”.
As a cultural city, it is proud to be the home of a number of noted universities and institutes of science and technology including Jilin University, which has national prominence.Changchun is not only noted for its historical relics such as the Last Emperor’s Palace but also for its wide streets, lush greenery and pure fresh air. Bows upon rows of high-rises are standing among the boundless and immense forests. Therefore, Changchun also has been nicknamed “City in the Forest”. The scenery of the city is full of touching beauty,which inevltably leaves visitors with a memorable experience.
My fiat is made up of eight rooms: one hall, one bathroom, one kitchen, one dining room, one living room, two bedrooms and one toilet. The hall faces the front door. When you come into my flat, you will first see the hall. The bathroom is on the right, and the toilet is on the left.
In front of you, there are two doors. The left one leads to one of the bedrooms, and the right one leads to the living room. When you come into the living room, you will see two doors again. The left one leads to another bedroom, and the right one to the kitchen. The kitchen goes straight to the dining room. Besides,there is also a balcony next to the living room and one of the bedrooms.
I was born in Guangdong, the southernmost province in mainland China where in winter the temperature seldom falls be low 5C. For the past 19 years, I had never seen snow. I couldn＇t remember from when I had been dreaming of seeing a real snow, and experiencing a bleak winter.
Before I entered the university, I had never expected the climate difference of Shanghai and Guangzhou. But as October came, the falling golden leaves and the chilly winds indicated that this winter would be cold.
October walked away in the whisper of the falling leaves.Winter approached in November, and then December.
The dazzling golden color already faded away, leaving only the bare branches sticking out into the frosty air. Grass that was once as thick as a fine cardigan carpet could no longer be found anywhere. What I saw were the slushy fields which were jade green in September.
I considered it a great fortune to watch the sun, which was mild, jumping off the horizon and into those bare branches.Even on sunny days, the temperature was still low. The campus was left deserted and lifeless.
Was this what I had been longing for? Could it be called a bleak winter? I thought I should feel satisfied. Shanghai is still in the south. I couldn＇t expect more. But there was still some thing in my mind, as it was only one step to my dream. I prayed every day for a snow. A slight one could be enough. Once again.God heard.
I＇ll never forget the morning of Christmas. On my way to the library, a white elf found its way into my coat. It took me more than a minute to realize what was happening. Believe it or not, it snowed. Suddenly I understood why God took all the signs of life away in winter. He must have been clearing up a stage for his spoiled kid snow, to show off.stage for his spoiled kid snow, to show off.
Tears welled up in my eyes, for my thankfulness to God and to the special, bleak winter.