Winter is coming

Winter in this city does not have cold drizzle. It is not freezing cold. The cold only passes by when the north blows. At night, wandering the streets, you will catch the faint scent of milk flowers wafting in the wind, passing through each row of houses, as if singing to announce that winter has come. Winter in this city is just like that!

Oh, and I have to add that every morning the fog hangs across the sky, making it a bit chilly, giving women a chance to put on scarves and go out. Yes, winter is cold too, even though it's hot all day.

My friends often say that this season is the dry season because the north wind blows all day. The sun and wind make the weather hot during the day. The night turns cold. The skin on the hands and feet becomes dry and moldy. The lips are cracked and bleed. The worst part is the heels, cracked to the point of seeing the red flesh inside. Some people call this season the difficult season because during this season, the elderly and people with arthritis often have pain and have trouble sleeping. I call this season the north dance season.

The wick blew from morning till dusk. Sometimes, when he was too busy playing, he forgot the time. When it was dark, he still wandered through the streets, making couples huddle together to find warmth. The wick did not know that. He was as naive as a child who liked to hide from his mother and play around. He had just seen him wandering in the banana grove behind the house, pulling out some young banana leaves that had just stretched out to breathe the air, and passing by the Taiwan banyan tree, letting the yellow leaves fall. Then he would swoop down to the fields to tease the rice women carrying their babies, their backs bent, leaning against each other. He laughed heartily, triumphantly when he saw the rice women huddle together in fear... Just like that, the wick wandered everywhere, playing all kinds of mischievous tricks, teasing others.

I don't know why I like the wick. When the wick blows, I open the back door to welcome the wick. The wick blows through the house, cool. The wick blows my hair into a mess. But I still like it. Strange. Mom scolds me, "You opened the back door, the wind blew dust into the house everywhere." I laugh and make excuses to keep it cool, Mom. Mom grumbles, "Okay, then you go sweep the house tonight." I don't mind Mom's grumbling, I'm busy playing with the wick. I welcome the wick with both hands. The wick strokes my hair, strokes my cool skin. I like to watch the wick from afar, swaying the cornflowers, looking so beautiful. I like to watch the wick sway the banana trees beside the house. The banana trees are quiet, but suddenly they rustle as if they are singing. The lively music that the conductor wick directs makes people's hearts captivated. The wick is so lovely, but why is everyone afraid of it?

The streets at night are brightly lit and more sparkling thanks to the colorful lights of the shops. People have turned on Christmas music. Familiar Christmas melodies. Suddenly my heart feels excited, yes, Christmas is coming. Tet is coming. Suddenly my heart sinks. Time flies so fast, I haven't had time to do anything and the year is already over. The end of the year is always the time that makes people think the most. A sadness sneaks into my heart. So my time is getting shorter and so many ambitions are still in my plans that have not been realized. So I'm sad all the way home. How strange.

Suddenly, the scent of milk flowers rushed straight into my nose. The milk flower tree at the crossroads was always full of clusters of white and green flowers, giving off a strong fragrance that filled the whole neighborhood. I laughed when I thought that the owner of the flower tree must have had a crush on a girl who loved milk flowers, so he planted it so early, the proof was that the tree trunk was as big as an adult's arm. That random thought made me smile all the way to the end of the road. Sometimes people are happy just because of such a small thing.

In the morning, when I took the motorbike out to start the engine, my mother shouted: Get a scarf to keep you warm, my child. Receiving the scarf from my mother, I felt warm even before I put it on. The warmth followed me from home to work. It turns out that people like the cold winter because they want to feel the warmth of their loved ones. After work, I hurriedly ran into a clothing store to buy my mother a sweater, thinking that she would be very happy, maybe even cry. Unexpectedly, when I gave the sweater to my mother, my mother scolded me: How much salary do you have to spend so much money, my old shirt is still brand new, I only wear it for a few days at the end of the year, why did I buy another one? I was stunned. Then I smiled to myself, I was so happy I was dying but I was still pretending, Mom. There, I was cooking rice and singing at the same time, and I was also cooking my favorite tomato sauce fish dish...

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