Autumn must have been erased from here, as I can already touch the coming winter. My hometown still burns in the sun while I've suddenly fallen into a deep freezing cave. Yet, as I've grown accustomed to these changes, the wind no longer feels so biting, and somehow I find myself beginning to love it.

Walking back to the classroom, I heard the distant sound of firecrackers (sometimes I wonder if it's Spring Festival). I looked up at the sky where the sun was trying to cast its glow through the clouds. All of a sudden, a tender feeling I hadn't experienced for years washed over me, reminding me of my childhood.

I used to live on the fifth floor of an apartment building with a courtyard where trees were planted. Through my window, I could see the field surrounded by buildings. As winter approached, I loved to watch Jack Frost work and would open my window to feel the cold breeze. Then a ray of sunshine would paint my days with joy, and rime would ornament the field with sweetness. You know this feeling could cheer me all day.

My classmates are traveling or planning to travel during the nine-day-long vacation. I really don't know if I love traveling, as my last long journey was years ago when I was a child. And all a child thought about was play and making fun of himself.

I'm not going anywhere.

May you all have a good vacation.