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Snowflakes, with the cold wind, enjoy themselves in winter. The Earth was covered tightly. On the quiet road, only the sound of my stepping on the snow echoed evenly in my ears. Snowflakes covered my hat and shoulder happily. The cold wind blew straight into my neck. I subconsciously wrapped my coat and quickened my steps. A graveyard appeared in front of us, with white hills connected into pieces, stretching to the edge of the mountain. Rows of tombstone stood neatly in the snow, standing still. Such as the solemn guard cemetery of soldiers. I walked gently to my father’s tombstone, and my father’s smile was still fixed there. My tears have already overflowed my cheeks, Father! My kid came to see you. How are you? On that snowy day last year, you left too quickly and didn’t wear a cotton cap. No, my mother asked me to bring it. She was afraid that you would be cold. I also brought your favorite eggs. Mother said: She scrambled eggs for you every day. If you didn’t fry eggs that day, you would complain about her. Now you must really want to eat it. I said in a hubbub, snowflakes were spreading in succession. My father still looked at me with a smile without saying a word. Only the cold wind was crying with the sad grass, like a woman crying like crying, echoing in the cemetery. I kneel father’s grave, heart, tears wet skirt. The snowflakes gently stopped and fell in my ears, shoulders and shoulders. It seems that there are thousands of words to tell me. Is this white angel invited by father? I gently ask ourselves. Snowflakes were quiet and silent, like goose feathers and reed flowers, flying down silently. Snowflakes danced lightly with deep grief, flying and flowing over the quiet cemetery. I asked my father softly in this sorrowful dance with snowflakes: are they snow in heaven. Father smiled. At this time, the wind stopped, and there was silence in the huge cemetery. Snowflakes are like thousands of troops and horses, coming from the sky wave by wave, one after another, with the potential of not giving up until reaching the goal. Sad dance music is transmitted and interpreted by them. My heartbreaking heart was moved by this grand scene, but I was freed from the pain instead. I believe that this is the snow of heaven. In the dim tears, Snowflake came with her father’s face as usual and amiable. He gently lifted me up and said kindly: take good care of your mother and do your own work. Dad is all right. As he said, he went with the snowflakes. Only the familiar voice echoed in my ears, leaving me staring at the snowflakes dancing all over the sky in a daze. Snowflakes surrounded me sadly and fell on me. It was like a person who came to comfort me, and also like a person who came to see me off, hurriedly and silently fell down. I picked up a handful of snow, looked up at the hazy sky and shouted: father, my child has written down your words, let the snow tell you! Snow quietly walked away in my hand, leaving tears and lying quietly in my palm. The cold wind seemed to launch a charge, a burst of intense. A big snowflake hit my face, causing some pain. The whole graveyard was filled with snow fog, which became hazy and disappeared from time to time. It is more mysterious and deep, which makes people awe-inspiring. I said goodbye to my father’s tomb and just got up, the snow stopped like a brake. The sky was vast and hazy, just like the face of someone who had just cried. The tears were stained, and the gloomy atmosphere appeared. I knew the snow was going to leave. The intensive performance just now was their farewell ceremony. I really want to ask my father, is there Snow in heaven?

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